Thursday, March 18, 2010

Spring Break 2010!

Spring break is here! Tomorrow morning I leave at 4:30 in the morning along with my tour group of twenty students for Cape Town International Airport where we’ll catch a flight to Johannesburg. From there we hop on a bus to Botswana. My tour guide is a professional game hunter named Bo. He’s the guy wildlife parks call when the animal populations get too high or when there’s a rogue lion that needs to be taken care of. I’m glad he’ll be the one in charge of my safety when I’m camping out in the wilderness. We spend one night at a campsite in Botswana before heading out to the Okavango Delta, one of the most beautiful places on the planet. We’ll spend about three days in the Delta, where we’ll hopefully see lots of wild animals, before heading out to the Chobe National Park. Chobe is the first national park in Botswana and has one of the highest concentrations of wild game on the continent. Hopefully I’ll have seen at least one of the ‘Big Five’ by the time we leave Chobe. The Big Five are the five top animals people hope to see in southern Africa. Hunters originally coined the term because the Big Five were the five hardest animals to hunt on foot. Seeing them is definitely a big deal. The Big Five are lions, African elephants, Cape buffalo, leopards, and rhinos. After a couple days in Chobe we’ll drive to Zambia where we’ll spend a few days at Victoria Falls. Victoria Falls is right between Zambia and Zimbabwe, and we’ll have the opportunity to travel into Zimbabwe if we so choose. There are a bunch of activities to choose from during the two full days we spend at Victoria Falls, such as walking with lions, a river rafting/cruise down the Zambezi River, and other things that I can’t remember. I’m beyond excited, and can’t wait for tomorrow morning to come! Wish me luck!

-Sarah

Saturday, March 13, 2010

New Pictures!

I added some pictures to the 'Cape Town' album, taken on an Friday afternoon hike on Table Mountain and the Old Biscuit Mill market this morning. Check them out! http://picasaweb.google.com/sarahcaldwell9/CapeTown#.

Saturday morning, Old Biscuit Mill, best sandwich EVER

Monday, March 8, 2010

It's a Wonderful Day in the Neighborhood

I live in the wonderfully dodgy southern suburb called Observatory. ‘Obs’ as its inhabitants so lovingly call it, is about a ten-minute minibus ride from downtown Cape Town and a five-minute drive from campus. Its main drag is Lower Main Road, a street similar to State Street in Madison. Lower Main is lined with shops, restaurants, clubs, bars, and the most unusual and random assortment of people ever assembled on a city street. My house is a three-minute walk from Lower Main.

Lower Main Road

There are some truly great places on Lower Main, here are some of my favorites:
-Cocoa Cha Chi: the place of wifi, chocochino crushes (frozen chocolate/coffee drinks), iced americanos, chocolate cakes (mentioned in a previous post), and the occasional real meal.
-Obz Café: a great restaurant if you’ve got a couple spare hours and an empty stomach. Obz Café is the first restaurant I ate at when I moved into my house. You’ll be tended to by the charming Annie, who coincidently works at the next place on my list as well.
-Corner Bar: not sure if this is the real name of this place, but that’s what we all call it. Corner Bar is usually the last stop on the late night train, complete with a funky bartender, five for R15 samoosas, and only a short distance to stumble back home.
-Florentine: not only a great café for a delicious meal but has two for one drinks in the evenings.
-The house of 17 of my friends: yes, there is a house of 17 study abroad students on Lower Main. Many of them go to Wisconsin, and all 17 of them are awesome. Much time is spent in that mega house.
-Stones: a laid back pool hall that also serves as the spot on Wednesday nights for many Observatory residents as well as UCT students, given its two for one drink specials from 10:00-11:00pm. It occasionally plays good music, but not as often as it plays bad music.

I live conveniently close to the Main Road, where you can easily hail a minibus to take you to Cape Town or to the mall, or to any number of places beyond and in between. More often, though, the minibus drivers tend to hail you as you try to walk down the street. My house is also no more than a five-minute walk to the wonderful Jammie Bus stop. Jammie Buses are these big blue buses that comprise the UCT transportation system. They’re free for all UCT students. Jammies are convenient in that they’re free, they take you up the steep climb to upper campus, and drop you off close to home. They’re inconvenient in that you might wait five minutes or fifty minutes for one to come depending on your luck (not great if you have a class to get to), and they tend to be hot and packed. Riding a Jammie is definitely an experience, and it’s better to ride a Jammie to campus than to walk the two miles. I also live very close to the train station. The trains are reliable here, and you can take them into the city or away to Muizenberg or Kalk Bay (where the infamous Cape to Cuba restaurant is). You can even take the train to Stellenbosch.

