10 September 2019

Where did the water on Earth come from?

This is an e-mail I sent to a science professor, who has similar interests to mine.

Hello professor, you don't know me but I read one of your articles with regard to the atmospheric density and the unexplained evidence of liquid water on the planet in early rock formations. I have a hypothesis that may or may not be of interest to you but I would really appreciate some feedback from someone who wouldn't dismiss it out of hand and has far more knowledge and understanding than do I.

Is it possible that the water we see on the planet right now was earlier suspended above the current atmosphere in the form of a thick cloud or sphere of water vapor which eventually condensed to such an extent that it was forced to rain down on the Earth in the form of liquid water?
What got me thinking about this rather bizarre thought was firstly the account of the formation of the Earth in the book of Genesis where it is written that the Lord separated the water above the atmosphere from the water below. (Genesis 6- 8). I'm afraid you will have to read the first part of the Bible to get a reference. The second thing that got me thinking along these lines was the book of Enoch. Verse 65.1 where it is written;  And in those days, Noah saw the Earth had tilted and that it's
destruction was near.

Now I know that quoting scriptures to a science professor isn't exactly cool but there are some instances where this would be acceptable. The book of Enoch was apparently written in about 200 BC according to some scholars but the date of these writings is in no way certain. This book was also not included in the Bible but was actively banned and suppressed for almost 2000 years. It makes fascinating reading.

Later in this book, in the book of parables verses 57.1  
And it came to pass, after this, that I saw another host of chariots with
men riding on them, and they came upon the wind from the east and from
the west, to the south.
57.2 And the sound of the noise of their chariots was heard.

Now in those days asteroids or comets entering the atmosphere were thought of as chariots. Earlier on in this parable he mentions mountains and hills flowing like water which is what I would imagine would occur should the Earth be struck by  a comet or multiple asteroids. 
Something else that also got me thinking about this theory is the unexplained size of Dinosaurs. According to everything I've read about their huge size they could not survive today's gravity. 
So if the world mass in those times was less, due to the lack of our giant ocean water mass, is it possible that the dinosaurs didn't have to cope with as much gravity? Was the mass of the water above the atmosphere also pulling these creatures upward and therefore allowing them to increase in size?
The chariots mentioned earlier could have been the catalyst for the destruction of this sphere of water which then had nowhere to go but onto the planet. This theory would also account for the greenhouse effect that allowed life to begin on earth. 
As a professor you probably don't have time to even think about this simple theory from some obscure individual in South Africa but maybe you could present it to your students and get their thoughts. 
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. Any thoughts you may have on this theory would be greatly appreciated.
With thanks, Geoffrey Maritz in Johannesburg South Africa. 

Whether I get a reply remains to be seen but what do you think?

Blessings from Geoff in a rather chaotic South Africa.

7 September 2019

Africa today.

South Africa is once again in turmoil. Xenophobic violence, fathers hanging their children, nursing sisters forcing victims to eat dog feces, women going on the rampage and so on and so on. When is Africa going to wake up and understand that when you murder, steal, lie and break all of God's laws He will not come to your aid?
Africa wake up. Your leaders, who should be looking after you sheep are liars. You do not ensure that the truth comes out all the time. You  sell your forest and the best of your resources overseas without taking into account that the nations you are selling to don't care about you, your sheep nor the country you are supposed to be shepherding. They really don't care whether or not your sheep are starving and famine lays hard on the land. WAKE UP.
Those sheep who are being abused will stand up and cut you in pieces eventually.
It is time for the African people to choose wise and God fearing leaders, those who do not bow down before so called church holy men and bankers but instead look for the very best they can do for you the real citizens.
God isn't looking for murderers nor thieves nor profligate people but for those who really love him with all their hearts.
My prayer for Africa is this;
Bless you Almighty God maker of Heaven and Earth and all that is in it, I lift my humble and heartfelt prayer to You. Father in Heaven I humbly request that you finally lift the curse that seems to be on this poor continent and bring all together in one voice so that we may become righteous, honest and wise in Your eyes and so be blessed by You.

20 June 2019

Geoff's crazy days and what it meant to him when he had a heart attack.

