Wednesday, July 15, 2015

South Africa 2015

Usually when I head home I make sure to have packed in everything and anything into my near ending trip. 12 days in Buenos Aires last year left me satisfied and complete. Wow, is South Africa different. 

Everyone I spoke to before and during the trip couldn't believe I was doing SA in 9 days. I wasn't bothered, "I'm efficient" I said. I only hope those people walked away laughing at me, anything else wouldn't have made sense.

Luca, my official local tour guide extraordinaire, planned the trip ahead of time.  She sent me ideas and routes and I just nodded in agreement to whatever it was. In fact, I pretty much had no clue what I was walking into.  My two requests: wine and animals. There is something refreshing about coming to a place with zero expectations and seeing everything for the first time without any preconceived notions. 

If I even attempted to list everything we did my head would spin. But I can share some impressions, in no particular order: 

The racial differences throughout the country are stark. It seems as two worlds try to live in the same place at the same time but as I see it, the worlds live absolutely separately without even pretending to communicate with one another. One world is in cities full of life, restaurants and possibilities. Another (about 80% of the overall population) in slums made of metal siding, garbage bags and cloth waiting for the day the government comes in to kick them out. Every so often the Xhosa are told to leave their informal settlements or "townships" as they are called. But to where? There is no housing or opportunities so they pack up their few belongings and move to another area to start over.  If there was ever a place where education was so desperately needed, this is it.  Birth control is rare and as men work for minimal wages (annual family income is around $1800) women stay home and care for the kids. And the cycle continues, right? 

Not a single local engaged with me about politics (what a change from traveling in Europe!) In fact, it seemed as the American pop culture doesn't quite reach that far. Other than the random Taylor Swift song I felt like I was really really far away.

Parts of South Africa are just like the Bay Area. Gondola of Heavenly? Got it.  Forests of Tahoe? Of course.  Kalk Bay = Sausalito. Knysna = Monterey's Fisherman Wharf. Garden Route along the beach = Hwy 1. The comparisons go on and on. But of course the fun isn't in the similarities but in the differences. 

The Swartberg pass is a road after which one attaches a bumper sticker "I survived the Swartberg pass!!!" Indescribable beauty of mountains and complete silence once the car's engine is shut off. The only sound is of birds in the air. No pictures we took will ever do justice of the grandiosity of the pass or show how tiny two humans are against the rocks.

While at South Africa's #1 botanical garden Kirstenbosch I learned that Missouri has one of the best gardens in the world. Who knew? Next stop Missouri? I'll think about it. 

Things one can run into while driving on the freeway: people, turtles, kudus, baboons, cows, sheep, goats, horse and carriage. On the side of the road are ostriches, zebras, camels and springboks. Buzee!

Looking into Nelson Mandela's cell where he spent 18 years of his life makes you feel history. Anytime you travel you learn about the history of a place but this was different. Yes, it's important to know what happened in 1794 but it seems so far away. Learning about the apartheid and the events that took place at Robben Island in 1992 or 1995 feels like yesterday. I was alive for that. I immediately ordered a book written by Christo Brand. He was a prison worker who bonded with Mandela even though they were on the opposite sides of the fight.  I'm fascinated and I'm looking forward to reading it at home. 

Elephants are beautiful, gargantuan, kind animals. Until you see one walking by your car less than a meter away. And your windows are open. And he makes eye contact. Mommy, I was scared. 

When the Xhosa get married the man has to give the father of the bride a cow. Our tour guide for the Addo National Elephant Park impregnated his lady before marrying her. He had to pay the cow and much more for the extra damages.  I caught myself thinking "How is this possible? It's 2015. Cows? Damages?" But then I had to slow down and remember that just because we do something a certain way it doesn't apply to others. No matter the year. I feel like my ex owes my dad a cow. No? Too late? Darn.

Penguins are pretty amazing when they are out and about, frolicking on the beach.  I was a tad embarrassed to be so over the top excited about seeing them. I'm pretty sure they are like squirrels to locals but man, if I didn't photograph every single one. 

Cape Point is a dramatic spot where you are on top of a rock formation with Atlantic on one side and Indian Ocean on the other. Winds are insane and it's another spot where pictures would only show you half of the fun. That being said, Luca took some epic pictures that show none of the beauty and all of the wind. Scroll below. 

One amazing rooibos latte can change your life. I'll be chasing to find another to replicate it forever. Better yet, I'll come to Cape Town and get it again.

Speaking of... Wow, South Africans know how to eat. Of course, I've had a huge advantage of being with local 24/7 but no meal was mediocre. From the South African national dish of bobotie (I found a place in SF that has it!) to eating a traditional braai (BBQ of ostrich, kudu and pork) at a house of a local chef to exquisite dried mangos to oysters so fresh I could taste the sea every meal was memorable. Ok, this is where I bust out my "I'm from the Bay Area" card. We are food snobs. We have incredible food.  It's affordable.  It's everywhere. It takes a lot to impress me. And South Africa did it times ten. We ate when we weren't hungry because it was going to give me another opportunity to get fat err.... try something new. I made sure to try everything South African in sight. My birthday lunch was topped off with malva pudding and my birthday dinner with a milk tart. Damn right, it was my birthday and I could have two desserts if I wanted to! 

