Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Last Days in CPT

So the past few days were the last few days in CPT for the group. Monday was the last day for all the elementary teachers. This day was filled with packing, going to a bulk food store, and a mall for last minute things. We dropped the groups off in three different droves, one at 3:30, four at 6:30 and seven at 11:35. After all of them had made it through security, we were then driven to one of Jonathan Jansen's guest houses to stay for the evening. It's nice having connections :)

The secondary group's last day was filled with chilling at Jonathan Jansen's house: packing, showering, and a last minute trip to Bibi's! :D We made it to the airport in plenty of time, and were able to have a last drink with Corvell, Johnny, Faith, and Dominic. Our first flight was to Johannesburg, where we saluted South Africa in style with a Spring Bok shot. And thus came the travels to Amsterdam. Wolf Pack Out! Ohh Haa Haa.

And soon enough we will be back in Detroit, where the first stop will be a mexican restaurant, haha! I can not wait to see the friends and family I have missed, as well as share many of the amazing stories and experiences!!! Goeie Dag Suid Afrika!

Saturday, August 13, 2011

History

Today was a day that I could appreciate in full, the last day with my host mom Berenice. We toured the castle here in Cape Town, the first colonial structure built here. And it was amazing at how much more history is entrenched and remembered here. This structure alone was so specific and expansive about so many historical and social issues. I learned about the way the "fort" functioned, what else it was used for, how it evolved throughout different years and occupations, etc. I also learned about the Anglo-Boer War in one of the three museums on the site, as well as that the castle is dually used for historical and current military uses. I will surely add more after I can sift through all of my material from today :) This being said, it was sad to say goodbye to the many people who have helped me here. However, I am excited to see the family I have missed so dearly in the last six weeks!

Hooked

Students, who could think they would steal your hearts so easily... or at least a few of them! Hah. Yesterday was my last day at the school here in South Africa, and let me tell you some of those little gems I will miss. On Thursday, when I handed back the "I Have A Dream" speeches that some of the students wrote, my favorite student responded with pure glee at my comments. To my prompt of "You have wonderful dreams. What can you do to help make them a reality? It was a pleasure having you in class," my student replied quietly and most earnestly with "Ms. Fox, it was a pleasure having you teach our class." I about died from pure joy on the spot. To add to this, he bought me his favorite Cadbury chocolate bar and brought it to school to give to me at the end of the day on my last day :D This memory will surely be one to cherish, as well as his adorable face! I am simply hooked to teaching and surely these kids!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

A Little Snoek, A Little Snack

Today was rather uneventful at the school, with the days winding down and all. However, after school activities were rather peculiar and enjoyable. Invited over to Nate's host family's for a braii (barbeque type activity), I arrived around 4:30 after school. We played around with the soccer ball and Keegan's friend Matt while we waited for the rest of the family to get home. Sadly, I was a bad goalie, as the boys scored multiple times... yelling "Laduma!! Laduma!" (he scores!) However, just messing around and being physically active again felt good. I can't wait to run and workout again in the States.

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
But the real fun came after the guided tour, which was getting to play with the baby tigers. Although expensive, it was totally worth it. I wanted to get in there, especially after watching the trainers work with them. They were so playful, and hardly aggressive. The white tiger cub even came up behind me and jumped up on my legs. Sadly, the trainer swatted him away, back into the water. While I wish they would not have driven them to the pool in the cage and we could have interacted for more than five minutes, I am so glad I got to pet and push these little cuties around! AHHHH, it was so great! Even better than riding the elephants yesterday, and definitely better than merely just having to sit behind Joseph the cheetah and stroke in one direction on his fur. Getting to chase and scrounge around with the 5 month year old tigers was PHENOMENAL! :D

It's Hot and A Little Tight

This morning we visited the great Cango Caves, formed millions of years ago when the water table fell. Twelve of sixteen of our group embarked upon the adventure tour. This included five extremely tight spaces/passages on a 90 minute tour. The remaining four did the 60 minute standard tour in the largest caves toward the entrance of the caves.

This experience was one of much anxiety for me, being rather particular about space and all. I wouldn't necessarily say I am clausterphobic, but when it comes to possibly getting stuck in places deep within the earth... yes, I was concerned. However, after getting going into the caves and seeing some big burly men in front of our group go, my nerves settled.

Inside the caves were something to be seen. Stalagmites and stalactites everywhere, some with huge bulky formations, others with tiny skinny pillar looking ones. Sometimes there were even a few columns where stalactites and stalagmites meet. More importantly though was the adventure tour, where we crawled through passages and some tight spaces. A few of their names were "The Love Tunnel" because it's tight on both sides and "Devil's Chimney" because this passage is one of the narrowest. Corvell, our group leader, got stuck last year and had to be pushed and pulled to get out.

