Adapt or Die

Adapt or Die

If we don’t adapt to our environment, whether this is geographical, political or socially speaking – we won’t necessarily die physically; but what is almost certain, is that we will die to such important issues as opportunity, excitement, discovery, fun and I’m sure you could think of many more.

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Theodore Dingelberry’s Christmas in Dubai

Hello to All You Wonderful People

It’s me, Theodore Dingelberry, blogging you all the way from Dubai!

I am so excited, I’m celebrating my very first Christmas and I never expected it to be soooo  grand.

It all started with me seeing my very first ChristmasTheodore's First Christmas tree and how beautiful was that. The twinkling lights and a very big dazzling bright star right on the top of the tree. I saw so many colorfully wrapped presents under the tree and just wondered if one of those was for me.

Then I saw children playing below the tree they were shrieking and laughing and throwing some white stuff at one another. The older one’s were making what looked like statues. Gilles explained to me that, that was stuff that they pretended was snow and in Dubai it was far too hot to ever snow, so people made pretend snow (Gilles is so clever, he knows about a lot of interesting things and he is always happy to explain, when I don’t understand). He also told me that the children were making snowmen.

Antoinina then asked me if I would like to go down and meet with Father Christmas.  I said I was a little afraid, but when she told me that Father Christmas was waiting to give me my present and that she would always be very close to me, I was happy to go.

Antoinina held me in her arms and together with Gilles took me to meet Father Christmas. He was a big man with a long white beard and a very deep voice and there were lots of children standing around him. I was afraid and held tightly onto Antoinina. When we came close, the children wanted to hold me, Father Christmas was very gentle and asked if the children could hold me as they wanted their mummies and daddies to take a photograph of them holding me.

Then, the big moment came. I sat on Father Christmas’s lap and he gave me my present. Gilles suggested we take the present up to our apartment and put it at the foot of the little Christmas tree that Antoinina had brought.

I was so excited and whilst Antoinina and Gilles had some snacks, I sat on the veranda and looked at all the very pretty lights outside.

I was so thrilled about my present and wondered if I would be able to sleep, before opening my present next morning.

I asked Antoinina if I could put my blankie and pillow next to the little Christmas tree so I could be near my present. She said that the twinkling lights might keep me awake, but I was too excited to sleep. She mad me promise that I would not open my present before her and Gilles got up in the morning.

It took so long to get to morning, but a last Antoinette and Gilles came through and I was allowed to open my present.

It was my first Christmas present and it made me so happy. My present was a camel – Tabilah is her name. Because Tabilah is a furry like me, we can talk to each other as well.  Tabilah is my very first furry friend. Antoinina showed me how climb up on Tabilah and how to ride her. Isn’t she beautiful?

I love Christmas, don’t you…….

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Theodore Dingelberry

Hello to all you wonderful people out there in the big wide world.

My name is Theodore Dingelberry and I am a travelling companion to my very close friend Antoinette.

Can you believe it? Here I am on my little red rubber dingy (especially made for me – I might just add) in a swimming pool at a very, ritzy hotel on the sea front – where? Wait for it – on holiday in Dubai, Yaaay!!!

Emirates JetI flew all the way over from Africa in this beautiful big silver jet. I sat with Antoinette in the cabin (no being stuffed away in suitcases with other little creatures that were travelling with us).

It was a very long flight, but it did go rather quickly. This was because Antoinette kept me on her lap most of the time. Emirates Cabin CrewThe stewards on the airplane were so caring, checking to see if I was comfortable and did I want anything to eat or drink?

Well, of course I am a little furry Elf and I never do eat or drink, at least food and drink that humans can see. Only I can see what I eat and drink, because I have special eyes. I have lots to eat and drink tucked in my little suitcase that I brought along.

Elf Pillow and BlankieThe stewards checked to see if I wanted a pillow or blankie, but of course their stuff was far too big for a little person like me. Anyway Antoinette explained to them that I always travel with my own pillow and blankie

Humans, I have found, are so kind and loving and particularly here on the plane; they make such a fuss over me, asking questions about where I come from and where am I going to. The children especially; they want to hold and hug me. Some get so excited when they are able to hug me that they nearly squash the breath out of me.

Antoinette is so good about that sort of thing and she watches over me, explaining to the children not to hold me too tight.

