(my first month in South Africa)
roar the moment even the early spring storms across the country and through the streets. Often it rains ... left - because in the summer months not a drop will fall more. But when it is dry, sand is everywhere in the air, you have him in the eyes, in the apartment and even in the phone. When the sun shines, it is very warm and you would like a cool breeze.
Last weekend we took a trip towards the Cape of Good Hope, made, past Muizenberg, one of the most famous Surfer-town South Africa - but totally boring if it is not about wave surfing - then on to Fish Hoek and Simon's Town. The scenery was breathtaking: sparse, but full of palm trees, colorful flowers and exotic plants ... between monkeys and in the sea - so close beside the little holey road - just teeming several huge whales. This is Africa!
But above all, the township life is Africa.
All the fruit vendors, street children and mothers, their Children have tied with a cloth on the back, run a large sack of rice on their heads through the streets. People to repair their cars on the road, mom in front of the blazing fires, roasting whole sheep heads, car washer at the roadside and loud music of any corrugated iron hut. The air smells of gasoline and plastic, in between fried meat.
also drowns in Cape Town smog. But when the wind blows away the dirt with rain, is a crystal clear view of Table Mountain and the Cape of Good Hope, accompanied by rainbows.
Life here in the orphanage Baphumelele is increasingly common, and yet never the same. Always is unusual or unexpected, but you get used to over time. So I have this Sunday in the hospital with a 1-year-old girl (HIV positive) spent about 40 ° C fever.
Everyone has become so found their tasks and the coexistence turns out to be very easy. I am here as responsible for any repairs incurred Sun But I'm going for the connected "Respite Care Centre for HIV-positive adults with TB, a morning spent a week in the Grade R", the preschool class with children of Baphumelele and go to the hospital. The work is varied and entertaining, although you always have a certain amount of sleep deficit, since often the day starts at half past six in the morning and usually ends at midnight.
Our Volunteers-WG in the "German Flat" is a lively bunch of different people: four boys and four girls from Germany and an American woman (thanks to which we speak much English). Except for minor - perfectly normal - friction, we have a really fun life. Boredom is a foreign word, nor solitude. And it feels a bit like home when turns into the Dabula Street and the pale red walls of the entrance gate Baphumelele runs.
All Life here is taking place within the walls. Outside, it is dangerous. Care has to be here very much and constantly on guard, his Baphumelele when you leave, but you would be so open and the new and to go to the people. Is the rash can have fatal consequences, but if you pay attention you can connect with the wonderful people in contact. Many can not believe that we as white lives here in Khayelitsha (Site B, Z-Section), and are interested in what you do with Sun As a white one is always at the center, because no one else here knows. Whether in a shopping center on the market or in the hospital ... everyone looks at you. But I try to enjoy - in Germany I will probably not as much attention in part.
I myself feel very comfortable here and very rarely miss home. The toast (is not there something else here) is one to the neck out, just like the cheddar cheese and black tea. are normal jam, delicious chocolate and good meat or sausage is not here.
But this is the good and the chips Boereworst (Boer Sausage) delicious!
extent for this time,
Greetings from the end of the world, your
Freddie
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