So here we are with the A to Z challenge over and normal life begins again. But what should I write about this time?
One of the principle reasons I joined the A to Z challenge this year was to get back into writing again. Over the past four years or so I've been living in Johannesburg which is 1000 miles/1500 KM from Cape Town and about as different from Cape Town life style as one could possibly expect. People here live to work while the people of the Cape Town community work to live. There is a distinct difference.
In God's word there is a scripture where the Lord warns the Israelites not to go to Egypt and to not rely on the protection of Pharaoh, "He will disappoint you." Before I moved to Johannesburg I got the same warning, but as can be expected, didn't listen. Now I'm having to deal with the consequences of that decision.
For years now I've struggled with what has happened and why. The other day I was sitting outside and looking at my new home from the perspective of one who has been given a home and this is what popped into my mind.

My old Melkbosstrand home.
While still living on the farm, I lived in this tiny little 2 bedroom cottage. There were some things that I felt would have improved the cottage like tiles on the floor or one bedroom slightly bigger than the other offering a master bedroom with a spare bedroom for visitors. Kitchen cupboards more logically arranged and so on and so on.
Today I live in a cottage in Johannesburg that is so similar to my Melkbos home that it has caused me to wonder whether this was in fact God's will after all and not just me being stupid.
All the little adjustments I wanted to do to my home like the floor, the bedroom sizes, the properly functioning and laid out kitchen and just about all the changes I wanted have been incorporated into this cottage. Even the type of floor tiles I had wanted for  the Melkbos cottage. Terracotta tiles on the floor, one bedroom bigger by a sufficient degree to enable me to fit my bedroom suite into the room and so on. I'll take some pictures and post them here soon.

I was sitting there looking at the cottage and all these things seemed to coalesce in my brain. It was like God turning to me and asking what wasn't right with what had happened.
When I moved up here things seemed to be great and then after a while started to go belly up. My duck, Where-where was killed by my sister's dogs within less than an hour after putting it into it's own enclosure, the dogs got in and killed it, I was livid, to say the least. Anyway, one thing after the other started going wrong and my animals died, I became very despondent and started believing God had abandoned me to my fate. It was very disheartening. But I did keep on hoping and calling on Jeshua, whom the church calls Jesus the son of God.

I had a heart attack last week which Was like having an unexplainable pain in my chest. It didn't start slowly but came on over a very brief moment but then lasted for hours. The pain I felt was like having severe indigestion but in your middle chest this pain differs from indigestion pain by not subsiding and being unreachable in any way. I knew I was having a severe heart attack when things kept on going and the pain became rather severe. I lay on my bed and knew that the one person I had to let know what was happening was my daughter. I sent her a text to let her know that this was going on and that I loved her. For me that took an enormous effort and, after notifying my daughter, I lay back and nervously waited for whatever was going to happen all the while praying to Jeshua and God to help me get through this. I somehow didn't think I was about to die and then my daughter arrived and rushed me off to hospital. Fortunately I  had the foresight to take a bucket in the car with me.
By this time I had become confused and lost in  every thing that was going on, I knew I was on my way to hospital but, other than that, I had no idea what was happening. Fortunately my daughter was able to step in and get things sorted out while I was being wheeled into the operating theater.

When I arrived I had come directly from my own bed, via a short road trip to the hospital, straight onto the operating table. I had no idea what was going on. On top of this I received Morphine shortly after arriving, now I wasn't only completely freaked out by everything that was happening to me but I was high too which seemed to accentuate everything going on. This was the absolutely first time in my life that I've been exposed to opiates and to tell the truth I really did not like what it did to me, I became very paranoid and aggressive. I'm sorry about that, please forgive me. 

There is another operation to be carried out in about three weeks time to take care of two other blockages that are apparently 40% blocked but also softer. We'll see what happens.