Obs in general has a great vibe, and I’m really happy to be living here. There is an unfortunate amount of crime, and I would never consider walking home alone at night. There have been some truly unfortunate occurrences involving UCT students in Observatory this year already, including one death, and they remind us to be vigilant. All you can really do is be smart and not flaunt your valuables or vulnerability. Obs residents have been working hard to make the area safer, and there is a visible presence of security guards patrolling the streets. Still, you won’t find a house without a front gate and fence and bars on all the windows. I think the term ‘fortress-chic’ would be appropriate for Obs, since in addition to these metal gates, there are beautiful gardens in almost every front yard with vibrant colored flowers that somehow manage to make themselves visible to passersby. To the left is a picture of a flower in my own front yard. 

The view from just outside my front gate. Table Mountain.

There is no lack of nightlife in Observatory. Dozens of bars are in the area and each attracts its own following. Stones I’ve already mentioned, but here are some others:
-Scrumpy Jacks: the local sports bar where many a night people pack the place to watch soccer.
-Bananajams: a new bar with a nice beach like outdoor area, soon to be explored more in depth considering this past weekend was opening weekend.
-Tagores: a hole in the wall where every night local bands and performers play to an eclectic group of listeners. Upstairs is a mix of Aladdin and Alice and Wonderland, where if you get your timing right makes you feel like you’ve fallen down the rabbit hole.
-Gandolf’s: yes, that is a LOTR reference. This little gem is where the alternative crowd gathers to mosh and cry and drink a little bit. For a really good time head next door to Mordor where you might, if you're lucky, make it out without being bit by someone who considers himself to be Dracula reincarnated. My friends and I stumbled upon this place late one night, much to our inebriated delight. 
-Mojo: a bar that is on my list of places to go, but I have never been able to convince anyone to go with me. I pass it on my walk to Lower Main every night, and it sounds like a total party. Someday, I’ll go to Mojo and when I do I’ll let you know how it is. 

A fifteen minutes walk from Observatory is the suburb of Woodstock, where every Saturday a truly amazing market is held at the Old Biscuit Mill warehouse. I first went to the market this past Saturday, and I’m making it my goal to attend as many as possible for the rest of my time here. Everything is local, fresh, and most of it is organic. You can easily do your week’s shopping at the market and you’ll be healthier for it. You can also eat at the many, absolutely delicious food stands. I had my first ostrich burger there, complete with caramelized onions and guacamole. Yum. I also had warthog, fresh honey, mozzarella, springbok, and the first true iced coffee I’ve encountered in South Africa. In addition to the food there are great clothing and goods markets. I bought a very pretty bracelet and was tempted to by dozens of various items of clothing and home goods. I restrained myself. I'll add pictures of the market next weekend, once my camera decides to stop running out of batteries at inconvenient times.

I’m sure there will be more to come about Obs in the future, given I haven’t even begun to scratch the surface on all that goes on in this neighborhood. As for now, the sun is finally down and it’s cool enough to go outside. Not much can get done when it’s in the 100’s for three days straight, except for when the sun sets!

-Sarah

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Garden Route Pictures!

I put up pictures from the Garden Route! Check them out: http://picasaweb.google.com/sarahcaldwell9/GardenRoute#.

Monday, March 1, 2010

The Garden Route

My friends and I made it safely to the Eastern Cape and back this weekend. We started off Thursday night around 5:30 in a wonderful red 1991 Nissan Sentra. The five of us piled in and took off for the town of Swellendam. The drive was beautiful, with rolling hills and a long sunset. The hills were too much for the little car, and it was a struggle to make it over some of them. This was a common theme throughout the trip. We took to singing ‘Push It’ by Salt-n-Pepa for encouragement on the really steep hills. The roads in South Africa, at least the on the N2, are exceptional. They’re wide, nicely paved, and well marked. They even have a built-in passing system that puts the US roadways to shame. When someone passes you and you’ve scooted over to allow them to, they flash their hazards as a thank you without fail. There are also not any highway patrol people around to give out tickets for speeding.