Back in Africa, I live in a lovely home with Antoinette, Gillmor, her Fiancé and four beautiful young ladies, their daughters. Then there are Dizzy and Bizzy, the Jack Russell’s’, Slinky, the cat and finally the fishies!

I miss them all, because our home is so full of fun and laughter, but then, I do have Antoinette and Gillmor all to myself; that’s when I’m not being fussed over by other humans as I travel.

Antoinette takes me with her wherever we go and I don’t spend time, all on my own in the hotel room. I know that might sound a little selfish on my part, but I love her so much and for me it’s very special to be in her company. When she does go out on her own or with Gillmor, I am also happy, because they need to spend time together.

Gillmor is a very successful business man who works in Dubai. Antoinette and I are just visiting and very happy to be with him. It’s good for him too, because he is a very long way from the family that he loves and misses. I’m very pleased that I don’t have to be apart from Antoinette like Gillmore is; I’m always with her, sleeping on her pillow at night, sitting atop her computer at the university where she works during the day; then homeward bound to my sisters, dogs, # one cat and fishies, all the while, sitting on the dashboard of Antoinette’s car, watching her drive.

I am going to tell you more as we holiday together in this special place, don’t forget to tune in on Saturday December 30 2017, as I show you pictures of our visits to the malls, museum and many other interesting places in Dubai.

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Goddess Tour to Egypt

An Interview with Michelle Leske – Tour Coordinator

“Michelle Leske, thank you for the opportunity of being able to interview you.

I thoroughly enjoyed my tour of your website; it was filled with loads of facts and thankfully no waffle. With beautiful media, and full descriptions of what one could expect from the tour, I felt like I wanted to make an immediate booking.

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Safari to Seychelles Islands

Some years ago I won an all expenses paid trip to the Seychelles Islands for my wife, myself and our baby daughter, as part of a top salesman award.

Prior to this my only knowledge of the Seychelles was idyllic white beaches, palm trees and blue seas which I had seen in magazines. You know those pictures that you look at and say in a dreamy kind of voice, “Wouldn’t you love to take a trip there”?

I was aware that I had won a prize, but quite what prize, was kept secret by the management of the company for whom I worked.

There were a small group of us in the party that left the airport that day, buzzing with excitement. Apart from the managing director and his wife, none of us had ever been to the Seychelles before.

The excitement continued throughout the five hour flight and heightened as we approached the airport in the town of Victoria, capitol of the island of Mahé, largest island of the Seychelles chain.

There it was, laid out before my very eyes – white beaches and blue, blue sea. So, not all travel brochures were an exaggeration, I thought to myself!

Once we stepped into the outside air exiting our nice cool air-conditioned cabin, it was if we had stepped into a blast furnace! 30 degrees Celsius with humidity at some 70 percent, we were later informed and this was 4 PM in the afternoon.

We had left home in Johannesburg on a cold (10 degrees Celsius) wet morning with chilling winds gusting.

Fortunately our hotel was air-conditioned and in any event it took us all of about one day to settle in to the climate.


There are some one hundred and fifteen islands in the Seychelles, most of them uninhabited. The Portuguese admiral, Vasco Da Gama, discovered these islands in 1502. The first recorded landing was in 1609, by Captain Alexander Sharpeigh of the British East India Company.  The French took control in 1756, the British in 1814 and finally a crown colony was established in 1903.

The predominant language spoken on the islands is Seychellois Creole, then French and finally English.

The facts done, we continue with the Safari.

The Safari:

A day after we arrived, we rented a vintage schooner that had been faithfully restored by its owner, a retired Swedish Naval Captain. He, his two sisters and a dog which had never set foot on land, chartered this large 9-sailed schooner for tours around the islands.

Sailing into the Blue:

We set out from Victoria harbor on a cloudless, windless morning on our three day tour. The sea was smooth and the twin diesel engines throbbed us out of the bay. I was thinking how pleasant this was, until the captain shut the engines down, then he and his older sister began to hoist sail, whilst younger sister took the helm.

My first sailing experience:

I could not come to grips with the scene that next unfolded before me.

The moment the main sail was up, the boat became (to me) a monster, as she slew though the waves at what seemed to be some speed!

Looking over to the one side I saw a massive wave that surely would engulf us, and then what appeared as only seconds later we were on top of the wave and staring down into a watery precipice below.