I went in to get those blockages sorted out on Wednesday. The surgery took, I would imagine, about an hour or so, but to tell the truth I have no idea how long it took.
During the procedure I had to lay on my back with my arms stretched out beyond my head and to keep still while they were at it.
The operating room had in it a rather advanced computer operated ex-ray type machine, I have no idea what is used to generate the images right down to macro scale where you can see the insides if tiny arteries that carry blood to the muscles that actually do all the pumping. fascinating to see but not recommended unless absolutely necessary, it's not a very comfortable experience at all.
From a patient's perspective I think this is what happened to me. I was placed on a moving table that goes back and forward in the direction of your body also a bank of computer monitors on an arm that the doctors move to suit their needs, 4 in my case, was brought down into a position on my left side facing the two doctors who were on my right side about centerish.
I was covered with various sheets and those green things you see surgeons using in the movies. Then came the difficult part, the insertion of the sheath through which the doctors would be operating another painful but manageable event. It's more like a needle that is a bit thicker than their wire that was their actual tool but I never saw one so can't say for sure. This wire , as far as I could tell, was not only very maneuverable but would also be used in other functions. To tell the truth I had no need of information while in the operating theater, I was more concerned about more pressing things like staying still for what seemed like an hour or so while my arms were beginning to get rather cold. A very nice theater sister came to my rescue and wrapped plastic bags around my arms which helped a lot. Thank you sister, you got me through  that, bless you. 
On another arm is a magnetic/ex-ray generator type thing that gives the doctors the ability to look at your heart from the best perspective in order to guide what they are going to be working with. In my case it seemed to me that the best viewpoint of the work that needed to be carried out was somewhere right up against the left shoulder and pressed down but not too hard. Every thing sprayed white except the monitors. There were a few other instruments on another arm system but, in my case, they didn't use those much. Everything seemed to be done by the surgeons except moving the instruments other than the monitors, these were on a very smooth and manageable arm of their own. The surgeons would direct someone in another room with a window where they wanted the instruments placed and later, these same people would have control of what dies were needed and how much to administer, the control of the stent was also in the hands of those behind the scenes.
Once the sheath was inserted they inserted what I think they call either wires or catheters. I didn't feel anything until they started inserting dies and other chemicals into the arteries, which are very small. I'm not sure what they were using but it certainly made my heart burn like crazy.
I'm not one who can sit or lie still for very long, I suffer from Sciatica in both legs as well as lower back injuries and by the time the surgery was near completion I was in agony and longing for the procedure to be over, and then it was.
I was taken to the ICU ward where I would wait for them to make sure everything was okay.
When in the ICU unit I was to lie on my back without moving for twelve hours. Fortunately, since my last experience of angioplasty I had learned how to lie on my back and remain fairly still, basically by using a sort of shivering action in my buttocks and legs, basically exercising the muscles in these areas so as to stop them getting cramps. This time around things were different, I knew what was going on, I wasn't on any opioid pain killers I also kind of knew what to expect. It was a much more endurable and pleasant experience.
Last time, when they came to remove the sheath it was very painful when the sisters pressed on the entry wound so as to prevent internal bleeding but this time, the same sister who removed the sheath last time was a lot more gentle, for which I'm eternally grateful. The sheathe can only come out twelve hours after the completion of the surgery so an overnight stay is definite. If everything is okay, once the sheath has been removed, the patient can be discharged, it's that simple but as can be imagined, not really all that pleasant.
This stay in hospital was a bit of a pleasure to me in that I met some very interesting people, lots of long chats, mostly listening to what they were saying, but quite pleasant, I even got to pray for a Jewish chap in the name of Jeshua. Who can say whether these heart attack visits to the hospital weren't in fact God who was sending me there?

 I have to go back in August for yet another heart surgery event, that sounds worse than I personally perceive it to be because Angioplasty is non-invasive, unlike open heart surgery, and I am usually discharged after three days. I've spent the last month recuperating from my previous heart surgery and now I'll need to calm down and take things a lot more patiently fore 4 odd weeks or until I'm okay. That should take a couple of weeks and I'll have some time where I can do the smaller jobs I have to take care of, like completing the scale model of the pyramid of Cheops I started years ago and that's cool. Thank you Lord.
In ending this post I want to say that my family pulled together and not only supported me but for the first time in a long time demonstrated just what I mean to them as a family member, it has been heart warming and very encouraging, thanks.

6 May 2019

A to Z 2019 reflections post.

Chickens drinking. Melkbosstrand South Africa.
To everyone who entered this challenge, well done for at least giving it  a try. For everyone who completed the challenge, well done to you, not everyone who signs up has the time or inclination to carry it through, sometimes it's out of our control and time just gets away from us. So well done.
This year I decided to write about the continent on which I have lived my whole life, Africa. There is so much to write about with regards to Africa that it can become a bit daunting so writing about a specific aspect of the whole plethora of subject matter makes sense. I. once again wrote about things not connected to politics, this is after all the twenty first century and we are now very interconnected socially and writing can be dangerous especially if what you are writing about can be taken as offensive or politically motivated.



Welcome to the farm little one.

