After a picnic supper on Camps Bay Beach with first Dani and Saul, then the Kaplans and Aliza + family from Melbourne, we grabbed some abandoned candles that were still burning in sand-filled paper bags and encircled ourselves in the dark.
Afterwards we walked back to Mpandangare the Great, and everyone scrambled onto the roof and chanted a cricketer’s war cry to 2 year old Judah on the ground, to his equally passionate replies. The cry goes something like this:
“We are here… Where are you?” Response:
“We are here… Where are you?” Response:
“We are here… Where are you?”…
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