Sylvia's Journal

I have left the land of the über-meat-eaters and am now back in the land of the biltong. I ate too much of it and am now lessening my thirst with port wine; a small carafe was happily waiting next to my bed in the Bohemian guesthouse.

About noontime we completed our workshop with a management simulation during which the top directors played lowly workers and the regional folks playing top team. At the end they said they had a new appreciation for the pressures their bosses are under. It was quite an engaging exercise during which much real stuff was acted out.

We ended the workshop on a high note with a slide show of action pictures, professionally taken by my colleague A. with his fancy camera. After lunch everyone went his or her way, all with many good intentions.

We had our final team meeting in the MSH office and met our druggie colleagues as we call them affectionately. There are nine nationalities working in that office, a jolly group of managers, pharmacists and logisticians.

On the short flight back to Jo’burg I read the New York Times and learned to my relief that the slow downgrading of the Y-chromosome appears to have halted or at least slowed down. This is good news now that we have a new Y-chromosome arriving soon in the family.