Swimming!
Daaibooi!
Morning at home.
Papaya plants bought at Piscadera, next to Quinten’s garden.
Magaly is sitting at the bus stop with her two grandchildren. They are staying with Wela (Grandma). I ask where they are going. ‘We are resting, I still have to walk all the way home with my brittle bones.’ I say, ‘I’ll take you, get in.’ Magalie lives opposite Boy Casablanca, on the road to Porto Marie Bay, a very bad road, quite a long walk for them. There is a car in her yard. Broken down? I ask her. ‘No, the battery is bad. I have to buy a new one.’ I offer to help her with that. ‘I can drive to Napa for you tomorrow.’

Then to Carmen’s garden. Planting a papaya plant. I put the plant on the right side of her garden, as she indicates on a photo; I plant it the Quinten way, with lots of dead material around it to prevent the little rainwater from evaporating too much.

Then we go swimming at Karakter and I send a photo of the papaya tree. ‘But how does it get water?’ Carmen asks. I write about Ernst Götsch, the Swiss man who promotes the method of ‘syntropic farming’. ‘But how does it get water?’ I write that I thought the drip system in her garden was broken and that’s why I covered it with dead material. No, the drip system is still working, at least on one side.
On my way home, I stop by again and, miraculously, the drip system starts working. I see that I can give the papaya plant a better spot, right next to the palm tree.
In the evening, I chat with Mum and go to bed on time.