Amiel and Marisa enjoying the scenery (my brother and his wife)
My dad at 'Hole in the wall'
Had a lovely 4
days with my family, staying at “Hole in the wall” till Wednesday. It was the survivor’s ultimate prize of
the year. First time in months sleeping
in a walled room on a real bed and even having a real bath every night (and
electric shower every morning)!
It was almost
strange to have people I know and love around me all the time for these couple
of days. It felt like a strange
dream at first and later like we were never really apart. It takes time to really appreciate the
significance of seeing my family for the first time in months after all this
weird and wonderful things have happened in my life since the last time we saw
each other. I’ll miss them now
even more.
We had crayfish
and mussels fresh from the ocean and saw dolphins and whales jumping all over
the place from our ‘stoep’ view.
We drove around and saw just about all the things I wanted them to
see. From the beautiful hills and
valleys and the dense forest areas and splendid blue ocean and island-like
beaches to the abundance of dogs, donkeys, horses, goats, cows and pigs to the
humble yet noble Xhosa people of which are the wonderful bead ladies (and I am
some more beads richer thanks to my mother and father!) with their bright eyed
children and some of the eccentric and amusing local white people who live
here.
We had a great
time and I think everyone really enjoyed it despite the initial ‘culture shock’
which was soon overcome. I’m glad
my family got to see this wonderful world that I am so blessed to be living in,
despite the hardships and all the broken things that need fixing.
I must say, I
don’t complain about being back at the caravan. It’s home-sweet-home.
Buyana came around just as my parents were leaving and Aphiwe was also
here soon after. It made saying goodbye easier and made me feel like I wasn’t
being left behind all alone. I’ve
got my little ‘family’ here in Coffee Bay and I feel like I can still stay here
for a long, long time.
The news on
Mydog is not so good. I had him at
the vet last Friday and it was a rather traumatic experience on it’s own. First the vet was an hour late, even
after I phoned him 2 hours before we got there to make sure he’ll be
there. Mydog was in such pain and
couldn’t even get up the steps.
Finally the vet
looked at him and decided in about 10 seconds that he had a disease called
Distemper, which is apparently very common in dogs and attacks their central
nervous system, which could be fatal.
He got a couple of injections (and I had to give him two more the next
day with the help of Buyana!) and other medicine and I was told he should show
improvement in a week. But today,
a week later, I can’t say that I see any improvement.
I’ve googled the symptoms and I reckon
that it sounds more like a fractured disc that he suffers from. It’s a bit of a problem, since I’m so
far away from the vet and when I make the mission he’s either not there or
doesn’t properly check what’s wrong.
And I certainly can’t spend that time and petrol money and vet costs
every week in the hope that the vet can do something, cause seems that he
can’t. Now I think the dog needs
to be put to sleep, but I can’t tell for sure. I thought that’s why I went to the vet the previous
time. Now I’ll have to make that
mission again and in the meantime Mydog is suffering…
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