...today was a day of strange and weird news. One of my colleagues had a death in his family just this afternoon, then Mary tells me a few minutes later that one of our tour guides in Cape Town was killed in a car accident this week.
I cannot stop thinking about this man. He drove one of our 3 tour vans all around Cape Town. I remember him in so many places, explaining this or that part of the city, trying to help us 'get it.' As we stood opposite Table Mountain, he took this photo of our group. As we were about to get back into our vans, two cars collided right in front of us. For a few seconds, I remember so clearly, there was a weird silence. So strange to think we shared this experience with him, and that he took this photo of us just a few seconds beforehand.
I can't help but think that this adds to the lessons we learned over there. He was a nice guy--sweet, kind, enthusiastic. I now find myself sitting reading back through my South Africa journal...