The backpackers in Swellendam was like going back to summer camp in Saugatuck, Michigan. It was a really nice spot, with a lot of land around it and hills not to far off. We stayed in a dorm-style room with about ten bunk beds. Everything about it reeked of summer camp. I loved it. We were only in Swellendam for about twelve hours before we set off for Plettenberg Bay. On the way we stopped at a really quaint roadside restaurant called the Blue Crane Farmshop for breakfast. We ate outside in the beautiful garden. Everything we ate came from the farm and it was delicious. I had fresh yogurt with fresh honey, fresh muesli and fresh fruit, fresh toast with fresh strawberry jam. Everything I ate was made on the farm and I could have bought it all at the little shop attached to the restaurant. I bought some honey and was tempted to buy out the whole shop. The picture is of fresh bread from the Farmshop.

Swellendam Backpackers

The view from our table at the Blue Crane Farmshop

After breakfast we drove to Mossel Bay, a lovely coastal town right off the N2. We wandered around the coast for a while, exploring the rocks and seashells. There was one rocky point that jutted out into the ocean a little and we decided to go out onto it. While posing for a photo, a wave soaked my friend Jess and me and I nearly lost my shoes. It was quite hilarious. Luckily we had more exploring to do outside and it was hot and breezy, so we were able to dry off somewhat fast. We climbed up a rocky cliff trail to a lighthouse and lookout point, where we saw dozens of strange rodents that resembled prairie dogs. We could get so close that we could have touched them. After Mossel Bay we drove to the town of Wilderness and stopped for a light lunch. From Wilderness we drove straight to Plettenberg Bay.

Beautiful Mossel Bay, and it's natural lap-swim pool.

Plettenberg Bay is possibly the nicest and least assuming coastal town I have ever been in. The people are all really nice and the town is gorgeous. It’s situated at the top of a hill overlooking the bay and the Indian Ocean. We got into town around 4:30 so we spent the evening at Nothando Backpackers, our home for Friday and Saturday nights. Nothando Backpackers was much more ‘hotel-ish’ than Swellendam, and our room was really nice. We shared a room with a couple from the UK who were two months into a yearlong world tour. They were finishing up Africa and heading to Asia, starting with China, in a couple weeks. Nothando Backpackers had a nice yard and a convenient bar, living room, kitchen, and movie room. The bartender, Eric, was very friendly and made great drinks. The resident dog, Sarah (see photo), was playful and super friendly. She made me miss my Roxy. The proprietor recommended the restaurant La Med to us for dinner. We chose it not only for it’s great seafood but because, since we were staying at Nothando, we each got a free glass of wine. Our meal was delicious. I shared a duck spring roll appetizer with my friend and had a seafood medley for an entrée. So good.

In the morning on Saturday we took off for the Bloukrans Bridge where we were scheduled for an 11:00 bungy jump. Bloukrans Bridge is in the Tsitsikamma Nation Park. We had to drive for about 45 minutes to get there. Along the way we passed a troop of baboons in the middle of the road, as well as the border to the Eastern Cape, and crossed the bridge itself. It was hard not to be nervous. When we got to the bridge, we checked out the lookout deck where you could watch people jumping. It was both terrifying, because I knew I would be jumping in no time, and comforting, because I could see dozens of people jump and survive. We registered, signed away our lives, and were weighed. I finally know what I weigh in kilograms. Then we got our harnesses. It was trippy getting harnessed in because it made everything seem real. The harness distinguished us jumpers from the sane people.

Bloukrans Bridge, next pic is a detail of the where you jump.

