We have finally started classes, volunteering, and clubs. Registration was an experience in itself, with everyone done by hand. We got preapproved for classes in the fall, but of course two of the three I was preapproved for overlapped and one was so late in the day it would exclude me from volunteering or participating in clubs. So I searched for other classes, and finally found a few that fit in my schedule. To register, we had to wait in line after line after line, as they do everything manually. Rows of chairs were set up for us to wind through until we could talk to an advisor who would then sign our registration sheet. Then we had to go to “data capture” where another person entered our classes onto the computer. It’s hard to believe that they have everyone here (over 20,000 students) register like this each semester. When it’s time to sign up for classes at school I think I’m going to be in shock at how quick—and electronic—it is.
Despite all the time it took to register for classes, I ended up having to change my schedule significantly and spent a significant part of the first week in the humanities building with the schedule change form. (I even tried to take Xhosa but when I found out how many clicks there were and how much class participation was involved, I looked for another class). Luckily I figured out my classes and they all seem pretty good. I’m taking a sociology class, Culture in the 21st Century. The professor is new to UCT, like us, but actually may know less about the school than we do. I’m also taking a political science course (the only one I’m getting major credit for), Advanced South African Politics. I don’t have the obvious advantage of being from South Africa or ever having taken a South African Politics class, but the subject matter is so interesting and the professor is great so it should be a good class. My last class is Introduction to Philosophy. One of my friends is convinced I’ll hate it because it’s too abstract, but so far it’s okay. Since it’s an intro level class, it’s mostly freshman, and UCT doesn’t cap classes, so there are literally 450 students. Almost everyone fits into the huge lecture hall, but everyday some stragglers are left to sit on the stairs. The schedule here is more like high school, with 45 minute periods. Because each class is so short, we have each class four times a week, but it goes by pretty quickly.
In addition to classes, we also started volunteering. I am working on two projects—one through SHAWCO, an organization through UCT and one through our study abroad program. For SHAWCO, I’m volunteering with SMART, a program that tutors math and science to high school students in the township Kahyletshia. I'm tutoring math to two 15 year old girls. At first they were shy, but by the end of the first session, they had opened up. The first lesson was on square roots, and asked questions like “what is the square root of 27 between?” and I could tell they were very confused. In the beginning, I struggled with how to explain the process of solving it, but soon I taught them to make a table (like a multiplication table but with only squares, like 1, 4, 9, 16, 25, etc), and then to find where 27 would be. By the end of the time, they were asking me to quiz them on it. I didn’t realize how rewarding it would be to know that they understood and were comfortable with that subject.
Because, apparently, the first week is the week to join organizations, I also went to a tennis club practice. Being very involved in tennis at school, I didn’t want to spend an entire semester here without playing, but I also didn’t want to commit a huge amount of time to an activity that I can when I’m back home. Luckily, I found a compromise in the tennis club. They practice a couple times a week, but there isn’t required traveling that would exclude me from experiencing Cape Town and traveling throughout the country. I’ve also met new hitting partners and found tennis as a great way to meet more African students.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Garden Route Road Trip
After orientation and before classes started, we had a week to explore, travel, and basically do whatever we wanted. A group of 14 of us decided to take a road trip down the coast of South Africa along the Garden Route. I assumed it was like the PCH of South Africa, but instead of seeing just beach, we literally passed through every type of landscape. We rented three cars for the 14 of us, and luckily they were all automatic. Having to drive a standard shift car on the other side of the road would probably be a little too overwhelming. We all drove for a part of the trip, and at first it was weird but after a little we all got the hang out of it. I was in a car with my friend Nicole from Bucknell, Michael and Matt from Princeton, and Matt’s surfboard tied to the roof of the car.
The first day, we drove to Jeffrey’s Bay, a small surf town about 800 km away from Cape Town. Our group (the A-team as we called ourselves) made it there in about 7 and a half hours, had dinner, and settled into our hostel. It was right on the beach and full of surfers. We spent the next day hanging out at the beach. The water wasn’t too cold, the beach was beautiful and practically empty and town had cute stores. That night, we went down the beach to “supertubes,” a surf spot for only the best surfers, to watch the sunset.
On Wednesday, we left Jeffrey’s Bay on our way to Plettenberg Bay, another small beach town. On our way, we stopped at Tsitsikama National Park and went on a beautiful hike to a waterfall. The hike turned out to be more of climbing over rocks than walking on a designated path, but all the views were amazing and we all went swimming in the waterfall. After the hike, we stopped at Monkeyland, a manmade reserve for hundreds of monkeys. We also visited Birds of Eden, a huge sanctuary with literally every kind of bird. We were impressed by the forest with beautiful, colorful macaws, but then continued through the reserve to find flamingos and cranes.
