I was lucky to get a seat next to grandma.  We exchanged a few smiles as the bus speeded down the mountain.   Ten minutes later she franctically opened her window and started puking.  The problem is that the ice cold wind was kind of blowing it in my direction.  Politely I shifted nearer to the isle.  The young  boy who collects the money gave her a bag and she closed the window.  I patted her on the back to communicate sympathy.

Three minutes later, grandma in front of me turned to her right and let it all out in the aisle!  My shoes!!  The busdriver had to stop and throw sand on the mess.  By this time I was sitting on my left bump almost in the isle, leaning backwards with my feet pulled up as far as it could.  

You will not believe this.  One minute later the young boy behind me stood up, screaming for a bag which did not reach him in time.  It was all over my right shoulder - on my new red jacket!!  (It is on sale for a special price - for you only!)

You need to know that Kim, Ashley and I had a jogging date in China, but I think we have another bonding factor now.
 

At this stage I only take pictures with my eyes.  In this way I file images in the mind.   

The men are extremely strong.  You should see the loads they carry with a strap around their foreheads and their backs bended forwards.  Lyk kompleet soos 'n miskruier.  And this is mountain area!

Clara and I strolled the day after I had to share with her that her beloved grandma passed away.  We watched the beautiful hammocks, drank coffee, cried, walked and helped two young boys to change Australian dollars someone gave them.

Me on a motorbike with a friendly local who offer to help me look for the Africans.

Two young girls knowing they are suppose to bath in the lake, but giggle and run back and play till they both fell in.

Hardworking people with easy smiles and few possesions.

Young backpackers flocking in and party and drugs that it want to make you cry.

There are far to many pictures to show you.  You will have to come and see.

I sat this morning at the lakeshore and watched as the fisherman with his funny shaped boat worked his way passed me.  Maybe that is what made me read again the way Jesus called his disciples.  When stuff from Scripture comes alive, it is one of the greatest adrenaline rushes a human being can experience!  Anyway that is how I feel when Godīs word brings insight and understanding.

What I observed afresh was:
1)  Jesusīwords still echo today to come and follow and I will teach...
2)  Jesus ministred a long time alone, before calling them - after He passed Satanīs test
3) Jesus first discipled them and then apointed them to ministry.  Double calling?

    I am still pondering on a few thoughts.

Sorry, I do not want my blog to be preachy.  The lake is still Azul (the word for blue) and  I ask God to truly teach me how to fish for men. 

Those of you who know me well, know that I have half of Zimbabwes crafts stored somewhere.  I just have a soft heart for people trying.  Everytime one of the beautiful ladies comes with the colourfull items and I think of the poverty behind the smile, I cannot resist it...

Almost eveytime I instinctively start buying for my mom ... to remember the next moment that she passed away last year.  She would have LOVED the colours of Guatemala.  I wish she was here to...

... dive with me into the crystal blue of the lake
... laugh with me at the chickenbusses
... sit still with me watching the yellow evening of the mountains
... saam met my in die bruin klipgepakte paadjies te stap en winkeltjies te ontdek.
... smell with me the coffee and ask for con letche, because the white of milk brings a different taste
... comminicate without the vocabulary of a strange language, right into the hearts or the most colourfull people I have met.