So I never finished telling you about our last month in Africa. After spending a few days in Lusaka, Zambia and a few more in Livingstone…our team headed south with the hopes of making it to Cape Town, South Africa. Contrary to the way I prefer to live life, the rest of my team roped me into just going without any planning. We didn’t have transportation or lodging or anything set up. The idea was to see God show up and provide. The fact that I am alive and now in Romania with the rest of my race members, testifies to the fact that God did provide and protect us.
From the SA border we were able to get a relatively cheap bus to take us to Johannesburg where we got a coach bus to Cape Town. We had made it. But now the dilemma was that we had no place to stay. All we had was a number for couple we had never met. We had met their daughter and son-in-law in Malawi and they had suggested we stay with them but nothing had been planned ahead of time. We tried calling them from the bus station and at the same time began asking about back-packing lodges. The lodges were all going to be overpriced for our budget or so it seemed. But thankfully we didn’t need to worry about that, because God opened up the hearts of the couple we called and they welcomed us to their home with gladness. They were such a blessing to us and helped encourage us about the church and how Jesus is working in South Africa.
While in Cape Town we got to hike up Table Mountain. It was great for me, though may not have been for some members of the team who weren’t feeling well that day. I had suggested a tougher hike and they all agreed. The book we had with directions and descriptions didn’t turn out to be too helpful, though and we ended up having to backtrack at least once and climb down a rather precarious rock scramble…but it was beautiful.
