The flight with Turkish Airlines was better than expected, drinking, eating, Blankets & pillows, super nice interactive television with all the bells and whistles and very service. If it was not only the decoration, reminiscent of the early 60s and has not been renewed since then.
early morning, only six clock, even the food cart rumbled through the air with the horrible food, but at least it was food. Then I looked through the window, no air for the first time the African continent: Zambia, Zimbabwe, Botswana and finally South Africa. With a stopover in Johannesburg, the last part of my trip to Cape Town in front of me. The aircraft cameras showed the landscape of Africa before and below me, the rundbewässerten fields, small villages, the straight roads ... The approach to Cape Town was flying low over the township and the thousands of small shacks, which does not even crossed by roads ... smoke somewhere ... and then it went out over False Bay ("Bad Book") on the ocean. Long shaft, deep blue water, dazzling sunlight on the Atlantic. Fog enveloped the mountain and the Devil's Peak. After a large loop went back to the townships towards Airport. The landing was gentle, customs officials and the friendly reception the other warmly.
was glaring right to ride on the highway to Baphumelele. The highway was full of people who crossed the eight tracks. Pickups with many blacks in the back. Right and left stretched a sea of corrugated iron huts, separated by concrete barriers. Misery on every street corner.
over the now noticeably bad roads we went inside the township Khayelitsha to Children's Home.
Baphumelele (the site is located in the map on the right side at the bottom, just Zooming) is a relatively wealthy orphanage, there are houses of stone, running water, sometimes even warm, and electricity.
The left side is not as difficult as presumed, but it irritated immensely that the oncoming traffic can be approached in a 4-stop location on the street.
But I've now settled in well and closed a few acquaintances.
One evening we wanted to barbecue with friends, but after an hour (we were almost there) the car was on the mind. Until then there was someone who towed us, we have entered the feet flat. Fortunately, we were not random in the township. We would end up with home cooked, drank wine and "shisha" (water pipe) smoking.
When one lives in White Township very dangerous because you will always notice, and assumes that you are rich (which is actually always true, because some families have less than three euros a day).
It is still very different between blacks and whites, it is usually treated very courteously and there is a touch of colonial times, when you pass the gas station and me "Sir" addressed and operated correspondingly. Whites are attacked less often, but when, the more intense. Many bands have given shooting rites, such as killing a white man. But it is wonderful to walk through the Township (or better off) and see all those people on the street, how to buy things Offering barbecue any sheep heads, their huts ("Shacks") to expand or repair cars. All life is played out on the street. Only at night it is relatively quiet. Everyone is scared of robberies, murders and rapes. Even the blacks. Girls are not allowed at night and not on the road. Every other girl here in 16 years was raped before. We need many volunteers
driving services to make all sorts of hospitals and accompany the children during the visits to the doctor. The worst are but the waiting times, the last at least two but up to eight hours. You have to engage the children quite a bit. But even in school To help the medicine (very much) to prepare, doctor children and property repair is our job.
comes Sometimes at night the police. By audible announcements and only then looking for staff Baphumelele. Because of the action is to launch a baby found on the street.
I care more for janitorial work such as repair, sinks, toilets, renew windows change whatever to mend fractured. But of course I also help the medicine, for hospital visits, Emergency's (emergencies) and mainly for infrastructure services. The work is very fun because we may choose to pace themselves and us. We are a lot of responsibility took place.
Baphumelele is a large complex with several fields. The main area is the orphanage with the baby house and the cluster homes. Then there is the crèche (nursery) and the Grade R (preschool) but also the Wood Workshop (wood shop) that is currently out of service, a soup kitchen "Rosie's Soup Kitchen", a medical consulting center "Health Education Centre" a laundry, voluntary homes and the office.
Our apartment from the outside (top)
Our apartment from the inside
The last weekend we were in Cape Town and are considered the evening. In the most famous street of Cape Town, Long Street can be during the day for shopping and "shopping" and celebrate the evening wonderful. We have even met people from the Camphill Hermanus, we knew from the preparatory seminary. We stayed overnight in a "backpackers" a kind of cheap hostel for 72 - have the edge (about 6.60 €) The next morning, breakfast wonderful, with views of Table Mountain. Then we got the last of the old volunteers to the airport. From now on we are all on our own.
I will other reports on what I experience, see and learn. So my work over and over Baphumelele South Africa as a country. For it is incredible and fascinating tension here.
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