Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Coming To America

So this is it guys. I've been home now for almost 3 weeks and I still haven't gotten back into the swing of things. My flight home was long, tiring, I slept for almost 15 hours. Leaving was hard and emotionally draining. So many students from our group decided to spend their summers in Cape Town doing research so it was a bit sad to leave without so many of them. I wish I could have stayed longer but internships call...

Thank you to all of you that came along for this crazy ride through South Africa with me. I appreciate each and everyone of you that chose to read my blog. I've never been more self-reflective and critical about my own experiences so it was kind of cool to be able to let that all out.

This blogging thing is kind of cool, I think I have a new hobby ;-) But, until next time Blogspot. I'm so glad I'll have this little online journal forever so I'll never quite forget how awesome South Africa is/was to me. But unfortunately, this is where our journey ends, for now at least...

Love,
Britt

& this picture is what you call separation anxiety... (It was taken right after our final presentations as we attempted to reenact our first day walking to class together)



Tuesday, June 12, 2012

"Good Hearted People"


So I know I mentioned briefly that the other students in my Cape Town group were pretty amazing, but today truly solidified that for me. We had our final presentations in our Service Learning class and each student had to present for 10-15 minutes about what they have gotten out of this entire Cape Town experience. Let’s just say I cried on at least half of them. I feel so honored to have been in a group with so many genuinely kind and service-oriented students. It was clear that regardless of who we all were when we arrived in South Africa on April 4, we were leaving, not necessarily as transformed beings that looked at the world in a new way, but just as students with new insight and the ability to adapt to places that may be completely foreign to us. Since there’s no way I can go back and give a recap of each student’s individual presentation, I will now like to add what I thought were some of the highlights. To conclude, I’ll describe my own presentation, which pretty much highlights my ups and downs of being in Cape Town.

During his presentation, Parth said something that I couldn’t agree with more. When describing what the other students had meant for his time here, he said, “The Cape Town program truly does attract a certain type of person.” There are a variety of reasons why university students choose to leave their home country and spend time studying abroad. I can say that for this group, that underlying reason was because we are truly hoping to use our agency to create a difference in the world we live in. I can’t think of how many times our professors here have told us how different our group dynamic was from most others. They noticed we had formed a close bond and really engaged with communities, classes, and the local people we met. We didn’t let our preconceived notions of what we thought South Africa was “supposed” to be influence the things we took away from this trip. I know it is so easy for people from overseas to come to a developing country with the intent of giving or serving others, but I do think our group sought and received reciprocity. There was an exchange that took place when we went to our service placements. We got to know them, allowed them to ask us questions about our lives, about our country, and we took just as much away from the communities here as we left behind. There was a level of trust that formed amongst us through our group Spotlights (each student gets the spotlight on them to share their life story with everyone else), and through that trust we leaned on each other to help deal with the various emotions we’ve experienced in the past 3 months. So, when they say that Cape Town, the only study abroad program with a public service focus,  attracts a particular type of student, I could not agree more.

Francisca’s presentation was another highlight of my day. She got up to present and immediately forced us all out of the classroom and outside into a larger, more open space. If you’re wondering, our presentations could be in any form we chose. There weren’t any particular guidelines besides give a 10-15 minute presentation about what you’ve learned during your Cape Town journey. Back to Franny, we all went outside and she made us form a large circle. She pulled out her notebook and a big roll of yarn and began reading how different people she’d met in her life had helped create the interconnected, multi-faceted person she is today. She simply read sentences about old teachers, family members, our Cape Town tour guide, etc., and the things she had learned from each of them. As she read each example, she would hand the roll of yarn to someone on the other side of the circle. In the end, it was one “big jumbled mess” as she phrased it, but I could definitely understand what she meant by that. We are all just a big, jumbled mess of past experiences, hurts, joys, and these are the things that help shape our existence. There is probably a name for this activity. I’m sure I’ve seen it in like an icebreaker or something, but for now, Franny’s “Big Jumbled Mess” will do. I loved it!

Another highlight, seeing all of our community partners inside this room to watch their student’s presentation was amazing. Some of them expressed so much gratitude about what our time at their organization had meant to them and it was so wonderful to hear how much of an impact we’d made. Of course we had learned, grown, and felt appreciated but it was nice to hear that feedback come from them directly. Just to know what some of the community partners had to do to even make it to our side of town where the Stanford Centre is located meant the world to us.

