Molopo Mem'ries

Thoughts on "The Kingdom"

2008-09-22T21:44:00.003+01:00

I've just finished watching "The Kingdom" (if you still want to watch it - don't read this - I'm giving the end away). It has left me... I think "sad" is the best word. Sad. There is an air of hopelessness that one is left with at the end; when both sides express the desire, the urge, to make sure that each and every one of those opposing them be killed. "We will kill them all"; "don't fear them, we will kill them all". In a movie which is filled with violence and hatred, this is just a further indication that none of it will end.

And if that is the way people really feel; be they arabic or westerners, then it does show the hopelessness that is to be found in the world today. "Kill or be killed", "kill before they kill us", "hate all those who are different"... what a way to live!

And it made me think of the Christian's call to live according to the mercy that has been shown us by God through Jesus. In Romans it is written (12:17-19): "Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everybody. If it is possible, as far as t depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: "It is mine to avenge; I will repay, " says the Lord."

If God - against whom we sin grievously, and against whom mankind has sinned grievously since the Fall - can forgive, then who are we to take vengeance. If He has shown us such mercy as to forgive by the death of his beloved son, then can we not trust him to show justice to all when he returns?

Is it not our challenge, our duty, and our joy, to live in the knowledge that God will bring justice, that he will punish those who stand against him, and will show mercy upon those who call on his name?

"Do not overcome evil by evil, but overcome evil with good."

See what a morning

2008-09-16T18:16:00.002+01:00

On Saturday, at the wedding of two friends, we sang the hymn/church song called "See what a morning", which deals with the resurrection of Jesus. This has to be up there as one of my favourite songs, because of the tune, but mostly the lyrics. It tells what I think is my favourite story in the entire Bible - that of the resurrection. And it served to remind me again that the certain, definite resurrection of Jesus is what we as Christians pin our hopes on. In 1 Corinthians 15:14 Paul writes: "And if Christ has not been raised, then our preaching is in vain and your faith is in vain"; a reminder of the centrality of the resurrection! It is the wonder - the miracle - that God performed to bring us a certain hope.

I'm looking through the Israelites crossing of the Jordan in the book of Joshua this week. This was a miracle performed by God to bring them into the promised land; and they were to commerate it by placing twelve stones as a memorial - so that they (the Israelites) and the whole world could be reminded of God's power, and his faithfulness to the promises he makes. We as Christians need to be reminding each other constantly of the fact that Jesus is alive, that he was raised from the dead, and that God is faithful to his promise - the promise that we too will live and reign with him - for he lives; Christ is risen from the dead!
Praise be to him...

The desire to know

2008-08-29T11:33:00.003+01:00

It can often be difficult for Christians to share their faith. It's sad, but true. What makes it even more of a pity (and it's a MASSIVE pity!), is that there are so many people out there who actually want to know about Jesus, want to know why it is he had to die, why it is that we worship him.

Last night I had the singular privilege and pleasure to share the news of Jesus with a young man from China who is over here improving his english. This was at an annual international student event http://www.live-in-london.org/ held by a church in London. The great thing about this guy was that he rocked up at the door, and in halting English said " I want to find out more about Christ". He sat down, and for at least 2 hours we discussed everything from where the 1st Christians were from, to why Jesus had to die, to who he was, and to the joys of knowing God as Father through him.

It was a blessing.

Joy in the little things

2008-08-28T15:42:00.002+01:00

Well - perhaps they're not little things - just big things I failed to notice! Looking through the conversion of Saul the Pharisee (later Paul the Apostle) in Acts 9, it was pointed out in a sermon I was listening to that the last thing Saul says before Jesus speaks to him (in verse 5) is "Who are you Lord". When we next hear of him saying anything it's in verse 20 where we are told that he began to preach in the Synagogues that "Jesus is the Son of God".

What an amazing turnaround - and what a cool thing to have pointed out to us!

Wake me up before it sno-ows

2007-02-08T08:30:00.000Z

What a sight to wake up to! The ground is white, and there are snow flakes still falling. Now to venture outside for some more photos!

Wot a day!

2007-02-05T08:55:00.000Z

Saturday saw the wedding of my friends Chen & Eileen. It was a truly awesome day - with everything going right. They got married in Bath, in the western part of England, and the weather came out to play (and then some!). It was a lovely, sunny, bright day, enabling some lovely photos along the river Avon. Other than the bride being the obligatory 20 minutes late, the ceremony was lovely, and the reception was a blast.

