Once again we’re busy, busy, busy with a series of ‘so long’-parties. To give ours a Dutch touch we decided on pancakes. A pancake-restaurant could make good money here; the mountain we produced looked like we would eat pancakes all week, but the leftovers could barely feed the neighbour’s puppy.
We should have realised inviting Hamish means you have to hire a watertight party-tent. Halfway the party the rain started to poor down like the Flood, and the small boat Hamish carries around on his bakkie is a far cry from Noah’s ark. The good thing about Batswana is rain never spoils a party. Everyone is ever so happy it rains, saying ‘Ah, this is marvellous, let’s pray it rains all night’.
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