Our accommodation at Backdoor, South Africa is quite lovely. Don’t worry, you won’t find a Hilton or Holidy Inn Express here. In fact, you won’t even find Backdoor on a map because to this world, it doesn’t exist, which creates problems when you’re trying to find a locksmith.
One day this past week the girls decided to get the key stuck in their bedroom door and lock themselves out… with precious commodities locked in the room (like drinking water). Terri and Sarah spent quite a length of time with some of the neighborhood boys trying to bust the lock, but to no avail, they couldn’t seem to break in.
That’s what pastors are for.

Here are the girls, rather sad to be locked out.
Pastor Clifford being sweet with a screwdriver and hammer; prying ever so forcefully into the doorframe.
Just another angle… makes it easier.
In the meantime, the girls make it look good.
I decide to join in… because I make it look even better.
Twice (and with my muscley arm in the shot)
Because of our good looks, the pastors broke the lock off for my lovely ladies
So, naturally, they celebrate with the “Hiro” cheer!
And I, again, decide to make this celebration look good.
God bless you and miss you all!