It was very special to see my friend get married - weddings definitely have much more to them when you know the person (or persons) well, and have seen the relationship get to where it was. I really enjoyed it tremendously!

Ode to Kayleigh

2007-01-16T12:26:00.000Z

Do you remember, engine overheating in July

Do you remember, interior looking like a small pigsty.

Do you remember, driving in the dark without a light

Do you remember, we always seemed to get it done just right...

Kayleigh, oh my car you're gone forever

and Kayleigh I'm so sad I had to sell

I just could't go on pretending

that I could look after you so well...

Kayleigh: April 2006 - January 2007

Here's Johnny!

2007-01-10T16:37:00.000Z

Wow - it's been a while hasn't it! So sorry it's taken me all this time to get back into the swing of things... (not that I am yet - but I'll give it a try this year!)

Hoping to give you reasonably regular updates - especially with regards to life as an Apprentice! Maybe I can also discuss my love for Jelly Babies and Wine Gums, and the pleasure I derive from sorting them by colour, and then eating colour by colour, starting with the orange ones (they being my least favourite).

Mmm, nutty man...

New Forest Marathon

2006-09-18T08:51:00.000+01:00

I'm not sure how to start this entry, there is so much that's gone into the training behind this marathon, and the weekend in the New Forest itsself, that I could probably go on for ages without coming to a point (but hey - you guys are probably used to that!). So let me focus on Marathon day, Sunday 17 September 2006:

7am
The day dawned clear, and our campsite was quickly abuzz with guys off to play golf, girls clamouring for coffee, and the usual complaining about my snoring, and others' nocturnal trips to the bathroom

8am-9am
Somehow we got that campsite cleared up supa-quick ( I think it was the lure of coffee in town), and we were out of there, on the way to New Milton where the run was taking place. On the way we had to compete with horses, the infamous New Forest ponies, who stroll along the roads like they own them. Saw a 4x4 almost driven into the trees by one of these 4-legged danger zones!
And here we have ERROR 1: I did not have a proper breakfast - which would come back and haunt me I think.

9am-11am
Time spent in New Milton, having breakfast (well - the others were, I had banana and toast), and getting more and more excited. Doing a bit of a warm up jog, and feeling the heat already. I drank a lot before the race, knowing that it was going to be hot, but unfortunately I had a couple of visits to the bathroom as well!

11am - 11.30am
The last half-hour. After watching the half-marathon folks run past, I got ready for our start, chatting nervously to some of the other contestants.

11.30am
And we're off! If I look back on that start, I was so psyched! I was buzzing on adrenaline, and pure excitement of this mad thing I was starting on! And here the "Rent-a-Crowd" kicked in, cheering me off a couple of hundred metres from the start. The knowledge that there were 8 people waiting for me at the end carried me through the last bit of the race a lot, and they were great.

11.30am - 1.00pm
The first half-marathon was great, and I completed it in a time of 94 minutes (4 minutes slower than my best 1/2 time). And that friends, was probably ERROR 2. The course was hilly, and I managed them well, pulling away from a whole bunch of runners. Again, it was hot, and the first 21km had it's fair share of open, exposed hilltops. The run was lovely though, we cut through the small roads through the forest, past the horses, and in and out of lovely Tsitsikamma like woods. I was feeling good, and thankful that I was. I don't think I've prayed as much during a run as I did through yesterday's. The first half was a "thank you that I am feeling so good - please keep me strong" (the 2nd half prayer was more like "please don't let me fall over" - but we'll get to that!). Anyway, I had the obligatory pit-stop, and yes, felt strong.

1.00pm - 2.00pm
This is where things started going south. I started to feel very thirsty, and although I had been drinking at every water station, I had been taking the usual small sips, and I'm not sure whether that had been enough. Things came to a head at around the 16 mile point (approx 25km), where we climbed a meanish hill out of the forest and onto a hill. The sun was baking down, and it was uncovered for a few km's. While on this hill, a guy I was running with told me there were worse hills between the 17m - 22m markers (28km-35km approx). I slowed down, I knew I'd need some energy for that. When we got undercover again, I knew I was in trouble. I was thirsty, very thirsty. I felt that was the turning point, as I wasn't even sweating that much anymore (not a great sign!). After that I started walking at every drink station, taking in more of the water, and making sure I drank it slowly. A few other guys were struggling as well, guys were stopping at the water points and retching, and we all slowed down a bit.

