If it's Wednesday it must be Ladysmith

Okay I have gotten a bit behind on posts. We have been doing lots of traveling in Combis or Kombis which are vans back home. We drove from Joburg to Limpopo to a small town named Jane Furse. It was a 4.5 hr ride. It is a small town which was named after a 14 yr old daughter of a missionary who died August 3 1918. She died of scarlet fever and they named the hospital and town after her.
During the apartheid times there were lots of protests from the Bantu people who live there. When they fought with the government they would run to the hospital for asylum. There was an orderly who would hide them and get them out of South Africa and into Botswana. It reminded me of the Underground Railroad stations in my country. Here is a photo of our guide Pipi and the chapel inside the old hospital complex. This is where the LEAP school is located.

Then they took us to the home of  the chief of the Sekwati Tribe. We sat quietly near his house and waited until we had permission to tour the village. It was a lesson in slowing down, being confused, not knowing the customs or language and waiting. The sunset and red rocks were beautiful.  The clay pots under the traditional house are where beer is made. The next photo is the sunset and then the rounded red rocks. But the best was the giggly 4 year old kids playing on the red dirt piles that were going to be leveled for the new road. 

The boys who found us really amusing. 

I will try to post the photos from the workshops at Jane Furse and at Ladysmith in my next session. Everyone except K2 and Wendy and me slept all the way back from Ladysmith.