About 200 yards (or meters) after the animal reserves, we got a flat tire. We were a little concerned, seeing as we were in the middle of Africa, where Triple A does not exist, and no one in the car knew exactly how to change a tire. Luckily the boys figured it out pretty quickly and we were able to make it into Plettenberg Bay on the spare.
Thursday was the last day of our trip (we had mock lectures on Friday), so we explored Plettenberg in the morning then began the trip back. In the morning, we decided to go sea kayaking. It sounded great, until it started raining. Plettenberg is apparently in the midst of a drought, and there were signs all over our hostel informing us of this and advising us not to use excessive amounts of water. Apparently their drought ended during our sea kayaking. One of my roommates and I were in a kayak together, but just couldn’t get our paddling in sync. As the rain began to come down even harder, we seriously considered swimming back to shore in the shark-infested waters, but luckily, we made it back in one piece, and still in the kayak.
The drive home was a reality check—classes were starting on Monday and we our 3 week vacation in South Africa was coming to an end. However, while these weeks were great, it’s nice to have a consistent schedule and a routine again.
Our Car, with the Surfboard
The first day, we drove to Jeffrey’s Bay, a small surf town about 800 km away from Cape Town. Our group (the A-team as we called ourselves) made it there in about 7 and a half hours, had dinner, and settled into our hostel. It was right on the beach and full of surfers. We spent the next day hanging out at the beach. The water wasn’t too cold, the beach was beautiful and practically empty and town had cute stores. That night, we went down the beach to “supertubes,” a surf spot for only the best surfers, to watch the sunset.
Michael, Nicole, me, and Matt watching the Sunset at Supertubes
On Wednesday, we left Jeffrey’s Bay on our way to Plettenberg Bay, another small beach town. On our way, we stopped at Tsitsikama National Park and went on a beautiful hike to a waterfall. The hike turned out to be more of climbing over rocks than walking on a designated path, but all the views were amazing and we all went swimming in the waterfall. After the hike, we stopped at Monkeyland, a manmade reserve for hundreds of monkeys. We also visited Birds of Eden, a huge sanctuary with literally every kind of bird. We were impressed by the forest with beautiful, colorful macaws, but then continued through the reserve to find flamingos and cranes.
Our Hiking Group at the Waterfall
About 200 yards (or meters) after the animal reserves, we got a flat tire. We were a little concerned, seeing as we were in the middle of Africa, where Triple A does not exist, and no one in the car knew exactly how to change a tire. Luckily the boys figured it out pretty quickly and we were able to make it into Plettenberg Bay on the spare.
Thursday was the last day of our trip (we had mock lectures on Friday), so we explored Plettenberg in the morning then began the trip back. In the morning, we decided to go sea kayaking. It sounded great, until it started raining. Plettenberg is apparently in the midst of a drought, and there were signs all over our hostel informing us of this and advising us not to use excessive amounts of water. Apparently their drought ended during our sea kayaking. One of my roommates and I were in a kayak together, but just couldn’t get our paddling in sync. As the rain began to come down even harder, we seriously considered swimming back to shore in the shark-infested waters, but luckily, we made it back in one piece, and still in the kayak.
The drive home was a reality check—classes were starting on Monday and we our 3 week vacation in South Africa was coming to an end. However, while these weeks were great, it’s nice to have a consistent schedule and a routine again.
Activities in and around Cape Town
Everything in Cape Town is still amazing. After we finished orientation, we had more time to explore Cape Town for ourselves. Here are some of the highlights:
Opening of the World Cup Stadium: Okay, so this was an organized, group activity, but so cool. We saw a game between Ajax and Santos, two local teams, and even though I wouldn’t call myself an avid soccer fan, I love any live sporting event and it was amazing to see the spirit and passion of all the South Africans. The stadium was built specifically for this, and the pride for the stadium was amazing. The one downfall of the stadium was the fact that they not only allowed but gave away noisemakers called Vuvuzelas (essentially a horn that makes the worst noise in the world). Despite the annoying noise, they embody the spirit and excitement for the World Cup.