2.00pm - 2.30pm
Here things went a little blank ("Dit was nag"). I remember one point clearly, and that was turning onto a road, and seeing it stretch for what seemed like ages, all uphill and all in the sun. I got up the hill, running all the way - I never walked on an uphill - only on flats, one of the little challenges I set myself to keep going. One of the drinks tables after this hill gave me an energy drink, and boy did I need that sugar! A couple of people were also handing out Jelly Babies, and the green and purple ones (two of them - how weird that I can remember the colours!) saved my bacon! Because it was at this point (somewhere in this half hour) that I got dizzy, and faint. I was plodding a lot more, and couldn't really focus on the road ahead of me very well. I walked one long stretch, which was dumb, as when I started running again, my legs were stiff. I also got totally mesmirised by the tendons between my knees and upper leg, and how they stood out whenever my feet hit the ground. I didn't want to play anymore. The though of just saying "Enough is enough, why am I even doing this crazy thing" entered my mind a few times!

2.30pm - 3.07pm

The last 6 or so km. I can't remember much of them, I know that somewhere in here I walked, I got passed by two women - actually 3 women - and I lost the plot a little. The sun disappeared in the final 2/3 km, and there was a lite misty little rain. My shirt chaffed under my arm - and that's about all I can remember until the final 1km. It was a long stretch to the finish line, and I could see the people lined up. About 300 metres away my sister spotted me (maybe distances are a bit over-exaggerated here - but at this point everything seemed a little longer!) and waved. I waved back, and "Rent-a-Crowd" made my day. As they started cheering and screaming; Shauna, Jeannine, Wilma, Christine, Anchen, Bronwyn, Adri & Philip, the entire crowd from them to me picked up on it. I was running alone, probably a minute between me and the runners either side. The crowd picked up on their cheering, and I was cheered the entire way to the finish. Kids gave me five, and the announcer said something about: "Runner 509, with the big fan club, is Mundy Carroll. Wow, what a cool name - I think I'll use that" And she pronounced it correctly! The gang all gave me five as I went passed, and I finished the bugger! I came in 70th - out of 366 runners - with a time of 3h37m43s. The 2nd half was a fair bit slower than the first!

Ha ha, I think the marathon is fiddling with my mind, as I'm writing this last bit, I'm getting slightly emotional. That cheering at the end meant the world to me.

3.08pm - onwards
Anyway. I got the medal, drank water and juice, and stumbled to where my sister was. She half carried me to the car, I was stumbling like a drunk, and struggling a lot to keep straight. My legs were gone, and I felt like I could pass out and sleep for the rest of my life. I couldn't talk, and sitting down in the car seat was bliss. I drank, drank water and lucozade, and ate a few Fruit Pastilles. Surprising what that sugar and water did. I was feeling fine within 10 minutes, ready for the next one... ok no, that's a lie :-)

And that's it. A "brief" overview of my first marathon. I'm still in two minds over whether I want to do another - actually no - I will do another - but give me a little while.

Thank you to everyone for your messages, sponsorships, thoughts and prayers, and for the gang who came with and pulled me through a few tough, tough miles!

Note: I'm struggling to load photos to this blogging site - so please come back in a few days, hopefully I'll have sorted that out, and can post a couple

Mem'ries of a Molopo Hitchhiker

2006-08-15T15:55:00.000+01:00

My brother's last post http://www.michaeltcarroll.blogspot.com/ outlining his experience as a hitch hiker in New Zealand's South Island, set my memories going, as I tried to recall my experiences as a hitch hiker. My earliest hitchhiking memories are of picking up the army boys heading home for the weekend when we'd travel through South Africa. I'd never be that chuffed about squeezing in a grown man (when you're 6, even a laaitie of 18 is a grown man in your books!) in the back seat and having your sister sit on your lap or something. Still it was always exciting to have an actual soldier in the car!