I was overcome with a flood of nausea – sea sickness, my very first experience of the dreaded disease! I buckled at the knees, and gripping onto the side rails, began making some strange sounds toward the sea below. All the while, my little daughter, happily sat on her blankie in the center of the deck stared at my antics in obvious disbelief at her father’s strange behavior.


It took me a full day to recover and eventually gain my sea legs, before I could really enjoy the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen in my life, We anchored off a most splendid white sand beach and scuba-dived in the calm, warm blue sea, witnessing some the most magnificent marine life, that swam around us, seemingly unperturbed by our presence.

Island Adventure and Folklore:

We visited Praslin, the next biggest island after Mahé, where we saw the most inconceivable species of wild birds in the Vallée de Mai, but most interesting of all was the discovery of the coco de mer fruit. A large coconut styled outer shell, that has a gel like substance inside, when cracked open. The fruit grows only on Praslin, with tiny amounts on two other islands. The locals cut the outer shells and shape them into baskets. They also do a little carving on the one side so that at first glance, if held upright, it bears resemblance to naked female buttocks. 

Folklore has it (according to a guide that took us through the forest, where the coco de mer grow) that late at night, once a year, a stamen like fruit, up to a meter in length and bearing resemblance to the male organ, comes across to penetrate the coco de mer and fertilize it, for reproduction. The ‘reproduction’ process takes up to 9 years to bear fruit.

We saw headstones with inscriptions that dated them to the late 1700’s with French names, obviously placed there during the French occupation of the island.

Exotic Beaches, Extraordinary Creatures:

We paid a visit to the next biggest island, La Digue and saw many interesting sites. Firstly, so many beautiful beaches, giant turtles, tortoises, some up to 100 years old!

Returning to Mahé we passed a small privately owned island which had a huge colonial styled stately home on it, that could easily have been a prop for ‘Gone with the Wind’ .

All in all, if I spent a year in the Seychelles, it would not be enough to take in all the beautiful and fascinating places.

There was so much more that we enjoyed, apart from the sightseeing; water ski-ing, game fishing. Hotel was beautiful and clean, good décor. Food was exotic and tasty, night life interesting.

As a holiday destination, it gets five stars from me.

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The Layde Scarlett

The Layde Scarlett – A poem by Sir Peter James dotcom

Scarlet, fairest of all maidens, that I perchance have set eyes upon. Within whose breasts beats a heart of care and tenderness

Whose warm eyes have called out the cold sorrow from within my heart, to an embrace so inviting, that my fears were pulled from the flames of anger burning within me. Fears who knew their berthing in my innermost, since I were in my mother’s womb. Drawing my heart to a place of calm waters and shady trees. Where my soul was stilled and my heart filled with peace and joy; a place where sorrows’ no longer reign.

Your knight awaits you My Layde

My Layde Scarlett took me by my hand, her hand so soft and gentle. She led me, with steps that were light as a feather, as if we were walking across the petal of a flower. Can it be that a soul so light of step, so tender of hand could lead me with such rule of intention, as if she purposed it, before time had begun? Yet it were done, as in a dream, so slow, so yielding, that we walked upon a cloud.

Your knight awaits you My Layde.

Scarlett, The Layde; woman of courage and integrity; who overcomes her fear with boldness and strength of a goddess; would you always be here, leading me with your hand, so faint and fair, to a place, that only you know where?

Does My Layde, truly know where? Will she take me to dreams hidden; places yet unfound, or will she lead me at her pleasure, to where ‘ere she will’?

Your knight awaits you My Layde.

Where My Lady Scarlett leads me to, I care not, for my joy is boundless and my heart is light and whilst my step is as upon the soft grass of the meadow, it is as if I were, very sure of where she would guide me.

Gentle art thou, Lady Scarlett and thy bosom is warm and comforting even as the rhythm of thy heartbeat, drawing me close to you. The rise and fall of your breasts, My Layde dost lift me to horizons beyond my belief.

Your knight awaits you My Layde.

Sir Peter James, a bold knight of old, awoke amongst his dreams fair and gazed at the morning star above.

The star beckoned to him, ‘Come Sir, there is a fair maiden who pines for thee …she has gazed at me for many a while, and called, “Sir, where art thou?”

