
This past Saturday was our third surfing lesson at Muzienburg. Let me just say that it wasn't my ideal day....When we got to the beach it was absolutely gorgeous- warm sunny blue sky, the perfect day to surf, or that's what I thought. The people at the surf shack gave me a wet suit that was way too small for me, but I didn't have the energy to go back and get a bigger one- so I just tried my hardest to ignore the fact that I was going to have a wedgy for the next two hours. Then when I walk outside with my surf board I can see that there's no sun in sight! It got cold somehow! We go ahead and get in the water, when we very quickly find out that the waves are much bigger and plentiful than we were use to. I quickly caught a wave alongside Becca, and from there on I was lost in the sea of surfers. I had lost the group, and there was no way that I was going to be able to make my way back out to them....I was just trying to stay alive, wave after wave...Not very much fun. To add to the fact that I was "all by myself"(none of the group was close by), my board ended up jabbing me in the back of my arm!!! BOY did that hurt! I was able to ignore the pain for the time we had remaining, but when I got home it had already turned black and blue, and had swollen up like a golf ball! Check out the picture below!

This was not taken on the day we went surfing. This was the week before when we were sitting on the beach watching all of the children play in the sand.

Martin(far right) had all the Bethel students over to his flat in Res at Cornerstone yesterday. I feel so bad that I can't remember how to spell the other guys two names.....We had lots of snacks- one of them was called a "fat roll" which was a breaded roll soaked in grease! YUM! :(

And here's my bruise....