A day in the life of Khayelitsha
Here is a selection of photos from our day in the life of Khayelitsha - enjoy.
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Here is a selection of photos from our day in the life of Khayelitsha - enjoy.
This gem of a reserve contains some of South Africa's most rare and endangered tree and plant species that are endemic only to this area. It also is home to the rare Cape Vulture. We hiked through the grasslands and down into the Umtamvuna River gorge which is amazingly steep. Fantastic hiking in this region - fun fun fun!
Following yet another dirt lane in search of a campsite close to the Umtamvuna Nature Reserve we come across a hand painted sign indicating camping at a farm close by. The gate is locked but I notice people in the farm yard and start to wave and call out to make our presence known. A woman lets us in and we ask her if we can camp on the property. She contacts the owners; a vet and his wife who works for animal protection. They say sure as long as we don't mind Buster the mastiff protecting us from the other 19 dogs, the geese, ponies, a pig, a persistent cat, guinea fowl and a host of other wonderful creatures. No problem we say immediately we are upgraded to a small cabin. We end up staying for a few days and could not help but think we were living at Dr. Dolittle's Farm!
One of our favourite guest house stays was with Jane and Jonathan Chennell. The farm has been in the family for almost 100 years and the surrounding landscape is beautiful. They are both fantastic ambassadors of Eshowe and introduced us to the many treasures of their village including the very special Dlinza forest and the fantastic cultural museum.
Nick and I visited an orphanage in a small Zulu village just outside of Eschowe. In front of one of the buildings I notice a group of boys huddled around a broken down bike. The teenager in the white shirt was trying to fix it with with very few tools and limited resources. I asked him about his bike and he smiled shyly and spoke quietly of his passion. He made me smile and I shared with him about our son Joey who makes his living through his bike passion. He looks at me with disbelief and a sparkle in his eye - maybe, just maybe, he can dream of the possibilities.
We ran out of ice for our cooler and the intense heat quickly soured our food. With guilt I threw away some leftover chicken. The next morning a woman comes by our campsite to empty our garbage can - she leaves. We met shortly thereafter in the washroom and she approaches me with the chicken I had thrown away and in poor english asks why I did not like it. With my eyes wide I try to explain the meat may be bad and could make her very sick. She tells me she is very hungry, says sorry and sits down on the floor with her bowl and eats.
This fantastic tree is only reported to grow in the Musina area of South Africa. Some are reported to be over 1,000 years old and they look like they are growing upside down. they have unbelievably massive trunks with thick branches shooting out the top that kinda look like they should be the roots. There is supposed to be a baobob reserve but we found that most of the trees, which grow sporadically, were inside fenced reserves that are private. So, we took the photo through the fences - say la vie......
We are the only car for hours on a very dusty gravel road when we finally come to the Platjan border crossing sign. It is a tiny nondescript place and the process was entirely stress-free. After letting ourselves through the gate we drive towards the Limpopo river which divides Botswana from South Africa and cross using a cement causeway that is so narrow it barely seems wide enough for our car. Once across we went through South African customs and immigration in no time flat. The experience reminded me of what traveling between countries was like before 911.
We follow a dirt road and it eventually comes to a very large dry river. We take a second look and find there is car stuck in the deep sand right in the middle. HELP! they call out - so, we push not just one car but two to the other side of the dry river bed. Ok they say now it's your turn - Nick and I look at each other chuckling and shake our heads back and forth saying no way in unison.
With only a tourist map of Botswana, we decide to travel to the Tuli Nature Reserve in the far eastern corner of the country. It is remote, sparsely populated and wild. According to our map it appears that camping in the area should not be too hard to find.
As the day progresses the road in places becomes almost impassable with our rental car. Slowly we make our way to a crossroad in the bush - there are three signs. To the right Molema Bush Camp, straight ahead Lentswelemoriti and to the left Tuli Safari Lodge. After trying all three directions we find out we missed the correct turnoff and need to backtrack. It is dark, we are tired, and thoughts of sleeping in the car are creeping into our thoughts. Determined, Nick backtracks until we find the right turnoff to Molema and once again we head down a dirt path. We pull up to a very small building and a man comes out. Can we camp here we ask. Yes let me show you campsite number four. Using the headlights of our vehicles we set up the tent, get a fire going, and slowly start to relax. We are the only visitors, there are no fences, we are told elephants and rhinos walk by en-route to the Limpopo River to drink water and if we hear anything just stay quiet and calm.......we wake up to find we are in the most beautiful campsite you could ever imagine.
Being so close to the border of Botswana we decided to travel to Serowe. Super friendly people and the local museum is a real gem - we learned about the culture, the political struggles, and the amazing story of Sir Sereste Khama; the first President of Botswana who married a white woman by the name Ruth Williams from the UK at a time when inter racial marriage was not acceptable. Their love story and life journey is fantastic. Since then, former president Festus Mogoa and the current president Ian Khamatwo and the famous author Bessie Head have all come from this community. Very impressive indeed!
As described in Mosetlha's bush camp booklet "named for the tree around which the lodge is built, the camp is family owned and run by Chris, June and Caroline Lucas, it is unfenced, rustic, intimate and offers a genuine wilderness experience...........the simplicity of comfortable beds in raised wooden cabins, oil lamps, safari showers and delicious bush fare prepared on the open fire offers the perfect mix of home comforts and the African bushveld." Carline is a warm and gracious host, Jonny is a wise and reserved guide and the experience was far more than I could have ever anticipated. AFRICA! AWESOME AFRICA.
Not far from where we are staying, in the San Talmo district, are wonderful restaurants and night clubs. So, we decide to celebrate with dinner on a balcony overlooking a city park where musicians are playing jazz - the sound wafts up. After dinner we find a club and find a couple dancing tango accompanied by one piano and accordion player. The dance is seductive, steamy, athletic and sooooooooooo beautiful to watch.
The directions to the clinic are vague, we arrive around 10:00 AM, the waiting area is dimly lit, hot and every seat is taken. We give our passports to security police who tell us to wait until our names are called. In a surprisingly short period of time a man in a white smock directs Nick and I into a very tiny room. In spanish he directs our attention to a note posted in english that states not to take any aspirin to relieve symptoms from the vaccine - before we can think to ask any questions about symptoms and precautions the needle is given and we are given our yellow fever certificates in espanol. Here's hoping all goes well!