....To Day..day Twelve...the Second Sunday in Lent...time moves on..and distance gets covered..My Story to today from The Pilgrimage is about the Extreme Hospitality that I received in Atlantis on the West Coast. ....it was my hope to keep accommodation on this journey modest, humble and inexpensive..I wanted to sleep in the informal settlement of Witsand ..the tin shacks..My sleeping place was indeed arranged to be in Witsand...but in one the RDP houses in the midst of of the settlement... ....I arrive....enter..keys given..but no occupants of the very simple but beautifully appointed dwelling...the square metres will fit a few times in one ot the rooms of houses I have occupied.. I a total stranger given possession of the house...!!! ....much..much...later..I had already gome to bed... came a tentative knock on the door...may we come in to sleep...?..it was the owner and the occupants of the house...!!! ...I call this extreme hospitality and radical inclusivity...just hand over your house to a stranger..and then come and knock on the door and ask permission to enter...!!! ...the pilgrims progress ..continues with surprising lessons every of the way...raphwalks800 Photo shows entry into Veldfrif..Police Escort behind in the distance
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 13:06:17 +0000
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