My latest hiking memory is not as glamorous, my cousin and I had had a few too many to drink and walked about 2 kilometres (it felt that far anyway) in the opposite direction of his house one evening here in London. In my "brave by alcohol" frame of mind I threw caution - as well as my thumb - to the wind, and we managed to get a ride immediately. The guy didn't seem too happy about dropping us off - maybe he was a taxi expecting a bit of cash, and we didn't even notice!
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The majority of my hitchhiking was done in Israel, 11 years ago. It was the way to get around, the ultimate way of travelling when - like us - you had no money, and actually wanted to chat to people (even the surly Israeli's!). We had some weird rides, a couple of dodgy men picked us up, and it would be really uncomfortable when they'd accidentally "miss" the gear stick and touch your leg (yup - it happened). Once I was really down about a girlfriend, and asked the guy to turn down "It must have been love" (by Roxette), because it was making things worse - what a wuss!

But if I had to think of those occasions I remember most I'd have to highlight these three (in ascending order):

3) We were touring around the Lake of Galilee, Nik, Storm and I, and it was getting close to evening. We'd had a great day, spent with a South African monk further up the lake, and we were picked up by this guy in a huge American pick up truck (double cab - bright red). We asked him about camp sites, or places to stay, and he told us that he ran one right on the lake, and we could crash there that night, as it wasn't high season, and he wasn't expecting anyone. We camped that night on the shores of the lake, and I remember it being one of the most restful evenings I've ever had.

2) A couple of days earlier, I think we were on the way to Galilee, a woman in a small Skoda or something similar picked us up. She was in the army, and was in uniform. She looked stressed the whole time, and even us chatty guys were struggling to get any conversation out of her. I was sitting behind her, and noticed she had only one hand on the wheel and one in her lap. When we got out I noticed that she'd had her hand on a pistol the entire time! I've always been amazed that she picked us up even if she worried about something happening - and, knowing the three of us - been amazed that we actually looked threatening!

1) But my favourite hitchhiking story… this will be one of my most treasured memories forever. We had left Jerusalem in the morning, and were hiking to Tel Aviv. We'd been on the road since 7am or something silly like that, and it was already mid afternoon. I think we weren't even halfway to Tel Aviv, it had been a slow day with regards to hiking. We were lying on the side of the road, it was hot, very hot, and we had no water. The "fun" thing about hiking is that you've always got that thought at the back of your mind that you may be sleeping right where you are at the moment, especially as the day progresses! The thought of sleeping on the side of the road in the middle of the desert wasn't appealing to any of us (especially with no food or water!) But a jeep pulled up alongside, one of those Jeep Wranglers, with the bar across the top. It was silver-grey, and had the US Stars and Stripes painted on the bonnet. Inside were three young Israeli's our age. They picked us up. These guys were on their way to join the army, to do their (3 years it was at that time) stint. I sat perched on the back, with the wind blowing through my hair (which was quite long at the time), and as we were driving, the Eagles' "Hotel California" started playing. That song will always remind of that one ride in a Jeep Wrangler "On a dark desert highway - cool wind in my hair…"

Winds of change

2006-08-10T18:06:00.000+01:00

Wasn't that a good song - the Scorpions classic that reminds me of my travelling days in 1995. Back then three of us traipsed off to Israel, to spend some time on a kibbutz. The wonderful time that we spent there has meant that the events in Israel at the moment cause me great concern, not only because of global ramifications, but because so many people who played a big part in my life are literally sitting in the line of fire. It's a sobering thought...

Talking about sobering thoughts! This morning I was at Heathrow Airport Terminal 3. As madness reigned around, yours truly was oblivious to the fact that a major terrorist operation had been foiled. We were under the impression (this is now the "we" that actually went to information to check why people who had landed over an hour previously were still stuck on a plane) that there was a Baggage Handler's crisis, with only 8 of the poor fellas clearing luggage for the entire terminal! It was only when I was travelling to the office that an sms from New Zealand informed me of the truth...

I must admit - the title's a bit misleading. When I think about August (and the fact that this is my August entry), I always remember how windy it was in Johannesburg (and in Auckland too I suppose), and how I will always think of August as the "Windy" month.

Let us hope that the winds of change in the Middle East are winds of peace...

Take care everyone

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On a lighter note: check out www.justgiving.com/mundyc The old Molopo Madman is finally going to give it a go!