Things I did to help me get through these 26 posts on time was to start writing in March and scheduling their publication for the relevant dates. This was something I learned many years ago, following advice of one of the challenge administrators, probably Lee from Tossing it out. This meant having enough time during the month of April to visit other participant's posts and replying to comments. It worked very well and by the beginning of April I had already written 75% of the required posts. The other 25% were written during April but by then the stress had abated.
I went with short readable posts but, having read so many other blog posts, I got the impression I should probably have written posts with a bit more detail. Anyway here we are on the final post for this challenge.
Life on my farm. Melkbosstrand South Africa.

Things I noticed was how this challenge seemed to turn into a travel blog, this was not intentional.
My main reason for joining the challenge was to get back into writing, it seems to have worked but the way I used to write still has to come back. In other words, writing about my life and my walk with Jesus and what has happened since I first started believing. So from Now on, this year, I'll go back to the way I used to write, much better.
The amount of research I had to do for this challenge was quite excessive, and from now on the research will come from my own stories with a lot less internet research.
My advice to writers, start writing blog posts as early as possible and schedule their publication. Add pictures to your story where relevant and try to keep the post relatively short, make it easy for your visitors. Don't be offensive and remember that your readers come from a completely different culture, so be sensitive.
Bed time for the roost. Melkbosstrand South Africa.

Anyway. I would like to thank the challenge administrators for their efforts and to also thank everyone who visited my blog, whether they left comments or not.
Blessings in the name of Jesus, from Geoff in Africa.

30 April 2019

Zambezi. Africa's fourth largest river.

Sunset on the Zambezi  and this challenge.

Hello everybody, welcome to my final blog post for this particular challenge. There is still a reflections post to come but for now, that's it.
"Z", What in Africa begins with the letter Z? Well there is the Zebra, there is also Zambia the country or Zimbabwe or the Zambezi river or maybe Zaire. Africa likes the letter "Z" for some strange reason, oh well.
I'm going to write about one of my favourite things in Africa, The Zambezi River which forms the boundary between Zambia and Zimbabwe. Wow, three "Z"s in one foul swoop, cool. It also forms the boundary between Botswana and Zambia, Namibia and Zambia and flows through Angola and Mozambique. The source of this very special river is in North Western Zambia.
Lake Kariba.

This African river is not the longest river in Africa but there are a few things that make it unique, it's actually the fourth longest river. It is the longest river that flows from west to east and has the greatest discharges into the Indian Ocean from Africa. It has two major dams along it's rout, the Kariba Dam and The Cahora Bassa Dam, both man built for the hydroelectric power provided to South Africa, Mozambique, Zimbabwe and Zambia. Four countries from these two dams.
This river also passes through large national parks and game reserves and in so doing provides a safe haven for a vast array of different animal species. Elephants, Rhinos, Water buck,Hippos and Crocks, not to mention the Lions, Hyenas and Leopards.
Most of these animals can be seen from a river cruise keeping in mind of course that this river is very long, nearly 1690 miles, or 2700 kilometers in my language. Don't forget about the rapids along the way. Victoria falls is on this river with a flow rate of nearly 13 million liters flowing over this barrier per second, in April that is, but diminishing considerably by October when  you can see more of the actual rock face and gorge the water plummets into. The rainy period tends to shroud the whole area in mist simply because of the volume of water. This may only be Africa's fourth biggest river but, let me tell you, it is still a very big river. At places this river is more than forty kilometers wide.
Fishing? As in my earlier post Vundu abound on this river as do Tiger fish, a must for the sporting fisherman who is up for a serious challenge. There are hundreds of different species of fish that live in this river system so who knows what you could land up catching.
White water rafting here is a big Tourist attraction. They apparently are rated between 3 and 5, 5 being the most hectic worldwide. Since I've never been white water rafting, I have no idea what that means, but I can guess.
This is one river I've actually fished and visited twice in my life, once to Kariba dam and the other to Victoria falls, which my Dad and little sister almost fell over. My dad slipped while crossing the Knife Edge bridge on the Zambian side., gave the rest of us a huge "SKRIK" ,Afrikaans for fright.
If I were to go back there I would probably head for the Zambian side, it's the side I already know.
Well that's the end of this challenge for now. Thank you Lee and all those who have participated in this challenge, it's been informative and fun.
Blessings from Geoff in Johannesburg South Africa. 

29 April 2019

Yzerfontein.

