Ladybird and the stamp fiasco

First trip to South Africa! - to Ladybird for their farmer's market and for CY's haircut!  Oh...what an unexpected adventure!

Today we followed another car of expats to Ladybird, South Africa because CY was getting a haircut from special asian-hair-cutting people in Ladybird that are non-existent in Lesotho - well, in addition to checking out their farmer's market, meet with other expat friends to eat at Living Water, and check out a Chinese store. 

However, when we got to Ladybird, which might have been 30 min from the Lesotho-South Africa border, CY realized we only got one stamp, not the two stamps required.  And these immigration/border stamps were so important, that we called someone at the COE to tell us what to do, and they said not to try to cross back to Lesotho or we'll get arrested.  So apparently, when you reach the border and exit Lesotho to the no-man's land, you have to get an exit stamp. Then when you cross from no-man's-land to South Africa, you have to get an entrance stamp.  But we totally missed the entrance stamp because for both, you have to park your car, physically come out, line up, and get a stamp. So one of the influential/head bosses at the clinic had to drive to the clinic, meet us, and explain to the police men what was going on, so we could get our SA-entrance stamp.  Although we had made it in time for CY's haircut appointment, by the end of this stamp fiasco, the haircut salon had closed, so we just had time to go to Living Water.

The Living Water farmer's market, really was more like a one-room selling fair.  It had some cool stuff, but I wouldn't really call it a farmer's market. But the restaurant itself was really cool.  When you go in, it feels just like someone's home. And the food was delicious!  I had their long-cooked chicken pot pie (yup! worth the wait!).  

Quiche, milk tarts, and apple tarts at the Living Water "farmer's market"

Living Water restaurant - love the ambiance!

Chicken pot pie, onion marmalade, and salade

Afterwards, not sure if it's because it was because it was a Friday night, but crossing the border required another hour-long wait in line, and then maybe another hour to get all those stamps.  What a pain!  Man, probably gonna be a while before we try to cross the border again.