Friday, July 23, 2010

Final post, i think





Drinking rooibos tea, reminiscing about my trip to southern Africa quickly fading into the past.  I came home to find 2400 pictures that Mike and I had taken.  I reduced that to 1025, then to 850.  Of those, plus minus 260 are available for viewing on my Facebook page.  If you would like to see these but do not have a Facebook account, give me your email and I can invite you to see the album. 

If you are up for seeing the 850 photos, plus some video footage, I'm hoping to have a slideshow presentation - very informal - in the next couple weeks.  Maybe August 4th?  Maybe 60-90 minutes. This wonderful rooibos tea will be served.  Call me.

Well, writing this blog has been fun...mostly because of all the comments i've received on it and about it.  I'm tempted to keep it going, but i'm afraid my everyday life just isn't that interesting.  although teaching first grade occasionally rivals lions and pony trekking in excitement. 

I'm off to Cooperstown and NYC, where I will further spread the word about South Africa, its wonderful people, music, culture, and struggles.  oh, and i'll watch some baseball.

Cheers.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

African Rain

I'm starting to forget what i've posted, what i've written in my journal, and what has just passed through my mind.  It's pouring here in africa - well, in southern south africa - which reminds me of the nice fellow who gave me a lift to port elizabeth.  he played the song by Toto for me, about the rains of africa.  he's convinced that rainfalls here are different.  they bring you in touch with the soil, and the soul that is Africa. 

The best land-based whale watching in the world has produced no whale sightings in 3 days.  but as i stare out at the sea, i've had time to ponder my 5 weeks in africa.  overall, it has felt so much safer than people made it out to be.  My worst experiences relating to people have been either with foreigners or customer service.  the people are so open, so eager to please, and show off their nation.  this world cup has truly been a showcase for south africa. and Africa.  The people here are very proud of what they have put on, and it shows.  it's a relief to me that the theme songs to the world cup - those sung and played everywhere you go - are quite enjoyable.  i love hearing little kids singing shakira's "waka waka" or delivery men singing k'naan's "give me freedom.  give me power.  give me reason. take me higher."

Here's to hoping the rain won't cancel my trip to Robben Island on monday.......

Friday, July 9, 2010

Vuvuzelas anyone??

so i'm wondering how popular these crazy horns are back home?  do they sell them anywhere?  do people want them?  Please let me know if you would like me to bring you one back and i will see what i can do.  and annoying.  and fun. i do not recommend them for children.  although i do plan on having one in my classroom.


just like my amazing paragliding experience in brazil 5 years ago, Mother Nature has stepped between me and shark diving.  With paragliding there wasn't enough wind.  Now it's too windy to see the sharks.  Anything over a 3.5 meter swell is considered unsafe to take the boat out, with the cage moored to the side for optimal shark viewing.  the swells for the entire time i'm in hermanus are around 4.5 meters. ugh.  so please, don't ask me how the shark diving went.  if you do, there's no chance your getting a vuvuzela.  or even a keychain. 


I was hoping to watch the final with Gil, and old friend from college who now lives in Cape Town, but he just was invited by some millionaire to take a private jet to Joburg to watch the final at Soccer City in a skybox.  My sob story didn't work on him either, so i'll be in Cape Town with some new friends i've made.  not sure who to root for.  The dutch look great, and the locals are leaning their way.  the spanish are fun to watch, and i've actually been to their country.  i'll let you know who i rooted for after the game.  if the games to this point are any indication, i'll be rooting for the team that loses.

again, if you want a vuvuzela, write it in the comments on this blog entry.  if enough people want them, i'll draw names.

back home in just a few days.....

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Go Dutch??

First I'd like to thank the comments - posted here and via email - to my last post.  All very interesting and a dialogue that should and will continue.  Now to soccer....

I've never been to Holland.  I don't speak Dutch.  Despite all the rave reviews, I've never felt compelled to fly to Amsterdam.  But there's something contagious in the air.  it's orange.  partially because there are many people with Dutch ancestry (remember apartheid?  oh yeah, soccer...), but also because they were playing Uruguay, the team that embarassed Bafana (South Africa) early on 3-nil, and also eliminated the last standing African nation, Ghana, with an intentional handball in the dying minutes of the quarterfinal match.  Whatever their reason, everyone in South Africa is rooting the the Flying Dutchmen. and it's exciting. 

I put on my new orange sweatshirt and participated in a "fan walk" from downtown to the stadium, with tens of thousands along for the walk.  There was music, dancing, singing, costumes.  Some people compared it to Carnaval.  Let's not get carried away now.  After wandering for awhile and testing the scalpers market, I found two police officers confiscating two $600 tickets from a scalper.  I told them a sob story about my ticket being stolen, how I just came to Cape Town for the game, and could they please give me one of the tickets.  No dice.  My story wasn't convincing.  Eiher way, I managed to find a ticket for about $80 just after kickoff from a local who had dated a girl from Minnesota. 