Caves. We must talk about the caves. The advertisement looked awesome but the pamphlet said that the tour was for lean people only. Umm, see paragraph above.  I decided to try it anyway. I could suck it in or something.  We were going through the instructions and how to navigate through the tiny openings (sliding, crawling, rock climbing) when the guide decided to tell us the story of a larger lady who got stuck for 11 hours. How they needed to lube her out. I was trying to make eye contact with Luca as in "get me out of here! I can't do this!" Yeah, she ignored me and I put on my big girl pants and did it. Wow, it was amazing. First of all, I fit. Second of all, we got a work out. And most importantly, it was super fun. RenĂ©e, I can't wait to hear your opinion. 

We toured an ostrich farm and those things are strong and scary. They are no one I'd want to meet in a dark alley but they taste good, so there is that.

We had a private tour of the Addo. Simni (yes, the one with the cow) drove Luca's car for 5 hours and we got the most incredible view of the animals. Everyone talks about South Africa's Big Five: lion, rhino, buffalo, elephant and leopard. Addo has the first four and we got to see buffalo and the elephants. No, we weren't sad about the lack of others. Rhinos are never seen (we weren't even allowed to know how many there were) and for a park that stretches 35 km south to north finding one of 11 lions seemed like a crazy game of luck. We saw kudus, warthogs galore, zebras, jackals, elands, vervet monkeys, turtles, birds and of course, the animals of the hour, elephants. 350 pictures later, I hope I captured some of their good sides.

One of unexpected highlights was the Tsitsikamma National Park. Try saying that a couple times fast. It's fun.  The foresty park is full of activities with beautiful waves hitting the rocks of the Indian Ocean and the gorge of the Storms River. I'd like to come and spend a week camping there. Kayaking, zip lining, relaxing and admiring its natural beauty. But instead, we spent about an hour hiking through the trails, walking over a suspension bridge (I didn't scream!) and having a picnic on the rocks looking out at the ocean.

This has been one incredible week where I only got to scratch the surface of this beautiful country. In my la-la fantasy land I'd like to come here for a month or two, have zero plans and see where the car and train take me.  Every turn, road and town has something to offer. Each park different from the one before. Landscapes change rapidly, you can't look away from the window. Wifi is crappy which is a bonus during vacations. People can't wait to show off their country and in turn, that makes you want to see it more and more. 

Four of the eight nights we stayed at different locations we found through airbnb. The website has changed the way I travel and there is nothing like staying at a stunning farmhouse or being invited for dinner with a local family, exchanging stories and laughs.  My favorite question this week was always "how do you two know each other? One is from Cape Town and the other from California."  We met in Argentina. We rented the same airbnb apartment in Buenos Aires and clicked. I can only hope to repay Luca some day and show off the country I call home. After all, it's the only country that would give me the opportunity to travel to South Africa. 













Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Yes, I miss him.

I didn't know how to start this entry so I sat on it for a couple of days. I still haven't figured it out so we'll see where this takes us. 

Out of nowhere I was asked if Remi lives with me. Where in the world would he live? My parents, they say, since I travel so much. 

I feel like it takes a lot to offend me.  To make me speechless. But that question did both instantaneously. Would I abandon my son? Send him to the other side of the country?  Is that what people think? The stereotypes of a mom stuck at home, cooking and cleaning apparently are alive and well! 

I'm often asked if I miss Remi when I travel. The question generally irritates me because it implies that I don't. The whole "there is no such thing as a stupid question" you were taught in school is complete bull. There are many idiotic questions and I field them daily at my job. But this one takes the cake.

The idea that I need to be with my son 24/7 is odd at best. He has a father, friends, activities, grandparents and many other things that keep him away from me.  When I look at my kid the words "sad, abandoned, poor thing" don't come to mind.  Maybe they should and I'm missing something? Fuck that.

During summers, we all went to dacha. A Russian summer home everyone had outside of the cities. We'd hang out for hours outside and play by the beach. Our parents didn't follow us nor did they text us every three minutes to see if we were ok. We played with neighbors, siblings and random people we met.  When I was 11, I taught myself how to "swim" in a local pool by myself. "Swim" is a big word, I just know how to flail my arms long enough not to drown. 

We went to sleep away camps. We made friends, slept with bugs and didn't call home. We had fun.

My son is lucky enough to have four very abled and involved grandparents. And a great grandma he especially requested to see today. He is so loved there that he can't wait to go to Michigan every summer. Way before June arrives, he talks about his daily Goldfish Swim School lessons, a week at camp (this year it's chess and tennis) and trips to the park.  Oh yeah, grandparents feed him ice cream every day too. 