Minibus-taxis: Transportation may not seem like an activity, but the taxis here are truly an experience in themselves. In an effort to see local markets (see below), we decided to take these illusive minibus-taxis, which we had only seen and heard about, but never actually experienced. These minibus-taxis are extremely sketchy: they drive down Main Road yelling out their destination (“Cape Town” or “Wynberg” are the two most popular routes near us). If you choose to use this form of transportation, you squeeze in to an already-full van and pay anywhere from 3 to 8 rand to go to a destination, or at least as close as possible if your destination is not on Main Road. Each taxi has a driver who honks no less than 40 times a minute and a man who sit in the back yelling out the destination and collecting money. We completely underestimated the taxi. Within a minute, we were passing cars, grazing pedestrians, rolling over curbs, as well as stopping in a second for anyone who as much as blinks an eye at the driver or his assistant. Luckily we made it out alive, and even continue to take them.
Green Market Square and Long Street: Two of my roommates and I decided to visit this famous market and Long Street, a street famous for cute shops during the day and fun clubs at night. Having already experienced the nightlife, we decided to see it in daylight. The market was fun, with tons of vendors selling everything from keychains to bowls to paintings. Everything was so cool and colorful, I could have spent much more time (and money) than I did. But I’m sure we’ll be back.
Old Biscuit Mill: We just discovered this Saturday food/clothing market and plan on returning every Saturday. Originally a biscuit mill, every Saturday, about 50 food vendors gather for a market. Part of it is an expanded farmer’s market, where they sell every kind of pesto and olive and cheese, and many stands make food in front of you. They have a stand that makes an amazing chicken sandwich and the smoothies were also great. There’s a tent full of little vendors with jewelry and cute, trendy clothes.
Rugby Game: We went to a rugby game between the Cape Town Stormers and the Australian Waratahs. Our program director sent us an email reminding us to wear black to support the home team. I put on a black tank top and a black cardigan (I felt color on color was appropriate if I was rooting for the home team) only to discover the Stormers’ colors are navy and another color that isn’t black. As if we don’t look foreign enough, a mob of American exchange students is sitting at a rugby game and everyone is wearing black. Before the game, I felt like I was fairly knowledgeable about rugby from having a team at my high school and college, but I learned that was not the case. I knew a try was the word for touchdown, and the circle all the guys get in is a scrum, but the game moved much faster than I was expecting. All of a sudden, the crowd would erupt in cheers, and we would sit there confused, trying to mimic their enthusiasm. The game turned out to be very exciting, the Cape Town team won 27-6.
Muizenberg: Because of the great weather, we decided to explore the beaches. One day, thinking we had the afternoon free, 5 of us went to Muizenberg, a beach about 45 minutes away. We took a cab there, only to find it overcast, windy, and cold. First attempt: fail. A week later, we returned, this time by train, and this time, it was beautiful. The water was a little cold, but the sun was shining and we were able to see and appreciate the cute beach town. Second attempt: success.
Peninsula Tour: We took a bus tour organized by the overseas office, where we saw parts of Cape Town we hadn’t seen. The beaches were beautiful and we got to see penguins (even though they were smaller than the emperor penguins)! However, the best part was going to Cape Point and hiking down to the Cape of Good Hope. The hike was along a cliff above the water, and we stopped about every 10 feet to take a picture. When we got to the Cape of Good Hope, we were typical tourists and took pictures with the sign. Some people claim this is where the Atlantic and Indian oceans meet, but this is widely disputed. It’s better known as the most southwestern point on the African continent.
V & A Waterfront: The waterfront is an upscale shopping area next to the water that is a hotspot for tourists. Most hotels are there (as well as one the one I stayed at a few years ago when I came here with my family), along with a huge mall, tons of restaurants, and a few craft markets. Always looking to do a craft, my friend and I explored the craft market and picked up some string and bracelets to make bracelets. We also went to the aquarium and saw the different exhibits. They had a penguin exhibit and a huge tank with sharks, turtles, and eels. They also had a tank of clown fish with a cylinder that we could stand in and pretend we were in the tank. It was probably made for people half our age but it was still fun.
Kirstenbosch Gardens: On Valentine’s Day, we went to the Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens for their weekly Sunday Summer Concert. The band was the winner of “South African Idol,” and mostly sang covers of songs by people like Shania Twain that were once semi-popular in America. The gardens were amazing with so many trees and flowers and a perfect view of table mountain behind the stage.
p.s. thanks Raquel for (most of) the pictures!