Just a little town with only 1200 residents.
Yzerfontein is a small coastal town on the west coast of South Africa only 90 kilometers north of Cape Town. Winter here brings rain that comes in off the Atlantic ocean dumping huge amounts of fresh rain. There are times when that rain isn't really all that much but year by year the Western Cape receive their rain from this area of the continent. Yzerfontein would be right on the forefront of this winter rain. What this means is that salt carried by the wind is diluted with fresh water, i.e. not too bad as far as rust is concerned. On the east coast things are a little different. In summer the wind comes from the other direction and since the South Easterly doesn't bring rain you can just imagine how much salt there is in the air. Fortunately by the time the South Easterly reaches Yzerfontein, after having crossed the peninsular, all the salt has been dumped. Personally speaking this is the main reason I prefer the West coast where the rust isn't nearly as bad as on the East Coast.

Vegetation in this area is of the scrub, or feinbos, variety, lots of different hardy shrubs with grasses and other low vegetation in between. From my own experience, most of the animal life are birds and reptiles like tortoises but big game used to roam here. Today the West Coast National Park, which borders Yzerfontein, provides a safe habitat for some of the buck species as well as Zebras.
It's not a big town but would, I presume, be a nice neighborhood for people who work in Langebaan or Saldhana bay just a few kilometers away. This pretty little town would make a fantastic place to have a little beach getaway.
I didn't live here but I did live in the area for about 12 years or so in Melkbosstrand, another little town on the west coast about 30 odd kilometers closer to Cape Town. The people in these areas have been, in my experience, really nice people with the odd bad apple as can be expected but generally they are nice people.

27 April 2019

Xerus, otherwise known as Cape Ground Squirrel.

These strange little creatures, the Xerus or Cape Squirrel are only found in Africa. They belong to the family of squirrels known as Xerinae , there are four different subgenus', all only found in Africa. They are similar to the North American Prairie dog in looks and habits but they are not the same species as the Prairie dog  population of America. They are rodents and have two incisor teeth that grow all their lives allowing these funny little squirrels to gnaw on just about anything without wearing their teeth down. They also live in burrows and tunnels that they dig in dry ground, sometimes with more than 10 squirrels living in one group.
They mostly eat things like grass seeds and fruits but they are not picky eaters and their diet can include bird eggs, insects and small mammals, amongst other food types. They also tend to prefer open savannas and rocky ground but they can be found in all sorts of very diverse habitats.
On the farm where I was living just outside Cape Town there were a few groups that set up home but because I was not farming crops, which these little blighters can devastate, These squirrels weren't a problem. The farm is probably not going to be developed, well not for now that is, so they should be safe for a while. They are not on the endangered species list as they seem to have a stable population.
So there, now you know a little about Xerus, my offering for African posts starting with that crossed up letter "X".
Blessings to you from Geoff in Johannesburg South Africa, Geoff.
         

26 April 2019

Wild Ox, or in Afrikaans, Wildebeest.

One of the Wildebeest we saw while visiting Klaserie.
Wow this post has taken such a long time for me to get my head around. I got as far as "V" early in April but when I googled images of Vultures, which I was going to write about, the images that came up disgusted and revolted me to such an extent that it took me a few days to get over those images. Don't Google Vulture images, you will be traumatized.
On to the letter"W."
Wildebeest? What is a Wildebeest?
Well a wildebeest is a rather large buck, actually the English name is "Gnu. It's not as big as the African Buffalo, nor as aggressive. The wildebeest is gregarious and loves the company of other animals such as Zebras and Springboks. Generally these animals do keep away from Humans to the best of their ability. Those horns can gore you with the utmost of ease so don't take these creatures lightly, They may be less aggressive than the Buffalo but that doesn't make them tame or friendly, just take a look at those horns, which can take down a fully grown lion, before you goo too close.
During the great migration of these beasts more than one and a half million of these animals take part in a 800 kilometer round trip walk in the Tanzanian and Kenyan game reserve area, the oldest in the world, The great Serengeti nature reserve in Kenya and the Ngorongoro nature reserve in Tanzania.
During the summer migration up to 250 000 Wildebeest die as do about 30 000 zebra, mostly from predator attacks but also from exhaustion and dehydration, the cycle of life. This is also the calving period for these beasts and up to 8000 a day are born.
This image gives some idea of how spectacular the Wildebeest Migration really is.

