Over six hundred proud children and parents cramed into the larger of the two tin huts, the atmosphere was electric.
Les & Gregg show the gathering what has been delivered. Along with the educational materials are a few recreational items like these footballs, they get a huge round of cheers from a crowd still enjoying world cup fever. I didn't spot any Vuvazelas though!
The audience were then entertained by pupils who had adapted their school uniforms with a Zulu flavour.
Creativity here was in full effect as the children performed a series of native dances. The crowd got fully behind them with some serious high ululating, my ear drums were ringing like I'd been to a music weekender, but this year my weekender was here.
For those not familiar with a bit of ululating its basically a long, wavering, high-pitched sound resembling the howl of a wolf with a trilling quality. It is produced by emitting a high pitched loud voice accompanied with a rapid movement of the tongue. Believe me its loud!
Gregg & Iris try a head count... Good luck on that one!
Nombulelo thanks the crowd and cordially takes a bow, a fantastic crowd reaction ensues, happy faces everywhere.
Before we leave we are treated to a song and dance from some of the pupils.The weather was really closing in at this point and winds were picking up. We needed to hit the road fast before the rains arrived.
The road to our camp for the night was particularly trecherous. Negotiating it in rain could put pay to more tyres and its no fun changing tyres in a monsoon. I manage to snatch a few shots before we leave.
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