Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Last Days in CPT
Saturday, August 13, 2011
History
Hooked
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
A Little Snoek, A Little Snack
Anyways, around 5:30, the host father took us to a "market" on the side of the road to bid on some snoek (fish, more specifically baracuda). This was technically a man gutting and cutting fish on the side of the road out of the back of his truck. Very interesting. I wondered about the sanitariness of this process, but I guess once you get it home and cook it, anything is killed anyways. But to see a multitude of fish dead and fresh out of the sea just laying in the truckbed waiting to be gutted, chopped, and sold was quite an ordeal. Watching the man cut off the head, cut open the spine, cut out the bones, and clean the fish to wrap it in newspaper to go was completely disgusting and yet intriguing at the same time.
Once home, you just cook the cut open snoek over the wood and charcoal fire in a square contraption type thing. And let me tell you, soaked in lemon juice, curry, apricot jam, and garlic... this snoek was phenomenal. I couldn't believe it was the same fish I had seen bought on the side of the road. I may just have to start eating fish more at home now! Accompanied with some regular salad, as well as noodle salad, this meal was delicious. Additionally, Marlene the host mother made a delicious dessert of graham cracker, bananas, and pudding. She worked for a bakery for six months, and let me tell you Nate is one lucky man! Ironically, this household upheld the tradition to prod you to eat more. And what's worse is I loved it. I kept eating more and more fish, until my cravings for dessert took over. Nate and I ate enough to last what seemed like eternity. Really this was not a snack, but an abundance of food... enough to feed a feast of 10 or more... which it did!
Beyond the food, we also went to a local sports club this evening, where we drank some Castle and played some billiards. South African pool rules are very interesting, and the pool balls are much smaller than ones in the U.S. One thing I learned for sure is how much I appreciate Michigan's new law of no smoking in bars. I had forgotten how suffocating that could be. However, overall, on the night, it was wonderful to spend time out and about in Cape Town, as well as get to know some youth. Keegan and Nina, the host siblings, were lovely and wonderful to talk to about so many issues. Overall, a good night considering the food, fun, and laughter :D
Monday, August 8, 2011
Ohhh Tiger's Play
This afternoon after our Cango Cave adventure, we visited the Cango Ranch to see some more animals! Again, this experience was AWESOME! We went on a guided tour in which we saw the following animals:
- bats
- vultures and a mean stork
- flamingos
- hippopotamus
- otter
- cheetahs - adult and 9 month old babies!
- tiger cubs - 5 months old!! :D
- lions - full grown compared to the young ones yesterday
- leopards
- bengals
It's Hot and A Little Tight
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Lions, Rhinos, and Elephants... Oh My
To continue the amazing long weekend here, today included the game farm! Yes, my most anticipated day for the entire trip. It commenced with us getting out of the vans to be greeted by the three elephants walking past less than 15 yards away! Following a short meeting, we started a full African safari on a game reserve with 3000 hectares! Whoa! We rode for two and a half hours, seeing a wide variety of animals including:
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Ohh Go Jump Off A Bridge
Literally...
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Radical Changes
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
A Poem About Beauty
"Skinny legs, bigger breast is all they want to see.
Tiny waists and thinner arms, the opposite of me.
The pressure to be perfect is slowly closing in.
An utter suffocation that doesn't seem to end.
Society is telling me 'Beautiful is thin'
And if I choose to starve myself, perfection's what I win.
Shoving something down my throat won't get me what I want,
Bring me closer to the goal of a body I can flaunt.
Society is telling us 'Beauty is a prize.'
Measured in the size of your breasts, in weight and clothing size.
But let me tell you here and now, no good will come from that.
It seems okay at first, but soon becomes a trap.
A disease that clouds the mind, and believes what is untrue
Believe you're never good enough, no matter what you do.
There is one beauty that I know is the greatest prize of all.
It's learning to accept yourself, imperfections, flaws, and all.
The beauty that really matters lies in our heart, soul and core
Because if you love what's inside, you love what is outside more."
I Have A Dream
- "Reputation is for time, but character is for eternity."
- "This is my dream... FOR A SAFE SOUTH AFRICA"
- "To be perfect in my religion... getting rid of pride, arroagance, and at times feelings of superiority"
- "That the government can keep its promises"
- "That people would stop using the terms white, colored, and black"
- "For rich people to wake up and start caring about people"
- "That people are not segregated by the way they look, the language they speak, or the country they are from. When leaders see the world as one and not divided by man made borders."
- "If someone finds a skeleton, will they know whether it was black or white?"
