Good bokkies

Trip Start Jul 19, 2009
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Trip End Oct 25, 2010


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Flag of South Africa  , Eastern Cape,
Sunday, February 5, 2012


It is 8 am and blazing hot, even in the shade it is unbearable and I am wondering if I will able to get used to it. I am indoors now, escaping the heat, which seems pretty ironic after days of wishing the rain would stop. 
 So still at Cintsa, though Dennis will be taking us back to Sabati later on. 12 o clock he said, but taking in account African time and the fact he was incredibly drunk last night, I am not banking on it. This is our forth day here and it seems to have been one ongoing party. I think I've had my share for the duration, but most likely more to come. Talk about the wilds of Africa, people dancing, stripping on the bar, cheered on by dozens of Brazilian girls, who seem to have invaded the place. I can now imagine what their carnaval must be like and also have mastered the basics of the Samba. And anyone who knows me knows I can't dance to save my life. The bartender abandoned ship and just threw the bottles of tequila into the throbbing mass, where it was poured straight into the mouths, heads back and mouths wide open, like little birds demanding to be fed.
 Enough. I want to get back to the peace and quiet, and can't imagine ever wanting a drink again.
 
The school project I hoped to visit didn't happen. Because of the rains only 9 of the 30 odd pupils turned up and there were more volunteers than children. Not so sweet, I was told, getting used to the volunteers, they are becoming bolder, realising their language is a great tool to have some fun with at the volunteers' expense. Hmm. Volunteering is a wonderful concept and becoming a booming business but it is sometimes hard to tell who is actually benefiting.
 
Anyway, Friday my friend Greig came and picked me up so that was my day sorted. We had a wonderful time at his farm, here at Cintsa, absolutely beautiful, we walked and talked and returned to a delicious Zimbabwean meal, prepared by Talent, a boy from that country. He stays with Greig, who apparently found him starving on the streets and took him in. He is like a housekeeper, doing all the housework, and gardening and helping Greig with his carpentry business. For me, this is still a strange situation, even though he gets paid. I spoke to them both about it and it suited them fine. Talent considered himself very lucky and enjoyed the work, he had no desire to venture out to town, meet girls and boys of his own age. And Greig is obviously fond of the lad and treats him with consideration and respect. Still, it is not a situation you would find in Europe. You live and learn.
 
We went to visit a local event yesterday. Walking, sponsored by the tomato farmers, it was called the tomato trot or something. I didn't realise we were actually going to join in, thankfully we did the short one, 5 km, and I was the only one in flip-flops and floaty skirt, my jeans hanging out to dry in the rain. I let myself slip back to the end of the group and enjoyed the relative solitude and nature. My friends were a little concerned but actually Rose and I try and walk about the same distance on a daily base in Amsterdam - it was a breeze. Once back we could claim our prize, a bag of tomatoes, only being one of the last, I got a smile and a back slap instead. Then the drinking began, and quite soon I began to realise that that was probably the main purpose of the whole thing. What is it with all the drinking?
 
I am watching the door to the veranda as monkeys think it's their given right to jump in and nick our bananas, you can't even shoo them away, they just give you this insolent look. Funny though.
Kasia just said we will be leaving later, due to people not being here in time or at all. We seem to have lost quite a few of the Brazilian girls......
 
Well, this is Africa, where nothing goes as expected or planned. Let go and enjoy the ride.
 
Looking forward to seeing the two little bokkies. Will they have grown? 
At least it's milk they have in their bottles. Good bokkies.........:)


PS  Thanks all for mails and comments. Will try and answer in time.
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Rui on

I can feel the Africa spirit in your text!

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