On Saturday morning, having not yet had a chance to post anything about our trip to Kruger, we asked Barry to drop us at a local internet “shop” where I could hook up my laptop and get going on a post. There are no places here like Panera Bread or Starbucks where you can get a cup of coffee and then be wireless on the internet for as long as you like at no charge. Although they may call them internet cafés, there is no coffee and there is an hourly rate for using the internet. As I am writing this now at a lovely guest house in the 
mountains, there is only a “land line” and they have to use “dial up” to pick up their emails (during which their phone line for bookings is “busy”). I won’t be posting here! We were at the “café” until 1.30 and the wedding was at 3pm.
The wedding went off perfectly at 3pm and I am not going to attempt to go into great detail as most of you won’t know the people involved. This is a post that needs pictures rather than words. I can say that the bride giggled her way though her vows,
which the priest took all in his stride. It was a nice service.
The reception was held on the beachfront at a swank restaurant, and undoubtedly, the bride’s father will be in debt for the rest of his life! Shaun’s groomsmen (there were three of them – his old school mates) made excellent speeches, with lines like “No one has ever questioned
Shaun’s intelligence --- in fact, no one has ever mentioned it!” There were stories told of Shaun’s schoolboy escapades that had remained unknown to his parents, one of which involved Shaun returning and reinstalling street signs under police supervision! Other stories told where somewhat risqué and cannot be repeated here as this blog can be read by young children.
mountains, there is only a “land line” and they have to use “dial up” to pick up their emails (during which their phone line for bookings is “busy”). I won’t be posting here! We were at the “café” until 1.30 and the wedding was at 3pm.The wedding went off perfectly at 3pm and I am not going to attempt to go into great detail as most of you won’t know the people involved. This is a post that needs pictures rather than words. I can say that the bride giggled her way though her vows,
which the priest took all in his stride. It was a nice service.The reception was held on the beachfront at a swank restaurant, and undoubtedly, the bride’s father will be in debt for the rest of his life! Shaun’s groomsmen (there were three of them – his old school mates) made excellent speeches, with lines like “No one has ever questioned
Shaun’s intelligence --- in fact, no one has ever mentioned it!” There were stories told of Shaun’s schoolboy escapades that had remained unknown to his parents, one of which involved Shaun returning and reinstalling street signs under police supervision! Other stories told where somewhat risqué and cannot be repeated here as this blog can be read by young children. The reception was first class. It was early 
Sunday morning before we 
retired to bed.
Sunday morning before we 
retired to bed.
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