It was Sunday, our last day
of work, and the last time we had to wake up at 6:00am. It was so tricky for us
to wake up, probably because we knew that it was another (long) church service,
so I dragged myself downstairs to a very quick breakfast without my Dad (since
he had left at 5:30am to go an hour and a ½ north west to a place called
Lichtenburg) we had to go ½ an hour to a church called St Monica in a community
called Kanana, near Orkney (not in Scotland!) with the Bishop of Matlosane who
we were staying with. It was very long, I didn’t understand much and the way
every thing worked was different.
We came back and ate a huge watermelon the size of a
microwave and it lasted for days. We then had time to chill; we played some
ball games such as ‘Piggy in the Middle’; we also played in the garden. After
an hour or so, we went out for a meal with the family we were staying with to a
restaurant called the ‘The Ocean Basket’. It was lovely
It was late when we arrived back, so we went straight to
bed and were out like a light. It was a good last day of work, and I’m sure I
will remember it.
