Last Saturday I fled 42 degrees celsius in Worcester and went into Cape Town. The other night I saw that it was 28,5 degrees. The time was 7.30pm and I thought, "Oh, how nice that it has cooled down. I should bring a sweater." Interesting how you get accustomed to certain things. People that have to dig out their cars from the snow - or like my sister - need to use a blow drier in order to open her front door to get out feels very foreign to me now. Cape Town was like a fresh oasis: wonderful to be by the ocean. The beauty of Cape Town has a wondrous effect.
Coming back to the base, I was told that most people had been sitting in the pool most of the day. Even the Africans. Anyway Laimon from Zimbabwe said he had seen Julius in the pool. One girl from Zambia said, ”Yes, I saw that the pool was coloured.” Very funny, thought the Africans.
Speaking of which, Hilaire from Cameoon told me the other day that he had learnt how to swim. ”I am the first black man on base that knows how to swim!” Very proud was he. African humour at its best.