That's a fairly long story, so sit down and relax (Don't forget to check the cam!)
Years ago my parents decided that they would like to visit South Africa. So they went to travel agencies and decided on the Shongololo Express train trip.
The start of that worked out well, they enjoyed themselves a lot. That is, until my mother stepped backward to let a fellow passenger pass. She stepped in a pothole, so threw out her right hand to break her fall.
Break she did, but only not her fall. Her wrist was shattered, so off to the hospital they went. After manipulating the bits and pieces (that's all that was left) she got a cast around her lower arm, and could continue the trip. Not a nice thing to happen to you on a holiday, but part of life.
So the trip continued... for a little while.
Than my father had a heart attack! That's different cookie, so he was flown into Joburg. Spend three days on the monitors, and the the doctors told him he could continue his holiday if he took it easy, but would he please go to his doctor when back in The Netherlands? My father, being a doctor himself, decided that he did not like that option, and had them flown into Cape town.
Second heart attack!
In the hospital they made an angiogram (film of his heart) and decided to operate the same day. Well, a double bypass, what better country to get one then in the inventing one?
As you can imagine my mother was "a bit down and out". If my father had flown home it is very likely that he would not have arrived alive.
Enter my brother (Madach).
He was flown in to help and support both my parents. He was not warned about the Africa virus, and got it badly during the three weeks he was there.
This off course meant that the next holiday planned was to SA, with his wife. Now both had the virus, and quite badly. They did the Wildlife campus training and of course met other people with the same virus and mindset. Some of them were South African of course, and friends being friends, they got invited to Elephant Plains (Sabi Sands) Website
Got to learn Carrie and Anton very well during their visits there.
Yes, I'm getting there....
Around september 2003 Madach called me with with the statement that he was invited to a wedding. Great! And? (He does photograph weddings on occasion.) So I told him that was nice, go and have fun.
Then he told me that his wife couldn't come with him, because of a training.
Right! And? So I told him to go alone, and have fun.
Then he suddenly came out with "It's in Africa, wanna come along?"
Anton and Carrie were getting married, in EP!
Do you think I could have said no?
Yes, three days in and out of SA is hardly worth the traveltime/expense, so we added a week in Kruger.
And now I'm infected as well.....
: The photos from our trip! Overhere! Feel free to use any of these additional letters to correct the spelling of words found in the above post: a-e-t-n-d-i-o-s-m-l-u-y-h-c