Opening of the World Cup Stadium: Okay, so this was an organized, group activity, but so cool. We saw a game between Ajax and Santos, two local teams, and even though I wouldn’t call myself an avid soccer fan, I love any live sporting event and it was amazing to see the spirit and passion of all the South Africans. The stadium was built specifically for this, and the pride for the stadium was amazing. The one downfall of the stadium was the fact that they not only allowed but gave away noisemakers called Vuvuzelas (essentially a horn that makes the worst noise in the world). Despite the annoying noise, they embody the spirit and excitement for the World Cup.
The New Cape Town Stadium
Minibus-taxis: Transportation may not seem like an activity, but the taxis here are truly an experience in themselves. In an effort to see local markets (see below), we decided to take these illusive minibus-taxis, which we had only seen and heard about, but never actually experienced. These minibus-taxis are extremely sketchy: they drive down Main Road yelling out their destination (“Cape Town” or “Wynberg” are the two most popular routes near us). If you choose to use this form of transportation, you squeeze in to an already-full van and pay anywhere from 3 to 8 rand to go to a destination, or at least as close as possible if your destination is not on Main Road. Each taxi has a driver who honks no less than 40 times a minute and a man who sit in the back yelling out the destination and collecting money. We completely underestimated the taxi. Within a minute, we were passing cars, grazing pedestrians, rolling over curbs, as well as stopping in a second for anyone who as much as blinks an eye at the driver or his assistant. Luckily we made it out alive, and even continue to take them.
Green Market Square and Long Street: Two of my roommates and I decided to visit this famous market and Long Street, a street famous for cute shops during the day and fun clubs at night. Having already experienced the nightlife, we decided to see it in daylight. The market was fun, with tons of vendors selling everything from keychains to bowls to paintings. Everything was so cool and colorful, I could have spent much more time (and money) than I did. But I’m sure we’ll be back.
Green Market Square
Old Biscuit Mill: We just discovered this Saturday food/clothing market and plan on returning every Saturday. Originally a biscuit mill, every Saturday, about 50 food vendors gather for a market. Part of it is an expanded farmer’s market, where they sell every kind of pesto and olive and cheese, and many stands make food in front of you. They have a stand that makes an amazing chicken sandwich and the smoothies were also great. There’s a tent full of little vendors with jewelry and cute, trendy clothes.
Vendors at the Old Biscuit Mill Market
Rugby Game: We went to a rugby game between the Cape Town Stormers and the Australian Waratahs. Our program director sent us an email reminding us to wear black to support the home team. I put on a black tank top and a black cardigan (I felt color on color was appropriate if I was rooting for the home team) only to discover the Stormers’ colors are navy and another color that isn’t black. As if we don’t look foreign enough, a mob of American exchange students is sitting at a rugby game and everyone is wearing black. Before the game, I felt like I was fairly knowledgeable about rugby from having a team at my high school and college, but I learned that was not the case. I knew a try was the word for touchdown, and the circle all the guys get in is a scrum, but the game moved much faster than I was expecting. All of a sudden, the crowd would erupt in cheers, and we would sit there confused, trying to mimic their enthusiasm. The game turned out to be very exciting, the Cape Town team won 27-6.
Raquel, me, and Christina at the Rugby Game
Muizenberg: Because of the great weather, we decided to explore the beaches. One day, thinking we had the afternoon free, 5 of us went to Muizenberg, a beach about 45 minutes away. We took a cab there, only to find it overcast, windy, and cold. First attempt: fail. A week later, we returned, this time by train, and this time, it was beautiful. The water was a little cold, but the sun was shining and we were able to see and appreciate the cute beach town. Second attempt: success.
Colorful Huts at Muizenberg
Peninsula Tour: We took a bus tour organized by the overseas office, where we saw parts of Cape Town we hadn’t seen. The beaches were beautiful and we got to see penguins (even though they were smaller than the emperor penguins)! However, the best part was going to Cape Point and hiking down to the Cape of Good Hope. The hike was along a cliff above the water, and we stopped about every 10 feet to take a picture. When we got to the Cape of Good Hope, we were typical tourists and took pictures with the sign. Some people claim this is where the Atlantic and Indian oceans meet, but this is widely disputed. It’s better known as the most southwestern point on the African continent.
Hannah and me at the Cape of Good Hope
V & A Waterfront: The waterfront is an upscale shopping area next to the water that is a hotspot for tourists. Most hotels are there (as well as one the one I stayed at a few years ago when I came here with my family), along with a huge mall, tons of restaurants, and a few craft markets. Always looking to do a craft, my friend and I explored the craft market and picked up some string and bracelets to make bracelets. We also went to the aquarium and saw the different exhibits. They had a penguin exhibit and a huge tank with sharks, turtles, and eels. They also had a tank of clown fish with a cylinder that we could stand in and pretend we were in the tank. It was probably made for people half our age but it was still fun.