Kathryn included something in her presentation that I’ll never forget. She used a picture from Ghandi’s house in South Africa we’d visited in Durban and on that picture was a quote by Ghandi she felt she could relate to. I think most of us could. It said, “It was after I came to South Africa that I became who I am today.” For me personally, I can definitely say this experience has been one I will never forget. Kathryn mentioned how this entire trip a lot of us had been waiting for a big, transformative moment to come to us in which we finally were able to realize the answer to these major social issues we’d been grappling with. However, for most of us, there was no specific moment like that. Rather, our entire time had been small pieces to the puzzle. And although we may not have found any concrete answers, just the fact that we were hoping and searching for one says so much.

Rachel’s beautiful singing of the song, Thula Sizwe, which means “Be still country, Do not cry”, Parth and Irene’s movie that represented Etefani, Aliza and the Purple Crayon, Allie making us listen to the song, “Keep Your Eyes Open”,  Hannah showing us the value of reflection… All of these moments plus many more are what made this day of final presentations, probably my favorite this entire quarter. I thank each and every one of the students for sharing their journeys with me. I even thank those that made me cry (about 8 or 9). This day was so transformative for me and I can’t describe how awesome it felt to be a part of it.

As promised, I’ll share what I did for my own presentation. I was the last one of all 22 students to present and I was NERVOUS! It was 4:00pm (we started at 9:00am), everyone was tired, and it was time for me to somehow put into words all that I’d gotten out of my time in Cape Town. Since I was last I felt a bit of pressure to try and find a way to conclude things for everyone since it only seemed right. I walked up, took my oath that Torie made me say (promise not to break down and cry), and taped a huge piece of paper to the board. I began by repeating the first assignment we ever had to complete on our first day of Service Learning class: making a timeline of our life highlighting three significant events or learnings that had taught us something. I blogged about this earlier in the quarter so if you don’t know what events I included, feel free to read my earlier posts and find it… ;-) I explained to everyone why that event had been so important for me, therefore I decided to replicate it for my final presentation. I made a timeline of my time in Cape Town. I highlighted the Garden Route trip, my first day at the orphanage, and the very first event on there was the day I arrived. Those three events had been so crucial for me because they all provided things for me to turn back to later in order to evaluate where I started and where I was finishing this journey. So, I simply returned to my blog and took my thoughts from the beginning and read them to the entire room. I felt that would be the easiest way to give them an honest look at my preconceptions about the students, about service, and about me being in South Africa.

Garden Route

“It all started on the Garden Route trip where I was quickly introduced to this amazing group of students… Throughout it all, my favorite moment had to be at the braai where everyone shared what they were hoping to get out of this experience in Cape Town. All of our responses had to do with escaping from the pressures and expectations we face on campus and at home. We all just want to enjoy life and live in the moment. All of the students mentioned how important public service was to them, which they didn’t really have to say. Something tells me I’m with the right group of students on this trip. Nothing but good times ahead.”

This is an excerpt from one of my first blog posts. I hadn’t known the other students for an entire four days and already, this is what I thought of them. I was dead on when I said “Something tells me I’m with the right group of students on this trip.” By my final days in Cape Town, I’d realized just how much the other students had helped shape my time here. From hiking Table Mountain to even dinner conversations, they had all been so encouraging, engaging, and just amazing confidants. I told Hannah how much her talking me through the letterbox at the Cango Caves, where I had a panic attack because I just knew the guide would have to “come cut down the whole cave” to take me out of that thing, had meant to me. Those are some of the moments I will always cherish.

It’d truly been an honor to be in Cape Town and learn from all of the other students. I sincerely thanked them for being amazing. Finally, I shared a little story. The previous week Torie and I had taken a trip to the mall to finish up our souvenir shopping. On the way home, we called our reliable Excite Taxi company and requested a cab. When the driver got there he asked us our address and after giving it to him he replied, “Oh you guys are with the group of American students.” We told him yes and he replied, “I have a nickname for you all, it’s the good-hearted people.” In that moment I knew our time in Cape Town had not been in vain. We’d made a difference without even trying to. & if the taxi driver knew it, there’s no telling who else we’d touched during our time here.

Linawo Children’s Home
Then, I switched gears and focused on what I’d gotten out of my service experience at the orphanage. In an early blog post, I wrote:

Our time here is extremely short and will be over before I know it, but I am dealing with children who have been abandoned by their own parents. I do not want to be another person who comes into their lives for a short period, forms a relationship, and then they never see me again. These concerns have led me to promise to never forget about them once this program is over.”

