Rhodesian Memories – Summer Storms

Listen to the most recent episode of my podcast: Bartels Rhodesian Memories Summer Rain https://anchor.fm/john-bartels/episodes/Bartels-Rhodesian-Memories-Summer-Rain-e2089ve

A Recreational Submarine? Fact or Fiction?

It is fact! 100% true! Good friends of ours have very recently enjoyed a dive in a recreational submarine in the Red Sea in Hurghada, Egypt. They clearly had a fabulous experience. Here are a three pictures they took.

All aboard!
What would Jules Verne.say?
Astounding views

What an adventure. The amazing experience will have created memories that will last a lifetime. Thanks to A & D for the photos.

Manly, Sydney – Beautiful Serene Unique Special

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Words and pictures cannot describe such a wonderful place. Put a visit on your bucket list. Now! And, oh yes – stay overnight and allow.the dusk to silently enthral and bewitch you. What a place … Please press start if necessary Thank you.

Poet Kiera’s Joy

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Photo AW

Kiera’s companion Anna remembers …..

“It is 5 years ago exactly that I went to Many Tears in Llanelli to pick up this beauty! Kiera is my constant and trusty companion and as many of you know. …even sends poems over the ether to me. She is delightful and I have never regretted collecting her. From Romania to the UK…..her story is a huge success!”

Kiera also remembers. Anna sent me this poem by Kiera:

I love to run and dash, enjoy and splash..
Memories so part of me, fading now…..
Like mists which rise and fall
Into a deep nothingness….
And yet
Somewhere deep within
I was once loved……
My mind expands to far off lands
For one brief moment…
I remember. …
But soon returns for I am here…forever near
To the One who breathes love
And cares for me….
An echo from my plight, a shaft of light
It’s always there, deep and asleep
In my doggy soul….

Click here for the amazing story of how Kiera came from Romania to England.

New York Moonrise message. Breathtaking! March 2022.

Fabulous pictures from the “Edge” 100 floors up in New York. Scroll down and see how the moon “lit” a flame of freedom on the top of the Empire State Building. The photographer was in the right place at the right time! Great pictures from AB my son.

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The moon rising over fabulous New York – photograph taken from the Edge

And then the moon “lit” a flame of freedom! Scroll down.

A flame of freedom is “lit

A Tribute to Indy, our beloved German Shepherd

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India of Simnikan – “Indy” 2011-2021

I have posted before about our dear Indy who went ahead of us to the Rainbow Bridge on 21 May 2021. When Indy was about 18 months old, in 2012, I made a YouTube video of Indy playing hide and seek with my wife. A few days ago my grandson told me that the video has been viewed over 20K times (actually over 23800 views). I never knew. What a tribute to our faithful friend, companion and protector. Please scroll down. There you will find a link to the YouTube video and a picture of where Indy’s ashes are buried – beneath some white flowers next to the gate where she often lay, guarding us.

Link to the “hide and seek” video: click

Below is where Indy’s ashes are buried

Always faithful – On guard for ever

Memories of Bulawayo and the Falls

Visiting the Victoria Falls

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On strip roads. Bulawayo to Wankie. On “the Falls Road” Mom driving. My great uncle from New Zealand with us. Half way house. Dusty. The car not going well near Wankie as we pass a notice warning about elephants. Exciting. Arriving in Wankie. The car needs fixing. Staying at the hotel in Wankie and waiting for a part to come for the car. Car fixed. On to the Falls. Seeing the spray from the falls – “the smoke that thunders”. Trying unsuccessfully to catch a tiger fish from the bank in the Zambezi just above the falls. Rod way too small. Then, back on the strips. Going home. But first have to cross an angry swollen river using a low bridge with no side rails. Mom will not drive over the bridge. She asks a chap who turned up in a truck, to drive our car across. He does. Home at last. What an African adventure for a nine year old.