Lance and Kristin represent American and don't bring up comics once!

Tuesday morning and after another quick walk around Sun City (as none of my night photos turned out very nice - must read the camera manual) and we were off to the South African economic capital of Pretoria. This is a very large city with traffic that would make a Dallas driver say, "Dang." Thank goodness for the Garmen gps unit. It, like the ice maker and dish washing machine, might have saved the marriage.

Our first stop was the obligatory/educational/depressing as hell Apartheid Museum. Which just happens to be across the street from an amusement park and you go in at the same gate. How weird is that and do you suppose people ever go to the wrong place on accident? "Hey this doesn't look like a farris wheel to me..."

What can I say about the museum? I can only speak for myself but was very moved by what a scary place Johannesburg and Pretoria must have been, for everyone involved frankly, in the 80s and 90s. America, we didn't have a clue. At least high school Lance and Kristin didn't have a clue. The country today is a miracle. There are still very significant issues of course. I won't get into the specifics because this ain't that kinda blog. Nothing more controversial than advocating machine sewn quilt bindings for this place. (I've just alienated half the quilt readers with that one.... come back!... I'll be blogging about a quilt show next!) Suffice to say that I am hopeful about the future of South Africa and look forward to learning more.

Nuff about that. Heavy. Heavy. Heavy.

So that night we stayed with a wonderful couple: Greg and Reagan (Hi Guys!) their three cool kids and two dogs. No we didn't steal either of their dogs and yes, we were tempted. Lance and I originally met them on our safari weekend. Much to our surprise they invited us to stay in their guest room and much to our delight they fed us! America, what we have been calling a BBQ all these years is called a "Brai" over hear in Sub-Sahara and it is all good. We asked them a million questions and tried to present ourselves as good representations of "American Adults" (will our parents please stop laughing now). The next moring it was breakfast and travel hints and we were on our way again.