These were my thoughts before starting to volunteer at the Children’s Home. I knew I wanted to make a lasting difference in the kids lives, but I guess I just didn’t really know how to go about doing that. The children at Linawo taught me what it means to truly use your agency to come out of the victim status. They showed me how to be resilient. The way they just spring back after enduring such pain and tragedy is truly a guide for how I want to live my life. I never look at myself as a victim. I’ve had a very good life and I have to not let the sad moments define me. I've been blessed with opportunities that some people can only dream about and for that I am enternally grateful. Being here in a country where most people live with so little I am realizing how rich I am in earthly possessions.

Most people would never guess all that those children have been through. Some were left in toilets, one is HIV positive, another has Fetal Alcohol Syndrome and can no longer write his own name or read a book…This list could go on forever with all that they have endured at such a young age. However, these kids were never sad or depressed when I showed up to volunteer. They chased me around the house, on the soccer pit, and just taught me what it really means to not let your circumstances define you. The kids at Linawo are a lively bunch and if they can find a reason to wake up every day and smile, then so can I. Only through reflecting on my relationships with the children was I able to figure out the idea of service learning that I am leaving with. They are the ones who have taught me that service learning is about changing my view of how I look at the world. Linawo has allowed me to change the way I think, act, and see myself in relation to others. They have helped me define what service learning has meant for me. In my opinion, it is finding a way to connect students with community organizations, which allow them to gain a new understanding of the world they live in. It is a demanding form of engagement that forces us as students to contribute just as much to our education as we take away from it. It allows for the appreciation of voluntary activities because of the deep reflections and emotions we can take away from them. Service learning is an extremely meaningful form of education that helps build civic responsibility and value-oriented students. Linawo and the reading that was assigned for our first seminar, “Learning Service or Service Learning: Enabling the Civic”, have shown me that service is truly not monolithic. I now understand what the authors meant when they said, “Service can be deconstructed in order that students might puzzle through it from the inside-out” (Boyle-Baise 25). It took for me to truly become engaged with the children’s home in order to allow the experience to break down every preconception I had of what it meant to “serve” others in order for me to be able to define that for myself.

Finally, I shifted to the last portion of my presentation which focused on what I’ve learned about myself from being in South Africa. I explained why one reason I was coming here was to somehow figure out what I wanted to do with my life. I’ve realized that this is the type of work that makes me happy, being able to work for others, especially those less fortunate than me. It’s not about how much money I make or what my friends/family think about it, it’s about if I’m truly fulfilling my purpose in life. To conclude my presentation, I told them about an email I got from one of my mentors that asked me to tell her what I wanted my legacy to be. This can also be found in another blog post! ;-) After explaining my legacy I ended that post by saying I’d ask the kids at Linawo to write down what my time here had meant to them to see if I was off to a good start on that legacy. So, on my last day there we did a little group project. I brought in a huge posterboard, got about 40 pictures printed, and together we decorated the board so I could leave a little piece of “Sis Brittani” behind for them. After all the photos were glued on, the children took turns writing little comments to me. Here were some of my favorites:

1.     We love you a lot Sis Brittani!
2.     Thank you for coming to Linawo and helping us.
3.     God bless Sis Brittani and her family.
4.     Sis Brittani looks like a sunflower.
5.     Sis Brittani I think you’re going to miss us soooo much!

They were absolutely right about that last one. I will miss the kids at Linawo, the house on Herschel, my professors and staff, Mama Z, Long Street, long nights at the internet cafĂ©, Chai Milkshakes from Mimi’s, and the city of Cape Town soooo much!

Xoxo,
Britt



Saturday, June 2, 2012

What Were You Thinking?

“We did it Torie, we hiked Table Mountain!” I don’t know what I was thinking or what made me agree to something so ridiculous but all that matters is that I made it to the mountaintop. That was definitely the most difficult hike of my life but it was so worth it. Not only did we hike up one of the Seven Natural Wonders of the World, but we also stayed the night there. Our overnight trip to Table Mountain was definitely something I will remember for the rest of my life…


So a group of 13 of us decided to take Michael up on his offer to spend the night at Table Mountain. We borrowed huge backpacks and sleeping bags and set out around 2pm for a 3 hour hike to the hut. The backpacks we had on probably weighed about 50 pounds because they were full of food, warm clothing, and other necessities, so you can imagine what it must have been like hiking uphill, through puddles, and everything else with that on your back. The hike to the hut wasn’t too difficult but I was sweating through my shirt and pants by the time we reached the hut. Not to mention my socks and shoes were soaked with water because most of the route was through a path that ran alongside a little stream.