- "Money makes the world go around, but also consumes us."
- And finally "I have a dream that race was nothing apart from something my friends and I did. That drugs were nothing but treatment at clinics. That smoking was something only cars and trains did. And that the word HUMANITY actually meant something to people."
Breathtaking really...
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
A Day In The Life
A DAY IN THE LIFE of this South African household consists of a variety of things, with the most prominent consisting of food, conversation, and media. In short summary, the day commences with individual breakfast and preparations for the day, followed by work or daily tasks. The day is polished off with lengthy dinners and television programming accompanied by seeming requirements of laughter and tea/coffee.
Now to the long story… The day really begins when Tom and Ruth arise. When they wake up, there are all sorts of slippers shuffling on the tile and spoons clanking in mugs for the soon to be coffee/tea. In sync, the unfurling of the newspaper and the energetic voices on the television news or radio broadcast fill in the gaps that generate the daily household melody in the morning. Later, the low rumble of the hairdryer and the chirping birds join the myriad of sounds. Accompanying this routine, breakfast generally consists of Rice Krispies or oats and raisins with hot milk. Markedly, my favorite mornings are weekends when scrambled eggs and bacon are served! But back to the general day, after some morning greetings and short chatter mingled with some interest in the news, the day unfolds into Katie (the domestic house worker) arriving, while Berenice leaves for school and Tom takes Ruth to work.
Once the workday is over, household life resumes when Tom fetches Ruth or when Berenice arrives home from school. Late afternoon activities elude me, as I have rarely been home before dinner. However, the few times I have been, they generally consist of reading the paper or watching television. Perhaps a few tasks here or there, while Katie finishes the laundry or cleaning for the day. But mostly, the afternoon and early evening is primarily spent engulfed in media – remaining up to date by reading The Cape Argus or watching the progressive soap opera Seven De Laan followed by the daily news. While impressed about the family knowledge and investment in current events, I may smash the TV set if I have to watch Gita cry one more time on the soap. The show is good for some laughs, not for content but rather to see how silly the dramatic expressions are, considering I do not understand a word without subtitles since the program is in Afrikaans.
Generally, after this show ends, the most defining elements of the household shine. First comes the food. Dinner is delicious, with possibilities ranging from Boboti to wonderful fish dishes. Typically, meals consist of some form of animal (whether lamb, fish, or chicken), rice, and a steamed vegetable. So far, my favorite new vegetable is surprisingly butternut, closely related to pumpkin. From a holistic perspective, it is difficult to determine which meal might reign as favorite, but if I had to guess I would claim lamb. They utilize this often, whether in minced form or solid meat form. I might also dare to say this meat is my favorite, as it is generally in the less spicy dishes served. Much to my surprise, curry is good, but my mouth as well as Ruth’s can only handle so much. I sometimes wonder if the placement was mere coincident or rather a calculated decision. The family and I share more commonalities than I expected.
In addition to the intake of food, dinner also includes the intake of information as the news plays on the TV. Every night, we listen to stories about the ANCYL president Julius Malema, labor strikes, the exchange rate for the rand, and lastly the increasing prices of gold, platinum, and crude oil. Other special interest stories permeate these solid regular components throughout the show. It seems nothing really changes from day to day. Little to no progress occurs regarding the investigation of Julius Malema, while he and others close to him adamantly defend him. The drought and starvation in Ethiopia persists. The only major strides made in the news have been the closure of negotiations for petrol workers resulting in increased wages and the U.S. Congress finally addressing the country’s fiscal problems. Beyond these topics and the news, the evening may roll into the subsequent public broadcasts or documents if dinner extends past the conclusion of the nightly news. Thus, constant learning occurs throughout the evening.
Beyond these aspects of dinner and enlightenment, the tea/coffee and conversation dominate the remaining hours of the evening. Since dinner usually ends around 7:30 p.m., the evening rolls into sipping tea/coffee and chatting at the table for roughly two to three hours (confirming my previous doubts about this cultural norm of lengthy socializing meals). Sometimes, serious topics like the policies of apartheid or the cultural differences between whites, coloreds, Xhosa, Zulu, etc. dominate the conversation. Other times, dialogue about school or education aspects holds the main stage, since Berenice is a long time science teacher and Tom is a retired veteran from the education system. The third option for conversation rests in jokes or funny stories, as Tom has a very vivacious sense of humor. Although the first few nights were a little dense and required some acclimation to the long periods of discussion, I now see how and why this is a cultural norm. This may well in fact be my favorite part of the day in this South African household!