Toward the end of our experience, Jen and I wrote a song about it to the tune of Stu's Tiger Song in The Hangover. It goes as follows:
What do cave dwellers dream of
When the crawl through tiny spaces?
Do they dream of streaming sunlight
Or the ocean breeze on their face?
If you're worried about making it through
You better suck it up or the guide's gonna slap you.
There's so much moisture in the air
I'm sick of looking at your derriere
Caves, Caves, Caves, Ohhhh Cango Caves
If you fall in or I hit my head
Then we're shit out of luck :)

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:

water buffalo, monkeys like Marcel from Friends, ostriches, water buck, zebras, impalas (an antelope type thing), giraffes, lions, rhinos, and so many more.

It was indescribable! While we did not get to physically interact with any of the animals apart from riding elephants later, we did have some cool encounters. I wish we could have gotten closer to the giraffes, but we did see them up among the trees, sticking out and eating a ton. We were also less than 10 yards away from rhinos, but that was okay because they have really poor eyesight... only able to see 2 meters or about 6 feet in front of themselves. Our viewing of the lions were a little more intense, as they are acclimated of working with humans as movie lions and are less fearful. Consequently they approached the safari truck with no hesitation, only to be scared away by the driver - with a stick!! Whoa.

After the safari, the real fun of riding the elephants came. We got a 30 minute ride with a partner, in which we learned about the elephant. Apparently riding them is the equivalent of us wearing a backpack. It was fun to see them break full branches to eat or approach the watering hole and pond to drink. Overall, it was a wonderful experience... relaxing and enjoyable :D

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Ohh Go Jump Off A Bridge


Literally...

I jumped off a bridge today - bungee jumping of course. And it was awesome, yet terrifying!!! Surprisingly, I was not nervous at all beforehand. While everyone else discussed how fearful they were, I was so excited to go. Not once did I have any butterflies, not even when my toes were over the edge. While I wanted to go first in our group, I went closer to the middle. Which I appreciate now, because had I gone first, I probably would have been thrown over. But since I went after several others, I got to jump on my own accord after they counted down quickly from 5. I was the only one that they really let go of on the edge right before the jump.

Now that being said, I must say that as soon as I got over the edge, things went down quickly - no pun intended... okay maybe a little. While only an initial five second free fall technically, it seemed like FOREVER. With my head leading the way and not having any sort of clear depth perception of the rocks and river below me, my stomach dropped and my head started to spin. I only managed a short burst scream before I cut it off out of pure terror. Once I repelled up the first time from the bungee, I liked those short free falls despite the major blood rush and pain to my head. It was not the most enjoyable experience I have had on the trip, but an amazing one nonetheless.

What is more, watching the video and looking at the pictures are definitely incredible. While I didn't buy a T-shirt souvenier, I will definitely remember the company's slogan "Fear is temporary, regret is forever." And I assure you that jumping off the world's tallest bridge for bungee jumping at 216 meters is something I will never forget nor regret!

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Radical Changes

Psshhhooo...

Here it is. The day that I knew would come. The day when my beliefs and my core crumbled to the floor. The day that I won't come back from this trip ever really the same. While many days have landed small blows to my "fundamental" ideas and self, that eventual piece of rice finally tipped the scales.

Never again will I be able to not know, not see, or un-learn about corporal punishment. Never again will I be a teacher who hasn't yelled. Never again will I have a fleck of hope that world peace will ever be achieved. Although I have never been a grand scale dreamer, any far-fetch dreams were swept up in the seemingly hurricane winds of today.

I won't be that person who consistently takes on too much, nor permits the concerns of inconveniencing others to dominate my life entirely. The storm has weathered my skin, and toughened it much. There are times when feelings must be set aside or become essentially non-existant. There are times when being completely blunt are completely necessary... the hardest, most life alternating detail I have grown to fully understand.

While I am eternally grateful for my students and my plethora of experiences, I can't help but wonder and even miss my old ways, that existed before this tumultuous day.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

A Poem About Beauty

In describing the I Have A Dream lesson, a girl responded with a poem about female aspirations through a quoted poem from Chicken Soup I think. Here it goes:

"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

So in teaching about the civil rights movement during my stay in South Africa, I had my students create their own "I Have A Dream" speech. And the responses I received from my grade 9 students (ages 14) were stunning. Some of my favorites included written poems about true beauty, what society could be, life aspirations, and incredible principals to live by. Following are a few examples of remarkable ideas:


  • "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!


Following this central part of the evening, activity drastically winds down after tea/coffee cups dry and conversation ceases. Family scatters between the computer room, the dining room, or the bedroom before retiring for the night. Quickly and quietly, the house gradually shuts down. Lights are off and covers are on. Thus, the day ends, with the promise of another day to follow in a diverse Cape Town.