The V & A Waterfront, courtesy of Google Images
Kirstenbosch Gardens: On Valentine’s Day, we went to the Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens for their weekly Sunday Summer Concert. The band was the winner of “South African Idol,” and mostly sang covers of songs by people like Shania Twain that were once semi-popular in America. The gardens were amazing with so many trees and flowers and a perfect view of table mountain behind the stage.
Our Picnic at Kirstenbosch
p.s. thanks Raquel for (most of) the pictures!
Moving In
For the first few days, before we moved into our house, we moved into a set of UCT dorms. The next few days were full of organized activities, speakers, and ice breakers. We were able to explore the area around school (called Rondebosch) and learn more about the campus, including the 25 minute hike required to reach it. In groups of about 10 people, we participated in the well-planned “ama-zing race,” a scavenger hunt around campus. Unfortunately, this happened to be the hottest day since we had been here, and we had to trudge around campus looking for buildings we didn’t know existed.
After four days in the dorm, we moved into our houses. We have an awesome location, a few minutes away from Main Road with restaurants and the grocery store, and walking distance to campus. We also have a great house, there are 30 of us divided between a 12 person house and a duplex with 8 downstairs and 10 people upstairs. I’m in the bottom floor with 4 other girls and 3 guys. Our duplex is brand new, and looks like a modern, Ikea loft but with dorm rooms. Everyone has their own room, mine has one bright red, brick wall, and came furnished with a bed, desk, nightstand, and dresser. It’s really fun to live in such a social environment, and it’s been great cooking house meals and just sitting and talking to people in the living room. Once we moved in, it really hit be that we would be spending the next five months here, and I’m happy to call this home.
During our first week, we had a few more organized activities. Most were becoming repetitive, as we just wanted to get out and explore by ourselves, but by far the most interesting was the tour of sites where we could volunteer throughout the semester. Until this point, we really only saw the developed side of Cape Town, but the townships acted as a reminder that much of South Africa still has a lot of progress to make. Just a few minutes outside of the city, miles and miles of houses spanned next to the freeway. These “houses” were more like shacks, they had weak wood frames and tin roofs held down by cinderblocks, ropes, and tires. Most of these townships don’t even have running water, and it was a sad reminder of the reality that so many people live like that.
After four days in the dorm, we moved into our houses. We have an awesome location, a few minutes away from Main Road with restaurants and the grocery store, and walking distance to campus. We also have a great house, there are 30 of us divided between a 12 person house and a duplex with 8 downstairs and 10 people upstairs. I’m in the bottom floor with 4 other girls and 3 guys. Our duplex is brand new, and looks like a modern, Ikea loft but with dorm rooms. Everyone has their own room, mine has one bright red, brick wall, and came furnished with a bed, desk, nightstand, and dresser. It’s really fun to live in such a social environment, and it’s been great cooking house meals and just sitting and talking to people in the living room. Once we moved in, it really hit be that we would be spending the next five months here, and I’m happy to call this home.
(almost) Everyone in our House!l
During our first week, we had a few more organized activities. Most were becoming repetitive, as we just wanted to get out and explore by ourselves, but by far the most interesting was the tour of sites where we could volunteer throughout the semester. Until this point, we really only saw the developed side of Cape Town, but the townships acted as a reminder that much of South Africa still has a lot of progress to make. Just a few minutes outside of the city, miles and miles of houses spanned next to the freeway. These “houses” were more like shacks, they had weak wood frames and tin roofs held down by cinderblocks, ropes, and tires. Most of these townships don’t even have running water, and it was a sad reminder of the reality that so many people live like that.
Changes
The first week was full of adjustments, from the time change to the landscape. I arrived into the Cape Town airport after literally 34 hours of traveling to find a group of people wearing orange and black shirts yelling in excitement for my arrival. I soon learned these would be our RAs. I met some other people on the program (unlike apparently everyone else on the trip, I didn’t travel with or meet anyone on the plane), and had literally the same conversation with everyone, with “where do you go to school?” immediately following introductions. While USC is actually the best-represented school here with 19 students (out of 160), I didn’t know all of them before coming, and most people on the program are from the east coast. Though USC attracts students from all over, I was surprised at the number of people from Boston, New York, etc, and how many small, liberal arts, east coast colleges I had never heard of. I guess that’s the consequence of not applying east of Arizona.
