After a thirty six hour ordeal I landed on Brussels airport to visit with Irma, Karel and Kiana who are now living in Belgium.
It was the most horrendous thirty six hours of my life, as, when we got to the Cape Town airport for our flight first to Johannesburg, to get our flight to Abu Dhabi, and from there to Brussels, we were informed that our flight was delayed. The 'we' being Trienkie my youngest, whose husband and his parents were babysitting for her, and self, and we were quite okay, as at first the flight was only delayed for half an hour, but as the time went on, the half an hour stretched to two, and then two and a half, and we were in a frenzy, as we would miss our international flight if there were any more delays.To make things worse, Trienkie is a bally stress ball, and tore my nerves into shreds, so we almost attacked the guy concerned with solving problems when he told us that this specific airline was a point to point carrier, and they could do nothing about our dilemma. But we were delayed in the end for three hours, and were in reasonable time for our flight from Johannesburg.
We got to Abu Dhabi at about six, just to be told that our flight to Brussels have been delayed for six hours! Nearly expired, as sleeping in an aircraft is not easy for me, and now we would get to brussels at about eight that evening.
I left my house with quite a bit of uncertainty, as I had surprised a couple of thieves about three weeks before I left. Jan was in Cape Town one weekend, and I was in Uniondale till about seven, and was a bit scared as it was to park the car and lock the gates.
Jan's cat was meeauing terribly, and I decided to go over to his house to feed it. As I passed the double doors at the veranda, it struck me that something was very wrong, but it was quite dark, so I looked around, and found that the double doors were broken out of the wall, but I was so surprised that it did not get through to me, and as the cat was frenzied, I fed it. Then I heard the back gate open, and the danger that I was in struck me, as nobody would hear me scream if I was attacked so I legged it at amazing speed back to my house where I phoned my neighbour and the police.
The police at our station could not be reached so Gary, my neighbour phoned the patrol police, who looked all over, but the culprits had gone through the river and disappeared. Luckily they did not have enough time to strip the house like they did over the Easter weekend, but they got away with Jan's very expensive bicycle, but this was found two days later at the river by some children playing there.
I am getting a bitty scared to be alone now, as Jan goes to Cape Town a lot, but I will just have to strengthen my security bars. Bally nuisance!
But I have looked forward to visiting my kids, so I will put all my fears and worries on ice, and enjoy my time in Belgium.