07/07 - One year later

2006-07-07T08:32:00.000+01:00

It's amazing to think that at this time, one year ago, the lives of so many would be changed for ever, and the lives of others ended - in a flash, a bang and a hearbeat.

I can also sometimes wonder in amazement at the fact that so many of us were saved the carnage. Friends of mine missed the Edgeware Road blast by at most 30 minutes. If I had taken my normal route to work via Edgeware Road I could have been there or just missed it. Instead I was at home nursing a broken collarbone (which seems to have been a blessing in disguise!).

Today at 12pm we will share 2 minutes of silence. Silence in memory of those who lost their lives, those who live still with the scars of the blast, physically and mentally. We will also say a prayer of thanks that through the pain and the agony, there is always a ray of light, people using the events to do something positive, be it setting up scholarships, helping the blind or just pulling together as communities.

Wimbledon

2006-06-26T08:49:00.000+01:00

How do you know when Wimbledon has started? Let's go through a couple of the options:

Wimbledon Park is cordoned off for parking - maybe
A large number of extra buses and taxis are put on to ferry people to the tennis - maybe
Southfields tube station is covered with fake grass to resemble a tennis court - maybe
There are fools camped out on the pavement waiting for tickets to the games - maybe
The number of tanned, sporty looking individuals around has increased tenfold - maybe

But the most obvious indicator that tennis' premier tournament is about to kick off is the fact that... yes - it's been raining non-stop since early this morning!

Welcome to Wimbledon!

Two Down... The 38 George Street Gang

2006-06-13T09:39:00.000+01:00

13 June 2006

Shortly after the wonderful wedding of Sandra (to Mark), the second of the GSG has now fallen prey to the lure of couple life. Chen and Eileen, congratulations on the engagement, may I be one of the first to wish the both of you an awesome life together, filled with only that which makes you happy.

Chen – how far we have come since then hey!?

Prison Break Fast

2006-06-06T17:53:00.000+01:00

6 June 2006 (oooh - the magic date!)

DANGER: MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS IF YOU'RE INTO PRISON BREAK

And so it came - the eagerly awaited finale of what has been a truly great series. Unfortunately my Prison Break Buddies - my housemates - were both out, and so I was to watch the final two hours of the show by myself - solitary if you will.

And were we treated or what! The eagerly anticipated escape - with what seemed like half the Fox River inmates trying to get over the wall - the guessing and wondering over who would make it and who wouldn't... exciting. Then the added value of chopped off limbs, high treason, death and bicycle rides made it quite a good 1 hour 55 minutes of entertainment.

But (there had to be a but) then we had the final 5 minutes. What a JIP! I wanted a finale, I wanted to switch off the TV and say "Hell Munds, that was a good series - a good show". Instead I have to wait six month before the next series starts, and then watch them one by one again until they decide they want a series three? Bugger them. The fact that Prison Break did not end, but is going to get dragged on has annoyed me more than the cancellation of my train home.

Still, they have to take credit for creating one of the few shows that has kept me watching.

Break on through folks - break on through.

Mountain Goat Mundy

2006-06-02T17:20:00.000+01:00

4 June 2006

Firstly - I can't believe that it's taken me a month to get back on here and do my thaang! I think it's all the abuse I took about the quality of my Afrikaans, my lack of faith in the Bulls, and the blue eye I got from Victor smacking me through the face with a handbag! Sorry Vic, I know that's more a Kiwi thing, you would use your "man-bag".

The month of May was an interesting month, full of excitement and change.
May have gone to Scotland - but didn't
May have gone travelling around the South West UK - but didn't
May have got my personal best in a 1/2 marathon - and did
May have become single again - and did
May have gone climbing another mountain - and almost did!

Following from the success of the Wales wander in April, a group of friends (13 in total) decided to head to the Lake Districts, to climb Sca Fell - England's highest peak (it's dwarfed by Snowdon in Wales - been there, climbed that - and Ben Nevis in Scotland - next up). This time though, we hardened up; there'd be no youth hostels or indoor beds, it was all camping baby!

And boy did England's weather come to the party. Thanks to rain, rain, and more rain - added to a freezing gale that blew the cold right through you, we didn't make it to the top - close but no cigar.

And as for June?

June has already started off with a bang. We have had a beautiful weekend, the sun shining, and showing us how our skins are almost English (we burn easily now!). My sister arrived yesterday for a six month visit! Today we spent the day watching Sevens Rugby at Twickenham, enjoying especially the victory of Russia over Australia (Igor, Igor, Igor!)