I saith, “My Layde, be patient, for your knight has heard your cry and yearns to lay his head upon your bosom

His heart yearns to be betrothed to the maiden of his dreams, yet the journey is long, the battles many and dragons fierce.

Be still My Layde, for your knight cometh.

Your knight has turned from the battles and comes to seek you. He is a knight, Cœur de Lyon, yea, lions too must have their rest. His rest shall be upon your bosom, My Layde. His comfort and joy be there. You, my Layde shall bear his offspring and these shall suckle at your breasts, your heart will be comforted, your womanhood complete.

Be still My Layde, for your knight cometh.

His maiden came to dwell in his dreams as the fragrance of a rose that cometh upon a midsummer night’s breeze. She cometh to his dreams as would an angel, a healer to his weary soul; she spake soft words ministering to the cry of his lonely heart. Her faint hands doth caress his face, bringing a healing balm to his battled scarred person,

The lion slept on, willing that the dream should never end.

Be still my Layde, for your knight cometh.

In the early morn, he riseth and mounted his faithful charger, a stead whom carrieth him faithfully through many hellish places. As in his dreams, his thoughts were upon his maiden, waiting for her knight.

Then, upon the rise of a hill his eyes doth see, set before him, the castle Albertinshire, shimmering in the early morning sun beams.

Upon this glorious sight he saith to his steed, “Faithful friend, we are home. Within those walls walks the maiden of my dreams. Soon I will hold her in my arms and make known to her sweet person, that her knight hath come and no more will leave her side to fight battles”.

Behold My Layde, your knight hath come.

The Layde Scarlett welcomed her knight, Sir Peter James, October 20 2015



Illusions – The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah

The glorious best Seller by Richard Bach.

-Book Review-

What are you?

  • If you a dreamer who believes their dreams are coming true at any moment.
  • If you have smelled the dew drenched open fields of corn and hay in the early morning.
  • If you enjoy lying on your back, looking up at a gazillion twinkling stars in the country sky at night.
  • If you desire to walk on water, or swim across a ploughed field.

Then you qualify to read this book.

Illusions – The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah - Illusions - A book in a million
Illusions – A book in a million


The lives of two men meet in what almost seems like a very casual circumstance; yet if you believe in synchronicity and that nothing in our lives is an accident, you will agree that their meeting was divinely arranged.

Neither man has anything planned for his life bar the next meal, a field in which to land their vintage bi-planes and finally some curious people, wondering if they should take a $3 ten minute ride in these fragile craft.

After their initial meeting and because of their spiritual banter they are satisfied to spend their time together. Their days and nights are wiled away flying the countryside, finding suitable fields in which to land and earning their daily bread by taking people up on $3 flips. At night they have their meal of the day at a local diner in a nearby village, if the day’s earnings were good but if not, then they ate beans from a heated can. After which, snuggled up in their sleeping bags under the airplane wings, took their well earned rest.

When they weren’t flying there was ongoing instruction from the reluctant messiah to his new found, equally reluctant disciple. Their spiritual interactions are mostly very humorous, although underlying the humour the reader detects questions in the mind like, “Is this really possible, would I be able to do this? The chapters are full of philosophical sayings to help this thinking along.

After the reluctant messiah is interviewed on a radio broadcast in one of their stop-over towns, all the hell breaks loose and the townspeople vent their fury on the pair, who run for their lives.

From this point, the messiah and his companion disciple part their ways in a very unexpected and shocking manner.

The Actors

The plot is uncomplicated and that is aided by the fact that there are only two characters on the stage.

Donald Shimoda, aka, the reluctant messiah and his equally reluctant disciple, who is nameless. One has however, the safety net of believing that although nameless, he is in fact the author, undercover.

The Stage Setting

Indiana, Midwest USA, and the author describes it best, “….out into the green-meadow seas of Midwest America…”

Final Thoughts

The book is bursting with wise sayings, all of which appear to originate from the author’s treasure chest. How about this: “You are never given a wish, without being given the power to make it come true. You may have to work for it though”.  Or this, Every person, all the events of your life are there because you have drawn them there. What you choose to do with them is up to you”.

‘Illusions’ is a short, simple, easy-to-read, humorous, sometime warm and deeply thought provoking story.

Have a copy delivered to your front door.

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