Afrikan at Heart

It has been called to my attention that this blog didn't get through the first time, however I have in my "sent" box proof that I did send it to my blogspot via email, so I blame SAS (as usual). Mauritius to come tomorrow. And I'm halfway through my India visit. Time is a curious matter.

So, South Africa was the port that I was probably the most excited about before embarking on this voyage. I was actually was planning on going abroad during winter quarter to the new Stanford overseas program at Cape Town. But during last winter quarter when everyone was finding out where they would be studying abroad in the Fall I had an “oh shit” moment. I realized that many of my friends would be off campus, I wasn’t going to get very good housing because I was using my tier 3 housing lottery number and it just sounded lonely. But all the deadlines had passed for applying to be abroad in the Fall. That’s when I came across Semester at Sea and fell in love with the idea. And even though I was excited that I was going to get the opportunity to visit 11 countries, I still had a burning desire to get to South Africa. But then Morocco and Ghana blew my mind and I tried to convince myself that I was just excited to get to Africa. But I didn’t fully convince myself as evidence by my giddiness on the ship sailing to Cape Town.

I had a safari the first 3 days and nothing planned for the last 3. My group was actually the first to get off the ship and step onto South African soil (or pavement, or whatever). I kind of wish I had run to the front of the group so I could be the first off, but being the 15th person off the ship out of 800 still felt pretty cool. So we were off to the airport to go to Kariega Game Reserve (I bet there is a website if you want to see our standard of living- which was unbelievable by the way in case you are too lazy to type that into google). And guess who was at the airport?! Rugby players! Okay maybe that’s only really cool to me, but my mom made me watch Invictus before leaving for SAS. And there were pictures of Nelson Mandela at the airport and holy cow did that movie do a great job at Morgan’s make-up! Anyway, it was all a pretty unreal experience, and I hadn’t even seen any animals yet!

So the safari. Well actually one more thing about the plane ride. Turns out that South African’s aren’t as cheap as American’s when it comes to complementary food on planes and we had amazing juice boxes and yummy meat sandwiches. That was the way there at least. On the way back we had some kind of meat sandwich that was florescent opal in some areas. I took a picture to prove it because I was a little shocked and didn’t think you all would believe me. It kind of looked like the inside of a muscle shell on the beach. Anyway, that was weird, but off topic. The animals. So we dined like royalty, buffet style with all kinds of foods, and PIZZA. I also tried ostrich and alligator, neither of which I’m a fan of, but at least I tried it! My sister is probably shaking her head right now in disbelief, but hey, when in Africa right?

Well, then we went on a game drive. Our tour guide, Timbre (or at least that’s what it sounded like) was a very nice, but serious type of guy. He told us right away that we might not see every animal we want to. They are in their natural habitat and we have to track them. If we were disappointed about that, we should have gone to a zoo. I liked his attitude. I was not signing up to see lions in fake plastic rock beds behind a fence. So we start driving along the dirt road and on one side of the reserve were the giraffes, impala, zebra, wildebeest, water buffalo, and some others that I can’t think of at the moment. On the other side were the lions, elephants, rhinos, hippos, and food for the lions (more impala and such). Over the course of the 3 days I saw all of those animals! Sadly, the first night I didn’t feel so good after the food and went to bed early but didn’t sleep much, and when I did I’m fairly positive I dreamt of Pepto-Bismol. So I missed the morning game drive and didn’t get to see the warthogs which is actually upsetting since I had just rewatched Lion King a couple days before (greatest decision of my life, I swear) and I really wanted to see Pumba. Oh well, I still had a great time and got to see the lions and the cubs, who were like teenagers in size. It was definitely a once in a life time experience that I want to have again someday.

Every morning was a 5am wake up call, and we were up late seeing nocturnal animals, so I was really tired the day I got back to the ship, but still managed to walk around Green Square Market and get some really cool crafts. I’m stalking up on gifts for Christmas and I’m really excited about my purchases from the market. The people are so nice and pretty fun to bargain with. It’s a fine line between getting the price lower, and not robbing them of the little money that they do make. It’s also good to get out there early in the trip because SAS takes over every city we go to and the locals learn that they can actually get a lot more money out of us than then usual European tourists.

The last most exciting thing I did was pet a Cheetah! Sadly, all of my friends had safaris the last 3 days so I really didn’t know anyone who was around Cape Town when I got back, so I probably didn’t “do Cape Town” right. I couldn’t safely travel on my own and it literally was like everyone I even just sort of knew (like well enough to tag along with them) was gone. So I didn’t get to go to Boulder Beach which was crawling with penguins, and I didn’t get to go to the aquarium, etc. But I did do one more SAS trip to a Cheetah reserve. And surprisingly, I think the best part about it was the owls! They are my new favorite animal. The Cheetahs were majestic don’t get me wrong, and learning about how endangered they are was moving and petting one was mind-blowing, but  the owls. They were so soft and so loving and SOO cute. Some of them looked like Hedwig (Harry Potter reference for you deprived adults) and one was only a month or two old and still covered in its fluffy feathers. They were just all over these tables for us to pet and hold and I can’t even describe how cool it was. Then we put on a garden glove and learned about birds of prey and they landed on us! Someone even got a video of this hawk like bird landing on me and me petting it.

I am so lucky.

Halfway Away From YOU

To my lovely west coast readers, I just wanted to let you know that we officially read the same time on our analog clocks. (Note to younger readers, analog means the ones that are hard to read, if you invested in a digital one so that you wouldn't be wearing glasses like your adult counterparts (ie parents) then we still read the same time, but you might have a dot near a marking indicating "PM" while that dot isn't on my close right now.)