Remi's grandparents are young enough to run around after him and excited enough to plan their summer vacations so that they can have him and I can travel.  This is my third summer away and I don't think he is a damaged kid. In fact, when I pick him up in August I know the first thing he'll tell me is the toys he got and how he fooled his grandparents into buying him pizza and cookies. Oh, to be a kid again.

Am I defending my actions? I guess I feel like I have to. I don't need to justify anything to anyone but the stupidity of the question was so profound it shocked me to the core. 

Yes, he lives with me. He also lives with his dad. Yes, I miss him when I'm away.  I'm sure his dad misses him too.  And when I travel, he gets to make amazing memories with his family and I get to see the world.  Win win for all, no?

And just for fun of it, Remi has been to 4 countries and 10 states. He'll be adding a 5th and 11th respectively before this year is out. He has been to Michigan 19 times.  He is 6. That poor child I always leave behind...

Monday, July 6, 2015

Vacation please?

What 24 hours! 

Yesterday after a pretty uneventful morning in Costa Rica, we were all ready to come home. I'm always nervous before flights no matter how short. When we loaded onto the plane to Miami for a 2 hour and 22 minute flight I had no clue that my plans for the next 24 hours would drastically change.  The pilot announced a few bumps on the way up and said the rest of the flight would be smooth. Boy, do his and mine definitions of a "few bumps" differ! As the plane was going from left to right and up and down, all I could tell myself was that the flight to Spain last year was worse. We eventually evened out and for the next two hours I chatted with two kids from my group. The weather was turning grey and the pilot announced that we will be landing a few minutes late. He then lowered the plane as he were landing but aborted the mission and we took off into the sky. That was a first! Later on he announced that he couldn't see the runway and we will try again later. If you've ever flown with me you know this is pretty much the equivalent of my hell. There is nothing I hate more than flying and I've always said my absolute worst nightmare would be getting dental work done while on a turbulent flight. Try again???  What the hell does that mean?! Why not do it the first time?! I started thinking of all the crashes that have occurred due to bad weather and all the ones we have no clue what happened. Yes, my mind is crazy.  This time we were trying from another direction. Before he got too low he changed his mind and we went to Ft Lauderdale. And what a landing that was. Smashed. Fell. Hit. I don't know what we did to that ground but we didn't land gracefully  We sat on the ground for an hour awaiting the improvement of Miami's weather. Oh wait, we ran out of gas too! If you know anything South Florida, then you know that Miami is about a 15 minute flight from Ft Lauderdale. We didn't have enough gas to fly for 15 minutes? That's some freaky shit, I bet I'd need two gallons or less of fuel to drive the distance.  

As we landed in Miami (only a slightly better version of the prior landing) our flight to SFO has left.  For the next seven hours, I worked to reroute 31 people back to SFO. Our group was broken up into three: direct, via LA and via Phoenix. Two adults in my group found a hotel for 31, no easy task on a July 4th weekend. The kids were amazing (at least to my face!), the adults rather frustrating. They didn't like being sent into the passport check line (instead of the computerized version), were tired, needed to know NOW when we were departing and such. I went into complete beast mode. Moving families around the different itineraries, dealing with highly irritated American Airlines workers, parents requesting their kid was on the first flight out, catching kids who were completely deleted from our reservation list and more.  By the time we all had our itineraries, it was almost 3 am. Out of 30 people one person said thank you. That stung a bit but I know everyone was exhausted and just too wrapped up in themselves to see what was happening around them. 

That night, I got four hours of sleep in four increments: 1 hr, 15 minutes, 1 hour, 1 hour 45 minutes. I met every group in the hotel lobby and got them to the furthest point I could. This let me know that I'd never want be a tour guide and that EF insurance is awful. Why didn't they do all the rerouting? What if I was a group leader who didn't know how to navigate this? Why didn't they book us the hotel? The whole thing was a bit of a nightmare but as usual, all is well that ends well.

Once all the groups were on their way I stayed in Miami. There was little point in flying home just to do laundry and pick up my South Africa bag. Yes, I'll miss the credit cards I specifically got for this trip, warm clothes, my SA book and tampons but life goes on.

Dziugas picked me up from MIA and Innetta and I loaded up the laundry. We had lunch at Whole Foods, I raided the store for winter weather clothes which was no easy task in 1) Florida 2) July.  Whatever is missing I can always get on the way but there was no way I was going to sit in the air for extra 9 hours for it. 

I got to meet Innetta's daughter for the first time and see her mom and brother. Last time I was in Florida Innetta was pregnant, how am I meeting a three year old?! Time flies.  

I went back to the airport, got an upgraded seat on the plane (didn't wear the heels for nothing!) and actually got some sleep in the air. If that isn't a sign of exhaustion I don't know what is.

Hopefully my vacation can officially start now?