How it works at Bloukrans is you’re put in a group of about twenty people and then the group is led out to the bridge. Our guide was really funny, and joked that if we hesitated when it came time to jump he’d kick us off. There was a lot of nervous laughter. To get out to the jump area we had to cross this freaky walkway that’s about 200m long. Lots of people say that the walkway is the scariest part. It’s got a mesh bottom and you can see right through to the ground. Our guide didn’t fail to remind us that we would be jumping from the same height as the walkway. Once at the jump site everything set in. We received our final instructions and then the jumping began. There was already an order set up, so we just had to wait and be surprised as to when we would jump. My friends and I were in the middle of the lineup, so we had the comfort of watching other people in the group jump and come back up. I went after my friend Erin. It was so scary. I was really pumped all morning and was excited even in the jump area, so I was ready to go. Here’s the play by play. They sit you down and put these huge Velcro legwarmers on your ankles, and then the guy wraps a rope around the legwarmers and straps your ankles together with it. He explains how the rope works but you don’t pay attention because you’re about to jump off a bridge and that’s a hard idea to cope with. Then they ask if you’re ok. Once you say you’re ok they pick you up and help you to the edge, since your ankles are bound and you can’t walk. Then they attach the bungy cord to the rope and lift you to the very edge of the bridge. This is the ‘holy shit’ moment when you can’t even think about what you’re about to do or else you will back down. There are two guys on either side of you, and you have your arms around them. When they back away it’s scary, because you’re standing there on the edge with your arms held out completely exposed.  Then they scream ‘FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE, BUNGY!!!’ and you jump. How you jump is you bend your knees and spring off the edge with your arms out, just like diving. Falling is the most surreal feeling. I had four seconds of freefall before the cord kicked in. Then I bounced up twice more, so that means I fell three times. There was about a minute of dangling before a guy on a pulley came down to get me. Bungy jumping was so exhilarating. I would do it again for sure. All of my friends did it, as well as everyone in my group except for one guy who chickened-out twice even though his girlfriend jumped. Oh did I mention Bloukrans Bridge is the highest bungy jump in the world? 216 meters baby.

On the edge, about to be abandoned by my guys.

Falling

On my way back up, taken from the on bridge. You can  tell how high up we were. 

Right after the jump, posing with the crew. 

The rest of the day we were pretty tired, so we lazily explored Plettenberg Bay for a while. We found a really cool old church and cemetery. Around 5:00 we went to the beach and hung out for a while. It was a little too cold for swimming, so we walked up and down the beach and took in the gorgeous view. We made pizza for dinner and watched two fabulous movies, ‘As Good As It Gets’ and ‘Blood Diamond’.

On Sunday we drove into Tsitsikamma for a canopy tour. After bungy jumping, zip lining isn’t all that scary. We zipped ten times between these huge trees. One of them, the Yellowwood, is South Africa’s national tree. It was a very relaxing morning, even though we managed to get lost along the way. The guides were hysterical and we had sing-alongs on every platform.

After the canopy tour it was time to head for home, so we embarked on the seven hour drive back to Cape Town. I drove the whole way, and luckily I had my friend and trusty copilot Shawn to keep me company. The five of us snacked, sang, discussed, and joked our way through six hours of driving and then we ran out of gas…literally. No joke. We went looking for gas in one town and since it was Sunday and apparently nobody drives in South Africa on Sunday, the gas station was closed. We got about ten kilometers outside of the town when the car puttered and died on a hill. Luckily there was a large shoulder so we were able to pull over and hang out safely. Since there isn’t AAA in South Africa, we called the police. The conversation went something like ‘Ya, we’re stranded in our car on the N2 about 15km out of Bolt River. We ran out of gas. Ya I know we should have stopped. We’re stranded. No we’re not walking back to Bolt River because there’s no gas there. Ok the police are coming? Ok we’ll be here on the side of the road…waiting’. About ten minutes later two policemen came. We gave then R100 for gas and they came back with 5L. They were really helpful and told us we’d be able to make it to the next big city where there was a 24-hour gas station. Unbeknownst to us, 5L was just barely, if not less than, enough gas to make it 45 kilometers. Luckily, most of the drive was downhill so we were able to coast into the gas station while the tank was back on empty and the gaslight was back on. It was almost a very bad situation times two. Being stranded on the side of the N2 was kind of fun. I was super tired and needed a break anyways, and we had a ton of food so we were able to get our snack on while we waited. There was also a full moon Sunday night, and we got a spectacular view of it from the road.

The view from the side of the N2. You can see the red Nissan.

This weekend was awesome from start to finish. I had an amazing time and spent a surprisingly little amount of money, considering all that I did. Hopefully I’ll find myself driving along the N2 again someday. Maybe then I’ll bungy jump backwards…

-Sarah