Once we reached the hut, a few people emptied their backpacks and set out to go find wood for the fire. We had to hurry and leave before it started to get dark. While some went for wood, a few of us climbed up some rocks and watched the sunset. It was quite a serene experience. Now that I think about it, I probably should have sat up there and thought about my life and reflected a bit, but my mind was elsewhere.

Anywho, everyone got back with the wood and we went back to the hut. We took our shoes and socks off and let them dry by the fireplace while the guys started on dinner. While we waited, we played a few games, drunk a little wine, and tried to keep warm during the cool night. Needless to mention, there was no shower, no bathroom, no sink, just a little outhouse out back that had a toilet we had to manually flush. Again I asked, who am I turning into? My family always laughs at me during our annual camping trip because I always fight to stay in a cabin instead of the tents with everyone else. They would have been so proud to see me at Table Mountain, using the outhouse!

That night was pretty cold. I slept in two pairs of pants, leggings, 2 t-shirts, 1 hoodie, and 2 pairs of socks. I was still freezing. I couldn’t fall asleep until I wrapped my extra blanket around my head so that no part of my body was left out. There were bunk beds in the cabin so luckily we weren’t sleeping on the cold floor but around 4am when the fire died, I felt like I was. I had to force myself back to sleep but around 7am when I heard the first person get out of bed I soon followed. I got dressed, went outside, climbed a rock, and watched the sunrise. I can’t even remember the last time I saw the sunrise. It was probably about 2 years ago when my sister and I drove to Mississippi for our family reunion.


After a breakfast of yogurt and banana splits (bananas over the fire, cut open, and filled with chocolate), we set out for the real hike. The one from the day before was actually up the back of Table Mountain. Now came the hard part. I can’t even describe the different parts of this hike. Bridges, ladders, crawling up rocks, slippery logs, it was all just surreal. I was sweating like a wild animal the entire time. Even though it was only about 60 degrees outside. I kept asking myself, “Brittani what the hell were you thinking?!?” It just seemed like it would never end. Our backpacks seemed like they were getting heavier the whole time. We kept climbing higher and higher but eventually we realized there was no more up left. We had made it to the top. We saw the people at the top who had taken the cable cars up and they were looking at us in disbelief when they noticed our huge backpacks. They kept asking, “You guys hiked up here with those on your back?” & “You guys slept here?” Yes and yes. We are rockstars and I hiked Table Mountain. My life is complete!

I promise I won’t wait so long to blog again. I only have 2 weeks left here and I’ll be documenting as much as I possibly can. It always means sacrificing the few hours of sleep I do get but whatever. I can sleep in the U.S… Till next time loves!

Xoxo,
Britt


Off to Durban for the Weekend


This past weekend we took our Bing Trip to Durban, which is the largest city in Kwazulu-Natal and it was quite an experience. Many parts of the trip were great for different reasons but the one that probably made me change my whole mindset was the homestay. The first night in Durban, we all stayed in a backpacker’s lodge, which was a lot of fun. Now, I’ve never been in a hostel before so it was a lot different for me, but that doesn’t even compare to the following night.

The Stanford program thought it’d be great for us to get a feeling for actual life in South Africa. Many of the other abroad programs have homestays where the students live with local people during their entire time away. The Cape Town program is housed altogether though so all of us live in one house. I was so excited for the homestay because I was so curious to be immersed in a new culture. We were all housed in Cato Manor, a Zulu neighborhood where the people are pretty much low-working class. The first thing we had to do was buy all of the mother’s we were living with a thank-you gift which we had to present to them when we first arrived, out of respect. Torie and I were rooming together so we decided on a beautiful tea set for the family. All of our gifts had to be within a certain budget because they wanted all of them to be practical things that the host families would be able to make use of within their means.

