in the distance.) After getting cleaned up Sarah is
off to Blantyre (2 hours away). I'm to stay at Hippo
View. As planned lead devotions on 2 Cor. 4... "treasure
in jars of clay ... carrying in our body the dying of
Jesus", which we do every day, surrendering our cherished
plans for Jesus' sake.
17th. Don't sleep much. Rise to the news of the
vertebrae. So we're going to Johannesburg ASAP. Lemon
takes me to Blantyre (1 1/2 hours). His driving is average
Malawian - heavy on the throttle and the horn. "You
did this with Sarah last night.... in the dark?" The
mind boggles. Phone Mary. Sarah and I discuss what to
tell her mum. Medics arrive from South Africa. The 'ambulance'
to the airport is a glorified Land Rover and Sarah's
feet stick out the back as it bumps through the road
works, the nurse holding the door as tight as possible.
The air ambulance has one narrow door. Getting through
it gives Sarah "the worst 30 seconds" of her life. On
board isn't much better. Two hours of discomfort. At
Olivedale Hospital in Jo'burg a sign asks that all firearms
are left at reception! I'm in a guest house 5 minutes
away but the owner collects me and warns me not to walk
the gang all survived the climb to Zomba and a long
day on the dirt road to Mulanje where they had a big
welcome and a hospital tour on Saturday.
next four days. Hospital and house are all I see
of Jo'burg. Sarah has a 'halo' fitted in surgery to
keep her in traction for 6 weeks? She tells orthopaedic
surgeon he can always get a job as a barber! Mary calls
friends with friends in Jo'burg, who visit and give
great help. Sunday we phone and wish Matthew happy 17th
birthday. Dour Afrikaans nurses claim they can't sing!
By Monday S is propped up a fraction, can see the telly
and feed herself. She probably also has a broken rib,
but is relaxed and her 'mechanic' says she's making
good progress. Boyfriend Alan plans to come soon. To
honour the preparations made by colleagues and schools
in Malawi I decide, reluctantly, to go back there. Book
flight to Lilongwe. Say "See you in Nairn" and swallow