The first week was definitely a change. 1. South Africa is 10 hours ahead of the west coast, which makes communication extremely difficult. Contributing to this, we had no internet in the dorms, and extremely unreliable internet in our houses. 2. They drive on the left (aka “wrong”) side of the road, which can get very confusing, especially while crossing streets. They also don’t seem to have the same qualms American drivers do about hitting pedestrians. 3. Everything takes a longer here. Despite being in a very developed part of Africa, we are still in Africa, and we are in a third world country. We’ve learned that “we’re leaving now,” doesn’t mean “now,” but rather, “now now,” which can be anywhere from about 15 minutes to an hour or more. 4. The seasons are reversed. And there are more season here in one day than there are in a year in L.A. I (gladly) left 40 degree weather at home to come to 70-80 degree weather (aka perfection) daily.
One of the most drastic changes we have all had to adjust to is reality of living in a city with such high poverty, unemployment, and crime. I felt like I would be prepared coming from downtown Los Angeles but really nothing can fully prepare you. We essentially cannot go anywhere alone, especially at night. We have a gate around out house, with both barbed and electrical fencing. We also have a security guard at night for additional protection. We frequently hear about pick pocketing, but luckily nothing worse has happened (knock on wood). We have to remember to be extra vigilant and aware of our surroundings. We are adjusting, but it’s still hard, especially being a girl, because of the lack of independence.
The first week was definitely a change. 1. South Africa is 10 hours ahead of the west coast, which makes communication extremely difficult. Contributing to this, we had no internet in the dorms, and extremely unreliable internet in our houses. 2. They drive on the left (aka “wrong”) side of the road, which can get very confusing, especially while crossing streets. They also don’t seem to have the same qualms American drivers do about hitting pedestrians. 3. Everything takes a longer here. Despite being in a very developed part of Africa, we are still in Africa, and we are in a third world country. We’ve learned that “we’re leaving now,” doesn’t mean “now,” but rather, “now now,” which can be anywhere from about 15 minutes to an hour or more. 4. The seasons are reversed. And there are more season here in one day than there are in a year in L.A. I (gladly) left 40 degree weather at home to come to 70-80 degree weather (aka perfection) daily.
One of the most drastic changes we have all had to adjust to is reality of living in a city with such high poverty, unemployment, and crime. I felt like I would be prepared coming from downtown Los Angeles but really nothing can fully prepare you. We essentially cannot go anywhere alone, especially at night. We have a gate around out house, with both barbed and electrical fencing. We also have a security guard at night for additional protection. We frequently hear about pick pocketing, but luckily nothing worse has happened (knock on wood). We have to remember to be extra vigilant and aware of our surroundings. We are adjusting, but it’s still hard, especially being a girl, because of the lack of independence.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Welcome to Africa
As I enter a completely new phase of my life, the theme of my blog is shifting as well.
It’s been…
2 months since I finished finals at school.
2 months since I left for Europe
1.5 months since I got back from Europe
1 month since I left for Cape Town
3.5 months until I’m back in the U.S.
I can’t believe any of these numbers, especially the last two. Just one month ago I was stressing about fitting all of my clothes into two 50 pound (or 22 kg) suitcases, and now I’m fully settled into Cape Town. It’s been an eventful month—so much so that no blog post will do it justice, but I’ll try anyway. I’m sorry in advance for long and possibly scattered entries, I’m basing everything off of my journal entries, pictures, and a calendar.
So here it goes, my semester abroad in Cape Town. T.I.A. (THIS IS AFRICA).
Warning: This city is so amazing and my experience so far has been so incredible that no blog, picture, or even description can fully convey everything. That being said, I’ll do my best.
It’s been…
2 months since I finished finals at school.
2 months since I left for Europe
1.5 months since I got back from Europe
1 month since I left for Cape Town
3.5 months until I’m back in the U.S.
I can’t believe any of these numbers, especially the last two. Just one month ago I was stressing about fitting all of my clothes into two 50 pound (or 22 kg) suitcases, and now I’m fully settled into Cape Town. It’s been an eventful month—so much so that no blog post will do it justice, but I’ll try anyway. I’m sorry in advance for long and possibly scattered entries, I’m basing everything off of my journal entries, pictures, and a calendar.
So here it goes, my semester abroad in Cape Town. T.I.A. (THIS IS AFRICA).
Warning: This city is so amazing and my experience so far has been so incredible that no blog, picture, or even description can fully convey everything. That being said, I’ll do my best.
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