Then, we got a briefing from Mama Zandy who told us a few of the customs in the houses we’d be living in. The first thing was that we’d have to call each of our hostmom’s “Mama _____”. That wasn’t negotiable. Torie and I were living with Mama Lucy who lived with her 23-year old daughter, her 15-year-old granddaughter, 6-year-old grandson, and 3-year-old granddaughter. Mama Lucy, along with a few of the other hostmothers walked to our bus to get us and take us home. She was a lady of few words, who we soon realized didn’t speak English very well. We got to the house, which was small and cozy, and she showed us to our bedroom. We met the rest of the family and then awkwardly sat on the couch waiting to hear what they had in store for us. Mama Zandy had told us that the family would pretty much have us for the afternoon and night and they should all have some type of program for us so that we wouldn’t just sit in the house. But, Mama Lucy started dinner and couldn’t really communicate anything to Torie and I so we went to our bedroom to chat.

The 6-year-old grandson, Simpiwe joined us in the room and he quickly turned from the innocent kid to the demon child. As mean as that may sound, that’s honestly the nicest way I can describe him. He started out by pulling on my hair, then moved on to trying to break Torie’s suitcase, and eventually just resorted to terrorizing us anyway that he could. Torie and I were eventually screaming hoping his mom or grandmother would say something to him but that never happened. Eventually the 15 year old walked by, saw what he was doing and made him leave out of our room. But, that was shortlived. He returned about 15 minutes later to the same shenanigans. I was over it.


I know his mom and grandmother could hear what was going on because there were no ceilings in the house. Not one. Every room was basically combined because you could hear what was going on everywhere in the house. We later realized we had no electricity in our bedroom and no water during that first day there. I tried washing my hands before dinner and Mama Lucy came by and shook her head at me saying, “Tomorrow”. So, I couldn’t communicate with people, had no electricity, and no privacy. For the first time this whole trip I felt angry. Some of the other students were texting us about going out that night or how great their hostmom’s were and ours was strict and could hardly talk to us. I was finally in Africa. At dinner, it was just more awkward as I tried finishing the foods I didn’t like but wouldn’t dare consider wasting. Eventually, Parth and Keith came to the house and Mama Lucy let us go outside with them for a little bit. I don’t know what I had been expecting from my homestay but by the next morning I was glad it was ending. I had never felt so uncomfortable and out of place before. Not being able to communicate was probably the worst thing. But, even if Mama Lucy had understood English, I would not have said anything but thank you for her hospitality. She’d opened up her home for us and for that I was extremely grateful. Now I see what people mean when they say homestays can either make or break your abroad experience…

Spotlight on Me...

Thanks to the wonderful Stanford students I’ve met here in Cape Town, they passed along the tradition from Stanford SPOT trips of giving each person time to share their life story with the rest of the group. They felt it’d be a great way for all of us to get to know each other better in this short amount of time. It’s 23 of us living in 3 houses so the chance that we would have gotten around to having long, deep, one on one conversations with everyone was not very likely.  So, every Sunday and Monday evening at 10:00pm, we all gather in the living room and two or three people have the opportunity to give their spotlight…

It’s been great to learn more about the diverse group of students I get to share my abroad experience with. It’s funny how hearing someone’s story can totally change the perception you had of him or her when this trip first began. The tears, laughter, and openness have managed to bring us close together and also caused a lot of discomfort. We do have a confidentiality rule so I won’t share anyone else’s story, nor will I share my own since most of you reading my blog already know it, but I chose to include Spotlights in my blog because its changed how I view my own life.

If you had 15-30 minutes to tell someone your life story, what details would you include? Honestly, I realize that you can shape your past in any light that you choose. I’m one of those people that have never been shy about sharing the details of my life with others, especially when I think that telling it will help someone else with what they’re going through. Needless to say, I didn’t really prepare for my spotlight. I simply waited for a night where there was an opening and told my story. I was completely open about everything. I told them about my mother’s drug addiction, being separated from my 10 siblings all my life, the death of so many close family members, and recently my experience with depression. Before I knew it I had been talking for 25 minutes and I had told a pretty sad story. I had laughed and cried, experienced every emotion from joy to emptiness, and all I could think about was how difficult it had been to relive some of those moments. I don’t care how many times I share my life with others, it never makes the saddest moments any easier to talk about. It’s like I have to relive those feelings all over again, especially the pretty recent memories. Anyway, when I finally finished, I opened it up for the Q&A where people can ask me to elaborate on anything or ask about any important detail I left out. One student said, “I want to hear about the “good” things that have happened to you…”

