We went to the medical facility but everywhere we went was locked up so we rang the bell and waited to be let in. The black nurses there were very nice and walked back to our "flat" with us but guess what! Their key did not work either. Surprise! Surprise Not! We tried everything we could think off short of ramming down the door.
We went back to the medical facility and called the manage. We told him our problem and he told us to go get the key from the medical office which we had already done. Then to our surprise he told us that if we could not get in with the key then he would not be able to get in with the key either. We kind of thought he might try to help us get in but he just said we should call a locksmith.
Calling a locksmith turned out to be more of an ordeal that we ever imagined. The sweet nurses were trying to help us but it was a bit like the blind leading the blind with a communication problem thrown in. Communicating with the nurses was a bit tricky but we finally got connected to locksmith who we could hardly understand or who could hardly understand us. We finally figured out that he could come help us but that we must have 750 rands cash which is about $75.00. We did not have that much cash on hand so we went back to the apartment a bit discouraged and not knowing what to do but perhaps find a motel to stay at.
On our way back I decided to check to see if the back metal bar gate on the back door just might be open. I knew the back door was unlocked. Sure enough when Elder Edington had dumped the trash and had left the back metal door open, which was a rare thing even for him. Thank heaven for tender mercies.The only obstacle left was the five foot, padlocked metal gate that lets us in the little patio area. It might not look like much but it was late at night and we are old.