Category Archive: Different cultures

Running in our own lane

We have a phrase that gets bandied about in our family of churches – “running in your own lane”, meaning everyone doing what they’re best at, and getting on with it. (Inadequate summary… Continue reading

A red, white and blue day

I’ve been in England for 2 weeks now and we’ve talked so much that I am devoid of words. I want to post about our day trip to London but I’m struggling to form sentences… Continue reading

Why I love Dutch people

Last year I wrote about a place called Tshepong – a victim support centre here in Bloemfontein. It’s badly under-funded but has a brilliant leader, Lani, who keeps her staff inspired and motivated.… Continue reading

Even me??

Gym membership is a massive thing here in SA. There’s a breed of ladies here with flat tummies, long legs and toned arms. Some of them are my friends so I know they… Continue reading

Woman vs. School

I couldn’t sleep on Tuesday night – it was one of those noisy South African nights where the local dogs are barking and the winds are blowing, making the wobbly bits of the… Continue reading

The year after the year before

This time a year ago we had sold our house and put our stuff into storage. We had left our jobs and schools, said a load of good byes and moved over to… Continue reading

Mountain Fires

I wanted to celebrate Christmas with something Jesus-y so what better way than to tell you the story of Colin and his trip to the mountains of Lesotho a few weeks ago? Here’s… Continue reading

Different is tiring

One of the things we’re told about Bloem is that everyone disappears in the holidays – more on this another day. When our first school holiday rolled around in March we were therefore… Continue reading

Inner Pom-Poms

At school here in SA you have to choose a sport each term, and one of the options at Evie’s school is “pom-poms”!  (We Brits would call it cheerleading, but I’m loving the… Continue reading

The Little Red Hen

My friend Chantalle who we met in the phone shop queue on day 2, has a bee in her bonnet about a lady she’s met called Ellen. It’s not hard to see why:… Continue reading