Essentially, Wildebeest are "Ruminants" similar to cattle and sheep, but they are wild.
Here in South Africa we have what is known as the Kruger National Park and this is where the majority of "Black Wildebeest,"who don't migrate the same way "Blue Wildebeest" do. They used to inhabit the plains of South Africa in huge herds but have been wiped out by fences and farming practices. Very sad but they are not considered endangered and some of them have been trans-located to the Serengeti fairly recently.
Just to put things in perspective as to who is writing this post; I'm Geoff, not anyone of importance, who believes in God and his Messiah Jeshua, or as known in the west, Jesus. God made  these animals so perfectly, as He has done with everything else, that they have survived a flood of Biblical proportions, survived extreme depredation for eons and will probably still be around long after the demise of our species. As for the ability to write this, or any other, blog post, it all comes from God.
So there you have it, the letter "W" presented to you by Geoff Maritz in South Africa with blessings attached. Geoff.


25 April 2019

Vundu.

Vundu. Image Source.

The Vundu is the largest true freshwater fish in Southern Africa. They grow to about a meter and a half or so and attain a weight of about 100 to 120  pounds. They are nocturnal fish spending their nights searching for food like crustaceans and small things when still small but do eat bigger prey when they get bigger such as carcasses on the river banks and small buck.
Spots fishermen from all over the world come to Africa to catch and release this rather exciting Catfish. They aren't usually eaten as they taste rather muddy. I used to take the veins out from either side of the dorsal fin before cleaning and cooking. In 1975 there was a dam in Pietersburg in the northern part of South Africa where these fish live. The dam wall had been broken through but when the water drained there was a small little puddle left in the middle where these fish accumulated in incredible numbers. The wall had been broken years earlier but, like everything in Africa, that's as far as it got.
Happy fishermen. Image Source.

A friend of mine and I would go fishing in this dam in the evenings, it was fun. The numbers of these fish in this puddle was so great that, when casting a baited line into the water, it would yield a fish on the line within 2 minutes, no time to put the rod down. If you did put your rod down, for some reason or other, you were destined for a swim to retrieve it. We were two broke "Okies" working at their first job in a city way way to the north of where we grew up, so these fish became our source of dinner. I don't really feel guilty about catching these fish because I think we were doing them a favour by removing them from a very hungry place.
The best place to catch these fish would be lake Kariba on the border between Zambia and Zimbabwe, I would go to the Zambian side, it's probably safer there and I've been there before.
Blessings from Geoff in South Africa.

24 April 2019

Underground in South Africa.

South African Rock Art. Image Source.

The Drakensberg mountains that run down the south eastern side of the African continent are home to some of the most spectacular caves in Africa. San cave paintings are found here in abundance.
Of course These cave paintings are generally found deep within caves where they have remained protected from the elements for who knows how long. Dating these paintings has proven to be difficult but they are estimated to have been produced a couple of thousand years ago, but that's not all that can be found underground here. There be gold and diamonds here. South Africa has been extensively mined for gold and uranium since before the first world war.
The Cango Caves near Oudshoorn in the Cape. Image Source.
We have caves here, lots of them. The most spectacular would be the Cango Caves and probably the best known as well. I've never been to the Cango caves but I have gone into the Sterkfontein caves and the Sudwala caves near Nelspruit in the eastern part of the country. These are where it was believed that President Paul Kruger hid his gold bullion know as the Kruger Millions, gold Bullion that disappeared during the Boer War in about 1900. No they haven't found it.
The passage that nearly undid my friend.

About 18 months ago or so, my friend Wynand and I visited the Sterkfontein caves on the doorstep of Johannesburg, also known as The Cradle of Mankind. Wynand is bigger than me, a lot bigger and some of the passages we had to crawl through gave him a bit of stress. But he got through it in the end. He also suffers from claustrophobia, something I can in no way relate to.
The Sterkfontein caves have quite a history where skeletons more than a couple of million years old were found, Mrs Ples and Little foot, estimated to be more than three million years old. Both of these skeletons were Australopithecus specimens. and in later years we have the story of the cave diver who got lost in the caves and died just hours before he was found some three weeks later.
I don't really know what sorts of life inhabit caves. I know bats do and certain microbes, also the caves were mined for bat guano which was used as fertilizer.
All in all, Wynand and I had a spiffing time even though we arrived just as the last tour was about to leave.
For all you Spelunkers out there, Africa has some wild adventures for you should you visit our continent.
Blessings in the name of Jesus to all of you. May He keep you safe on your adventures wherever they may be, Geoff.