Where to start.
I missed you all.
It was just too much of a mission to blog.
I had a wonderful time.
The above picture is from the balcony of my room.
Swaziland is incredibly beautiful.
The people are unbelievable.
They are warm and friendly.
They are honest.
They have a sense of humour.
I could live there.
I was spoiled rotten.
My friend was incredbily generous.
What a woman.
I shall call herMarylou.
Because that is her name.
One of the dining room staff had lost her son and daughter in law to AIDS.
She is looking after her grandkids.
Both are HIV positive.
Four and seven years old.
They were both in hospital with pneumonia.
The next day we went off to Woolworths.
She bought them a HUGE bag of clothes.
I would have loved to have seen their faces.
We went everywhere.
We saw the glass factory.
We saw the candle factory.
We saw the rocking horse factory.
Let me go back to day one.
We arrived last Friday.
The hotel is about two hours from the airport.
About twenty minutes from the border.
You drive over the border and it is like being in another world.
The King has absolute power.
It appears to work.
Begging is not allowed.
Hitching is not allowed.
Kids have to be polite.
If they step out of line you are allowed to give them a whack on the bottom.(I love this law)
We stayed at the Orion Piggs Peak hotel.
Marylou goes there two or three times a year.
We were greeted with huge friendly hugs.
Yes…that is me!
We went up to our rooms.
We each had a double room.
There was a bottle of champagne and a big bag of chocolates in each room.
Marylou took hers home for her granddaughter.
I ate mine.
Now…before I bore you all to tears I will end off.
It is good to be home.
Episode two tomorrow.