We woke up tired, after another night of freezing our asses off. The hut we were sleeping in, had no furniture, because they had just built a few, and they were, I presume, scared of robberies, as there was nobody there to look after the place 24/7. As you well know by now, our sleeping bags are built for summer, which it clearly isn't, and the cold came creeping up from beneath the wooden deck which was our bed.We spend most of the morning exploring the place, and it was absolutely beautiful
We went down to the hole, or otherwise known as 'Die Gat', which is the origin of the Mooi River. Never have I ever seen such crystal clear water.
Dante and Katryn were loving every minute and couldn't get enough of the water especially. They played for hours on end, as we waited for Francois, the game ranger, to take us on a tour of the conservation.
It was at this point that my mother phoned to say that my dad was back in hospital, for an emergency procedure on his knee, which had been operated on only a few days earlier. All of a sudden I felt nauseous, because he had been in and out of hospitals and rehabs for the last 8 months, and I didn't know how much more of this either of them could take, or me for that matter...We arranged that my sister would fetch us early the next morning, so that I could go and see him.
The rest of the morning seemed stressful, but with surroundings such as this, one couldn't help but feel somewhat positive about an otherwise desperate situation.Water Lilli's as far as the eye can see, and my babies playing, oblivious to the change in atmosphere.
I suddenly knew that everything would be fine, and that all is good...