I also wanted to mention that the South Africa blog post is coming soon, tomorrow soon, I've been a little under the weather (quite literally in some respects, more on that later) and have been busy getting 100%'s on my two tests WOOT WOOT. But as my old babysitter used to say (or actually Tigger.. but I'll give her the cred) Ta-ta for now!

Ghana Returns

Day 2: I woke up early after a good (long) night’s rest and packed up for my SAS trip. We were going headed to an amazing hotel that was more like a full-fledged resort and were treated to a supreme meal of Ghanaian food and lots and lots of Fanta. Turns out, most of the world enjoys bottled Fanta like we drink Hi-C (or is that just me who drinks that at Taco Bell mixed with some Baja Blast! Mountain Dew? Yeah maybe just me) and like Mexico drinks Tequila. We sat under an overhang with a pool and bar area to our left, our rooms to our right, and overlooking a sandy beach and ocean waves. So this is what paradise is! After our bellies were full, we loaded back onto the bus to head to Kakum National Park to walk amongst the canopies of the trees on a thin, rickety, wooden bridge. Oh you thought I meant thin like 3 feet wide! No, no, no, I’m sorry let me clarify. We walked on a series of really long planks of wood. So we’re talking 6 inches wide. Now mom, once again I am going to have to save you from a heart attack. On either side of this “bridge” (or sorry excuse for one) nets extended past the height of my waist which allowed me to have no fears about stepping out over the trees, some 40 meters high and…RUN! We walked across at least 7 of these bridges in the rain forest; get this, while it was RAINING. Now that’s a rain forest. Ghana just does not know how to disappoint. The view was breath taking--looking out AND looking down (and across and side to side and backwards and upwards…). Well it started raining the moment we stepped foot out of the bus, so naturally it stopped raining the moment we stepped foot back on the bus.

Yet another unbelievable native dish was served for dinner (I’m actually enjoying the food, look at me mommy, all grown up!) and a bon fire on the beach followed. The ambiance reminded me of a mix between Stanford Sierra Camp’s Wednesday night family camp fire and again, Survivor. We stripped our shoes and walked about ten feet into the ocean and climbed up on some rocks that revealed themselves during low tide. We stood, chatted some, but mostly just tried to absorb the pure and utter awesomeness of where our lives had brought us. You could see it in people’s faces, in their stance and in their voice: dream-like delight. After we climbed back ashore, dessert was served--some kind of amazing tasting ice cream with strawberries and watermelon at the bottom--while some Ghanaian dancers and musicians entertained us with African dance and music, AND fire breathing. The dancers wore hay skirts, much like the ones Hawaiian hula dancers wear, but let me tell you, they were still pure MAN. In the black of the night their bare chests camouflaged and their lean muscles glistened with sweat in the firelight. These guys were all strength. They jumped and shock and flipped and spun and NEVER stopped moving. Unbelievable! Honestly dumbfounded. Please scoop my jaw off the floor. These kids were talented.

Sadly, I need to wake up in 4 hours for my Safari in South Africa! And thus the third installment of this Ghana blog will be coming soon. But for now: To Be Continued :-P

Ghana: Snails, Slave Dungeons, Street Soccer--Sensational

Day 1: I get off the boat at 11am with a group of friends. We start walking in the direction of “downtown” and within a few minutes the humidity and sun take their toll and everyone is sweating. But no less excited. I think a lot of us were excited because we knew the price of everything was going to be a fifth of what we are used to paying, and because we are finally going to get to see Africa the way it is depicted on T.V. But no television show or movie could have prepared me for the real thing. It was a long walk into town but well worth it. The sweat in our hair and dirt on our skin was actually probably a good thing since it made us stick out just a tad bit less. Granted I have blonde hair and white skin in a country where Black is black, not the mix of races we are used to seeing in the US. So yeah I stuck out. It reminded me of Europe when I was younger and the waiters would rub my head, excited to see the stark contrast of natural blonde hair from their own, and not on a rebel teen trying to look American. Anyway, I can’t even describe the scenery but think: Africa. Housing was unassuming, the bare minimum. Women were on the sidewalks cooking meat or frying plantains. And then men didn’t holler at the girl tourists like they did in Morocco. No harassing, just smiles. When we got further into the town people only became friendlier. The people at the banks, the people on the streets, the cab drivers—everyone was just so willing to take some time out of their day and talk to the new comers. Sometimes if they didn’t speak English they would just shoot us phrases like, “Yay Obama” or “New York, California, Florida!”

One young man who started talking to us decided that he was going to show us around in the market. If I thought the medinas in Marrakesh were a maze and fascinating, boy was I in for a surprise. Again, no one harassed us. They just kept cutting up their meet or peeling their fruit or laying out their (massive) snails and fish heads for the locals to buy. This was not a tourist attraction. This was their life. We walked and walked and got deeper into the thick of it all. There were so many little kids and they all smiled and waved enthusiastically. And all the girls and women over the age of about 10 carried huge baskets on their heads, both hands free to use. I was in awe the entire time. I knew from the first hour of stepping foot on Ghana soil that I was coming back. And then, later, when we took a lunch break, I met some kids, boys about 8 or 9 playing in the street with an orange. It rolled my way and I stood up and kicked it back to one of them and then ran to get open again as the other boys bee hived around the orange. “Quick, quick, I’m open!” I yelled. Turns out soccer is a universal language and the boy in the yellow shirt was on my team. And we made a stellar team. We took on the others and avoided the cab drivers we finesse. It was soooo much fun! 3 more days, bring it on!

Sadly, I need to break this blog up into 2 parts. I have a lot of work to do and need to allocate time better. The next couple days I was on an SAS trip, the Cape Coast Historical Tour. We went on a canopy walk in a rain forest (or ON a rain forest since we were at the top of the trees!) and saw castles and slave dungeons and walked on a beach covered in, get ready for it, human feces! Stories to tell, just hang in there :D