Braai, Boerie, Biltong and Bokke

Strange how naked one feels without a camera. I've realised it was my electronic diary in a way in that it provided us with a nice brief summary of our highlight events. Its now up to my memory and a couple of pix we've taken with Al and Chants' camera. On the camera topic, the quotation for fixing my camera is slightly less than a new one, and hence my decision to open it up myself and see what the issue is. I have since removed every visible crew (17 of them) on the casing of the body and still it wont open. Maybe the drop-kick technique is in order.

Life has slowed down since the Switzerland trip as G and I have increased the work-hunting. G has applied for a job in Milton Keynes working for a charity coordinating beauty and wellness initiatives. I went for an interview with an environmental consulting firm yesterday in London. Lets see what happens.

On the church front, we've been visiting the Open Door Church (New Frontiers) and have become part of a twerty-something cell. Great guys and we've being seeing a fair bit of them.

A picnic at a local dam. Who would of thought we would be receiving American Football lessons in the UK. I suppose after exporting Beckham, its the obvious import.

Had a cell braai.. errr.. barbecue last weekend and were introduced to the concept of braaing pork bangers. Obviously its not boerewors but went down surprising well.

The only photo of the event was this cell member (who shall remain nameless) who went to admiral lengths to obtain cellphone reception.

Some more shots of our evening walks in the wheat fields behind the house. They made the wheat look 5 foot tall.

A few nights ago Al and I were reminiscing about our early teenage days when skateboarding like Tony Hawk was all that one aspired to. Soon the talk drifted to skateboard decks, bearings, trucks and eventually..... slammers. As a "lighty" these were just the coolest wheels available because you could slide them so easily. Within no time at all we were searching E-bay for slammers, and sure enough a few days later the 4 bright yellow Slammers arrived. Before you could say ollie-kickflip or no-comply...

On a final note, Al found a gent (Johan) in a neighbouring town who sells South African meat products, so this weekend, for the first time in two months, we watched the bokke on Sky Sports, ate billies, and braaied wors and Chant's home-made sossaties. Shew maar dit was lekker!