It's held near the town center on the edge of the residential area
Granddads, fathers, mothers, children all enjoying the build up to the race
Joel and Grant in a serious discussion about the soapboxes
Baby Liam, now three months old, relaxing on the grass
Above is our granddaughter, Abby (three years old) and her two-year-old friend, Luke. This little boy lives opposite Angus and Amanda. The maids often stand and chat on Amanda's lawn or in Luke's mom's garden, while the children play together. The little ones only speak Sesotho to each other and call each other by the names given to them by their nannies; Luke is Shweshe and Abby is Mponyana.
The start of the race was at the top of the street
B&G Slaghuis/Butchery was one of the hot favorites
Outside the local restaurant: Amanda, Angus, Abby (on her dad's lap), Joel, moi and Rina
We couldn't tell you who was winning, but we sure had fun!
One of the highlights of the Soapbox Derby is the Cow Manure Competition. For a ZAR50/US$5 ticket, you stood a chance of winning ZAR10,000/US$1000. Your ticket (along with all the others) is placed in an empty field near where the derby takes place; a cow, brought in from the farm is lead onto the field. If the cow poohed on your ticket, you won the prize.
The cow who could earn you a big cash prize
We bought one ticket. As we came home early in the afternoon, and the draw took place at the street party (which went on until midnight) we heard afterwards that the DJ had won the money.
On Sunday Grant invited Angus and Amanda and children to come over and have a BBQ. Angus popped down to the cafe to buy sodas. He used Grant's bike and of course the children wanted to go along too!
Angus and the children
I'm linking my post to Our World Tuesday here