Arrival

     Well, I'm writing this on my second full day at Moholoholo.  I was so disoriented my first day and a half, I just couldn't manage it.  I'm starting to get my feet under me now, so I will attempt to get at least some of the things that have happened down.

      My trip over was pretty uneventful.  Even though my reservation was through KLM airlines, the flight from Minneapolis to Amsterdam was on plain old Delta.  Grotesquely crowded and uncomfortable, it was quite miserable.  Amsterdam now seems a million miles away, but it certainly was a 24 hours well spent.  The highlight was meeting my cousin Gaby  (pronounced hhahhhbee, sort of).  She gave me a whirlwind tour of central Amsterdam and we even got to see some Vermeers and Rembrandts at the Rijksmuseum.  I had wanted to see canals, and I did see canals.  It was very nice, and my hotel was really nice, and everything went smoothly.
     But it was off quickly the next morning, and this time KLM WAS KLM, and the difference was amazing.  Very comfortable, wonderful food, and the most interesting flight I think that I've ever had.  Alps?  Sahara?  Saw 'em and marvelled.  Looked out the window so much I got a stiff neck.
     Arrived right on time in Johannesburg and my "guesthouse" picked me up (collected me) promptly.  It was a simple and friendly little place, and I was much entertained by the frequent flights in and out of the nearby airport.
      Back to the airport early the next morning to meet my van to Moholoholo only to find . . .
there WAS to be no van to Moholoholo!!  I was the only volunteer starting this week, so they flew me instead.  It was cheaper than having me driven up.  So, instead of a six or seven hour car ride--which I was looking forward to--I had a beautiful 45 minute flight to Huidspruit, arriving around noon.
     There's some competition for computer time here, so I'm going to sign off for now, with more interesting stuff to come!