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Day 18

Our first trip outdoors today was when we met P-J at the canal, after work. Jorja is starting to reach out and call her Dad when she recognizes him among the other pedestrians. Before then, she played inside the apartment, stopping now and then to call the people outside, or flipping through the channels on TV!




We set out again this evening, just after 18h00. We head straight up the hill into San Telmo. In hindsight, it was a bit silly to head out in the hot and humid weather, into peak hour motor and foot traffic, and we returned home in time for Jorja's dinner call.

On our walk, we passed a guy who had either been struck on the head or knocked over. He was standing, talking to the police officer so it wasn't too serious but only after we'd passed the scene, we realised that we'd walked right through it all! I didn't think it fitting to take a photo...

There are some beautiful buildings in the area. Unfortunately, they get locked up pretty good and solid at the close of business, so we only managed to capture a couple.



For supper tonight, we tried some more Chorizo sausage. I had said after just 1 week here, that I wouldn't have another bite, but P-J assured me that it was a different taste. Sure enough it was a far more tastier brand, with a bit of a bite, that reminded me of the R69.95/kg Nippies sausage!

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