Morwa

It's Saturday morning and life has returned back to normal.
The neighbours' dogs are sleeping on the porch. They are of course on alert: every cow, goat, and anything else that passes, is warned off fiercely. Bram is sketching for clients and helping Tshepo with the model plane his dad send from the States. Maud is doing the textile-part of our shades to be, ironing and writing, while she listens to all the new music the Potch-pelle gave her.

After some days in Morwa we perfectly adjusted: paraffin lamps, candles, matches everywhere, and two jerry cans filled with water in the bathroom (in case of a water cut). We're even happy with the rain. How else are we going to raise our morogo (spinach-like vegetables), tomatoes, pumpkins and green beans? To give us a head start Bashi already put some tomato-plants in our yard.


Now that everything is unpacked, we remember what we don't have: a good mattress, an ups (uninterrupted power supply), fresh Fongkong-dvd's, etcetera. We decide to join Jeff to Maun another time, and to concentrate on shopping and meeting people next week.