And a mention to my young brother, who completed his first marathon earlier today in Christchurch. He finished in 11th spot, with a time that I would not even dream of getting - well done Mike; proud of you.

Willy run or won't he?

2006-05-09T19:00:00.000+01:00

Yes, yes my peoples, of my mense - of sommer my peopse...

This is going to be a bit of a schizophrenic blog by the looks of things - some will be Afrikaans, some will be English... some will be a mengelmoes of the two tale (true Seffrican - if only I could chuck some Xhosa in!). Let me concentrate this week on some sporting events, some good, and some not so:

Die Abbatoir - Loftus Versveld, Vrydag 5 Mei

Ek wonder partykeer wat daardie ouens dink (dis nou die Bulle - hulle besef definitief nie wat hulle aan hulle ondersteuners doen nie) Laat ek vir julle vertel wat dit beteken om 'n Bulls ondersteuner in Londen te wees. Aan die begin van die S14 seisoen sien mens nou dat daar seker so 2/3 Bulls games gewys gaan word, en jy hoop maar dat jy daar sal wees vir die aksie. Aan die begin van die week, maak jy reg - en beplan jou storie. So gedurende die week kom al die Bulls fans uit die en voor mens weet gaan daar 8 Bulle fans in die sitkamer wees.

Die groot dag... Teen 5 uur klop jou hart dik stukke - want jy's nog nie klaar by die werk nie, die trein ry oor 40 minute, en die game begin oor 'n uur! Wanneer jy uit die kantoor kom moet jy hardloop om die tube te vang (en hardloop deur die strate van londen is nie 'n snaakse storie nie - daar's vrek baie mense in jou pad!). Die stress op die trein, en die sinkende gevoel wanneer jy die huisdeur oopmaak en dis al klaar 0-7.

Om dan die rubbish wat daardie etters Vrydag aand opgedis het te sien - maak my sommer die dinges in vir die res van die naweek! Hoe kan professionele rugby spelers so crap wees!? Ek kan vir julle verduidelik hoe moeilik ons was na die tyd nie... En dis ons een Bulls game vir Mei en Junie - thanks boys!

Ag nou ja - solank Victor Matfield Vrydagaand score in Hatfield square is dinge maar ok...

Stratford - upon - Avon: Sunday 7 May

Now for the sporting event of the weekend. Sunday morning I was up before 6am. Hopping in 2 cars were 8 guys, off to Stratford to run the Shakespeare 1/2 marathon. Now I've done my fair share of races in the past - but this one was phenomenal. The run was not just scenic - but something well beyond - England at it's finest. Tudor houses, 1 lane traffic with hedges on either side, green farmland, and the fresh smell of grass, rain and cow dung (seriously - that's a good thing!). I could run for quite some time in a place like that. The crowds were great - dotted all over the course, clapping and cheering like each one of us was special to them, people don't actually know how much that does mean to a runner. There was this old fella, with his speakers set up outside his house, playing nineties techno music, clapping and dancing and cheering us on. Great stuff. Include a couple of Batmen and Robins running - as well as Will here alongside making an appearance - it was all good!

I would advise anyone to spend some time in Stratford - great little town!

Right - that's it for now!

Vir julle wat 'n cool rugby preview blog wil sien - gaan kyk na http://www.brandybunch.blogspot.com/ vir 'n bietjie insig.

Keep well!

Welcome to the Machine

2006-04-26T14:19:00.000+01:00

26 April, 2006

So here I am, joining the masses, hopefully with some odd interesting observations to make, but mainly to keep you guys updated as to what's going on in this traveller's life. Bear with me while I get the hang of things, and feel free to talk back!

A quick note on the name I've chosen for this blog. As some of you will know, there are 2 places in this world that I'd consider my favourites - those places where you feel most at home, and most at peace. The one is Betty's Bay in the Cape - the other is on the farm. The farm is on the Molopo river - and this word Molopo features quite heavily in the Carroll family - we tend to use it for fantasy football teams, personalised number plates, and a number of other things. So why not a blog?! Molopo Mem'ries was slightly better than Betty's Bo*bs I think ;-)

So here we are - at home on the Molopo!