Monday 28 January 2013

CAPE TOWN


Written on 27/01/2013

So the day finally arrived, we were heading for Cape Town to carry on the long-standing tradition of Project Trust volunteers gathering in Cape Town for the festive period.  Our rucksacks full to the brim – heavier than when I arrived in South Africa!! – we boarded the 19 hour coach journey.  It’s fair to say we were more than excited!  After 19 long hours we arrived in Cape Town on Christmas Eve, tired, smelly but eager to freshen up and see all the other volunteers.  It has to be said, that first night out was one of the best I’ve ever had.  A group of 35 Project Trust volunteers hit Long Street, it was insane!

The next morning I woke up a little worse for wear and totally forgot it was CHRISTMAS DAY.  Apparently the Santa hat on my head wasn’t a clear enough clue either.  A tradition of Long Street Backpackers was that every Christmas day, they climb up Table Mountain to a cave where they eat lots, play loud music and of course, drink.  Everyone was allocated a platter of food to carry up the mountain, I was given the marshmallow rice crisy desert… SCORE!  On the way up we got terribly lost and I was hungry, so I did what anyone would do, ate half of the desert.  I wasn’t the most popular person when we finally arrived!  The views were stunning from the cave, it overlooked the whole of Cape Town and we could see for miles to the surrounding mountains.  Although it didn’t feel like a traditional Christmas I was certainly in the festive sprits.  Singing Christmas songs, eating turkey and stuffing and having one too many champagnes.  Later that day I had a lovely Skype session with my beautiful family; whom I think had also had one too many champagnes!  It was so good to see them so happy and slightly merry too!  I can’t lie, a tear was shed.  I missed them a lot on Christmas Day, but I couldn’t have asked for a better group of people to celebrate it with.  Plus, how many people can say they spent Christmas day in 35-degree heat in a cave, up Table Mountain? Once in a lifetime.

Cape Town was eventful to say the least.   For example, Daisy cutting her foot open on a broken Black Label bottle.  But it was ok, Nurse Sally was there to save the day.  In the middle of a packed club I bandaged her foot up and blagged two sympathy shots for us.  If someone offers you ‘Stroh Rum’ shot… NEVER do it!  Two words: 80% Alcohol…

One morning I was woke up with a slightly sore head – well actually this happened every morning, even when I hadn’t been drinking the night before? – and Lucy says ‘fancy hiking Table Mountain today?’  I figure why not, won’t get the opportunity to do it any time soon.  I regretted that decision as soon as I took the first step.  Also I don’t know what possessed me to do it with two Outward Bound girls who were incredibly fit, I mean I like to think I’m quite fit, but compared to them I may aswell have been morbidly obese and smoked 40 a day!!  This is no exaggeration, I nearly died!!! Two hours and many water breaks later we reached the top.  It was the best feeling in the world. I did it. I conquered Table Mountain!

There’s only one-way to describe New Years Eve on Long Street: CRAZY.  They close off the road and it turns into one big street party (Videos on Youtube, check them out). All the volunteers decided to take Long Street by force.  But not before we played ‘Never Have I Ever In South Africa’… some interesting stories came out of that game!!  Anyway we headed out to our favourite spot ‘Bobs Bar’ which was so good.  It was such a great feeling to enter the new year surrounded some of the best people!! Best New Year’s to date.  At about 3am I did what any other drunk person does, head to McDonalds of course.  ‘Start as you mean to go on’ ay?!

Overall the week in Cape Town was unforgettable – well the bits I can remember anyway ;) – and I couldn’t have spent it with a better group of people.  Also meeting the volunteers from Botswana and Swaziland and getting to know them too was so lovely.


P.s. if you ever go to Long Street… make sure you check out Bob’s Bar! Free shots for everyone who dances on the pole.  Us girls didn’t need to buy many drinks!!

Do They Know It’s Christmas Time At All?


Written on 27/01/2013

So Christmas has come and gone in Africa in the blink of an eye!  As I lye here and think about December, I have to say it’s probably one of the best to date.  There’s so much to say so I’ll just say the highlights:

‘Christmas Day’ at Bethany
We had the Christmas party at Bethany on 21st.  In the early hours of the morning the girls and I all dressed up as Santa Claus, sneaked into the kids dorms and put presents on the end of their beds.  A few woke up and the look on their faces when they thought Santa had come was the cutest thing ever.  Although one of the older boys, Apile, said ‘Enkosi (thank you) Sally’ as I handed him a present.  I thought I was quite a believable Santa!! Turns out kids aren’t as naïve as I thought.  The next morning I was awoken by lots of laughing and joyful screams.  I walked out of the flat to the courtyard to find all the kids playing with their new toys and treasuring them.  I did nearly cry at this point because it was so beautiful to see them all so happy and the thought that I helped contribute to that made it extra special.  After lots of fun and games that day, the ‘real Santa’ came to visit Bethany.  He turned up in a fire truck (turns out the usual sleigh that he uses was ‘out of order’, oh well, I guess a fire truck is close enough… sort of?! Well it’s red.)  Santa brought each child a rucksack full of little toys and sweeties, which the kids adored. 

Then came the much awaited ‘Christmas Dinner’.  I have to say when I walked into the kitchen and didn’t see a turkey in sight I was slightly disappointed, but hey, fried chicken is the next best thing right?!!  It was a real treat for the kids to get deep fried chicken, roast potato’s, mashed butternut and chocolate cake.  It was also a nice change from Pap for us girls.J After the kids went to bed, all the staff came together for a Braai.  SO MUCH FOOD.  But its rude in the Xhosa culture to turn down food so I powered through and finished off that dinner too.  That was my Cape Town diet out the window; I was surprised I didn’t chunder everywarrr! 

So I guess this day brings me back to the title of this blog, ‘Do They Know It’s Christmas Time At All?’  A famous question once asked by Band Aid and people have questioned it ever since.  Well guys, no need to fret anymore, I can confirm that they certainly DO know it’s Christmas time.  We made sure of that at Bethany Home.