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.......
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ReplyDeleteNo vuvuzelas for us. Kevin might have a nervous breakdown. A World Cup t-shirt might be nice. I would pay you. Shereen said your observations have been spot on. It would be fun for all of us to get together again when you return. I know she is interested to talk more with you. Grandparents are here. Star Wars tomorrow. Can't wait to see you! Love, Ang