I'm not sure if I'm the only one, but I always thought hippos were cute and friendly animals. Kind of goofy and funny characters, like the Queen Latifahs of the animal kingdom. Apparently that is a huge misconception and they're angry bitches yo. I was warned several times that hippos are one of the most dangerous creatures you can come across in the game reserves. So unfortunately we didn't roll around in the mud together or chase butterflies. Instead I kept a safe distance and just admired them from afar. We were lucky to see a little baby with its mother. So maybe they might be dangerous, but I still think they're cute and fluffy. (And this is probably how naive white folks get killed in the wilderness btw). On a lighter note; I absolutely love the Afrikaans word for hippopotamus: seekoei!!
Wednesday, 29 June 2011
I think one of the main things I will miss about South Africa is the colorfulness of the different sceneries. From the dark green mountains in the Drakensberg to the soft purple sunrises in the east coast. And not to forget the clear blue skies of Lesotho, also known as the Kingdom in the Sky. I'm realizing lately that I'm more western than I had originally thought. We're so used to things like laptops, wi-fi, public transportation (and central heating!!) being a given, that we sometimes forget that these are luxuries and not basic necessities. I'm not going to lie, I miss wireless internet and being able to move around as I please. But it all comes at a price unfortunately. Living in Rotterdam I feel like we lose touch with nature. Not only do we not see it, but we forget about it. Or at least I have. I was so tired last year of seeing grey buildings, grey subways and grey concrete floors. And although I do appreciate the perks of living in a modern city, I've missed being outdoors. I feel that constantly being surrounded by manmade structures sometimes brings your spirit down and it's essential to escape to nature once in a while.
I finally got a chance to do that in South Africa and I've absolutely loved it. The best thing I've done here is travel around and I really do feel that I'm a more calm and balanced person now. I think things like religion and spirituality seem like either a naive concept or a hype in the western world. But being in South Africa makes you see things in a different light. Surely there must be something bigger for such beautiful places to exist. And I couldn't help but feel grateful when I was on one of the highest tops of the Drakensberg Mountains, or watching the sunrise on the beach at Mdumbi or counting the endless stars in Mozambique. I wish I could share more than just pictures with all of you. I wish I could share the moments and the experience. But hopefully there will be many more in the future and some of them we might even experience together.
|The Amphitheatre at the Drakensberg|
|Beertje camping at the Drakensberg|
Thursday, 23 June 2011
You know you're a Disney fan when a warthog runs past you and you scream "OMG IT'S PUMBAA" like a little schoolgirl. Yeah. But honestly, any warthog that I encounter in life (seeing as clearly there will be many crossing my path) will always be Pumbaa to me. I have to say though, Pumbaa is looking a lot meaner in real life. Not so sure I'd be belting out Hakuna Matata with him anytime soon. Also, think there's a chance he would have eaten Timon.
Wednesday, 22 June 2011
I've never really liked monkeys. My mother used to take me to the zoo when I was little and I always tried to avoid the cages with the monkeys in them. They just seemed so conniving and angry. Frantically jumping up and down while shaking the bars of their cages and stretching their eager little hands out trying to steal things from people. Well, now that I think about it I guess I wouldn't be too happy either if I was stuck in a cage with rotten fruit on the ground and puddles of urine everywhere (trust me; been there done that). So my camping trip to Pilanesberg was finally a chance for monkeys and I to bury the hatchet. And what a success it was. I'm still not too crazy about baboons ("bobbejaan" in Afrikaans), but these little monkeys are the cutest!
Wednesday, 1 June 2011
When I had to leave the Netherlands in January, the most obvious change was the geographical move. Here we were, Beertje and I moving from a busy city in the Netherlands to a quiet smaller place all the way in South Africa. However, the biggest change entailed a move in an emotional sense. One which I had tried to prepare for but could not have understood until after it actually took place.
Truth be told, I never cared much for the Netherlands. I hadn't really warmed up to the place in the year and a half that I had been there and I might never for years to come. To me it's a temporary rest stop, a means to reach certain ends. And although I must admit that I've had amazing experiences there, I can't say that I've developed an emotional attachment to the country itself.
However, being away has made me realize that living in the Netherlands means something different to me than I had originally thought. It isn't just the land of cheese, cold weather and Beatrix; it's the land where the people that I love are. My close friends who have become like my family. The people I adore, trust and can always count on. Some of them teach, some of them sing, some of them draw, some of them make music, some of them stay up with me every night, some of them have been in my life since I can remember. Some of them are the best conversation partners and others make me laugh hysterically. But they are all unique in their own way. Trying to explain my friendships back home to people is futile, as there are no words that can do them justice. I already knew I'd miss them all dearly when I left. I acknowledged that I was lucky to have something which made saying goodbye so hard. Nevertheless, being gone for almost 5 months now I can say that I am even luckier to have something which makes saying hello again so wonderful.
At the same time, I didn't expect to meet people in South Africa that would come to mean so much to me in so little time. People who have opened their homes to me, who have made me a big part of their lives without any questions asked and who have showed me a lot of love and care. What a truly pleasant and fortunate surprise. If a person's life can be compared to a train moving forward through different stations with different passengers continuously hopping on and off then some of the people I've met here have just been temporary companions along the journey. They've accompanied me for the ride before they hop off at another station and embark on a new train. I might never see them again but they made the ride worthwhile for the time being. But a few of them have become so irreplaceable to me that they have been assigned a permanent seat on the train. I hope they never get off as I intend to have them be a part of my life for a long time to come. (And there have been others that I just want to push in front of a train, but this blog entry is not about that so let's carry on with the positive vibes shall we).
|Hiking trip at the Drakensberg|
How strange it is to fly across the world and meet people who are so much like you. How even stranger it is to not be able to imagine your life now without someone you didn't even know 6 months ago.
|baie liefde vir hierdie meisie <3|
I left the Netherlands a nervous girl with nothing to comfort her but a worn out bear. And as I clung on to that bear like my life depended on it the first weeks, I've found that no matter where you are, it's who you're with that makes it worthwhile. How lucky am I to have the most amazing people around me everywhere I go. To all of you, you are loved more than you would ever know.