If you saw the game, I need say no more.  If you didn't, you need to.  I was 2nd level, right behing the first goal that was scored.  best goal of the tournament.  i cheered after goals for each team.  i wanted to root for uruguay - i did - because I always root for latin america over europe.  but i couldn't help myself. the better team won and i was happy.  and south africa is happy.  like the semi-final, the netherlands will have home field advantage in the final, despite being 5000 miles away from home.

Oh, i went to a penguin colony yesterday.  and i climbed Table Mountain today.  beautiful.  truly.  off to hermanus tomorrow.  shark diving soon. go spain.

Monday, July 5, 2010

The Black People

I've thought about writing this post for awhile, but I can't even articulate it in my mind, let alone on a computer screen.  Race has come up with every South African that I've sat down with.  While it would be easy to label most whites as racist, it would miss the point completely.  They are a product of their environment, just like we all are.  They were raised under an oppressive system.  Many of the white people I've spoken with talk of pre-1994 as the good 'ol days, even if they acknowledge the atrocities that occurred.  Like the Pinochistas in Chile, or the Franquistas in Spain, they commonly cite personal safety as the primary reason for their negative views of the current government, or even the society at large.  When someone starts a sentence with "I don't want to sound racist, but..." you know they are walking this fine line between facing their own realities and blinding themselves of the realities of others.  With that said, here are some observations I've made and things I've heard....

from white south africans:
"You don't want to go that route.  It's all flat.  There are just goats, cows, and blacks."
"If you go to the beach, be careful with your stuff.  Whites are okay.  Blacks are not."
"Outside the city there are baboons.  In the city there are baboons, too, but a different kind of baboon."
"It used to be that the emperor could do no wrong.  Now a kaffir can do no wrong."
"We used to have one of the best militaries, like Israel.  Then the whites were paid to leave the military.  Now our military is useless.  The blacks have no idea what they're doing."
"After apartheid ended blacks felt like they should just be given everything.  They are lazy and still expect the world."

from black south africans:
"Things are getting better.  It's hard for the people still struggling to notice, but things are getting better for a lot of people."

Not one black person I've talked to has talked about the discrimination under apartheid nor the present-day. It exists, no doubt, but their focus seems to be on the future.  Many whites I've talked to are also trying to build a better future, facing tough race questions everyday.  As in the US, classism is often mistaken for racism.  Coloured - those not considered black or white - seem to be comfortable on the periphery of these issues.  I haven't talked to many, but one girl who I thought was white had a woman recently say to her leaving a crowded theatre, "Don't touch me you dirty coloured girl."  I asked what her ancestry was.  Part Swedish, and afraid to research the rest. 

In most schools, English and Afrikans are taught.  At a public school I visited, they also taught Sotho (the local language of most blacks) and German.  They recently dropped Sotho. 


While people of all races interact on a daily basis in South Africa, rarely does it extend beyond the workplace or the street.  Minibus taxis are only used by blacks.  The farmers market is only attended by whites.  Everyone is friendly at work, but cultural differences rarely allow for mixing at social gatherings.  There I go generalizing again.  Sounds a bit like the US actually, but with many fewer exceptions to the rule.  

When white people speak of blacks, they refer to them as "the black people."  i.e. "To find the right minibus taxi, you'll need to ask the black people."  And there it is, my first and maybe last installment of race relations in South Africa.  Comments?

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Ponies and Huts


 (Oops.  can't figure out how to rotate it. and it's out of focus.  you get the idea.)

While I thought I had been in the Africa since June 9th, tourist brochures tell me that I wouldn't see the "Real Africa" until I trekked up the mountains of Lesotho on a pony to stay overnight in a hut in a village with just a few families with children who have never seen a car in their lives.  so that's what i did.  i guess you could say i'm back to "fake Africa," where white people still own the majority of the land and complain about "the black people."  but that would be generalizing. and unfair.  but seriously, what a contrast from south africa to lesotho, where white people are all foreigners, called mahoas, and there are no wounds from apartheid that need healing.  or counseling. 

I've spent the last 3 days traveling with a couple other americans, which has brightened my days and made me forget that i'm on my own.  i'm off tomorrow to cape town.  i refuse to take the Intercape bus, which blares in-your-face, horrendous acting, christian movies through speakers that cannot be controlled.  It's all a plot to convert the riders, said our driver.   The train only offers economy class to cape town tomorrow, which i've been told by some is unsafe and by others will be beyond uncomfortable.  There's a convenient bus on Road Link, but a simple google search reveals why their rates are so low.  Unlicensed drivers, buses without breaks, numerous fatalities, you name it.  So...

Please note: If you are my mother or my oldest sister, please stop after the next sentence.  I've decided to fly to Cape Town.

Okay, now for the rest of you.  I think i'm going to hitchhike.  should be fun.  i'm hoping to get there in time to try to get tickets to see argentina vs germany.  perhaps get a cheap single ticket at gametime.  i'd really like to see the sweet stadium.

go paraguay! go ghana!

cheers.