It started snowing on Friday. Slushy, sleeting, hail-ish snow. It's pretty in flight, but mushy in landing. I was not impressed. But, by Sunday, the Netherlands was in a little mini-blizzard. It didn't last very long, but as Africans in Europe, of course Mills and I had to get out into the snow. We attempted to catch snowflakes on our tongues (massive fail), and I received my first snowball to the back of my head. Fortunately, I was so well insulated that I didn't actually feel it and just saw splatterings of ice as they bounced off my head.
Here's a picture of me in the snow...
I was born for this weather.
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What a contrast to our weekend spent at Kwa MMatau in the heat and the swimming pool viewing the teeming herds of zebras, wildebeest and hartebeest :-)
Will send some photos soon.......
hope they don't depress you too much.
Chat soon, love you lots.
Jouma
You look very joy-filled in the snow. Is that a yellow tea cosy on your head? I likesss it.
Africans in Europe, like Vaalies at the beach.
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