Wow…that caught me off guard. Anyone that knows me knows that I am a happy person. Most of the time when you see me I’m smiling. Generally, I am at a very happy place in my life. I’m a fighter. I’ve learned to simply roll with the punches. I never thought that the life story I told would be a sad one. Yes, it’s been full of pain and loss but that’s not the light I want to be surrounded in. When I shared my story with my freshman dorm I started out by saying I was reluctant to do it because when I usually tell people they begin to feel sorry for me and I absolutely hate that. I guess what I’m trying to say is I’ve had a very good life. I’ve been blessed with opportunities that some people can only dream about and for that I’m eternally grateful. Being here in a country where most people have so little I am realizing how rich I am in earthly possessions. I am happy because I choose to be. I think about the kids at the orphanage here in South Africa that I volunteer at. Most of their parents have died or will soon die of HIV/AIDS and many simply did not want them or have the means to care for them. Now if those fifteen children can wake up everyday and still find the joy in life, there is no reason I can’t find happy moments in my own life to share with other people. Someone in my Service Learning class said that people should, “Use their agency to come out of the victim status”. This statement resonated with me so much. A very wonderful mentor of mine recently asked what I wanted my legacy to be. I pondered the question for days unable to come up with anything that seemed valuable enough to describe it. Now, I think I can finally answer that question….

I want my legacy to be that I turned my tests into my testimony. I want to be remembered as someone that always found a reason to smile, regardless of what was going on at the time. I would like to know that the people I interacted with remembered me for something good I did for them. Lastly, I want to be remembered as someone that actively worked toward improving the lives of children that are less fortunate. Not too shabby huh? I’m thinking of asking my children at Linawo Children’s Home to write down what my time there has meant for each of them. We’ll see if I’m off to a good start on that legacy…


Nightlife in Cape Town

My blog wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t touch on every important aspect of my time here in Cape Town. So, I can’t leave out what the night life here is like. We go out quite a bit, sometimes we stay around the neighborhood and just go to a bar or lounge for drinks and other times we head to the infamous Long Street which is the long block of clubs and bars that is filled with young people every weekend. My tolerance for clubs is a lot less here in South Africa since it seems like everyone smokes and doing it in public is just fine. Hair, clothes, everything will smell like cigarette smoke by the end of the night so that’s the one thing I hate about it here. 

Other than that, nightlife is pretty much a time for going out with the other students and getting to unwind with them. Most of the guys here at the clubs are sketchy and just stare at you the entire night or try and get touchy feely or my personal favorite, come up to you and say “I must take you home with me”. So, I pretty much like going out for the good company. It’s been cool learning some of the local dances and developing a liking for house music. Dancing here is so much more chill and you kind of just flow with the music. Perfect for a night where you’ve had too many drinks. ;-) This is just what I’ve been told though…


Overall, the nightlife here is cool. I’m pretty sure there are some really great places with not so creepy men but we have yet to find them. It’s just fun being in a new place where people don’t know who you are and probably won’t ever see you again so it’s quite alright to let your hair down. It’s so fun going out and hearing the American music that reminds you of home. Those are some of my favorite nights. It makes me feel less far away and more connected to this new place because we now have this thing in common. 

Robben Island & Elephant's Eye

I realize that it’s been about 4 weeks since my last blog post and when I’m only here for about 11 weeks, that’s pretty significant. A lot has happened in that time, some events more noteworthy than others, but it’s kind of hard to relive a moment that happened so long ago. Keeping a blog is so much harder than I thought. Maybe next time I’ll try and keep a journal also. That way I can write down my thoughts as they come to me, just in case I don’t have the time to blog as frequently as I like. But, I will do my best to try and relive two events that were pretty interesting and exciting in very different ways. The first was my visit to Robben Island and the second one is my hike at Silvermine.  



Many people may already be familiar with Robben Island because they know it’s the place where Nelson Mandela spent many years of his life as a political prisoner during the years of apartheid. I don’t know what I was really expecting to feel, but I did think the trip was going to evoke some type of emotion from me. Instead, it felt like just another tourist attraction. Most of our 3.5 hour tour was spent on the ferry ride to the island and the bus ride that went around to the different labor sites and other places surrounding the prison. I honestly fell asleep during part of the 45-minute bus ride.


Eventually, we reached the holding cells for the maximum-security prison and were finally able to get out and walk around. We were introduced to our tour guide who would show us around the cells who turned out to be a former political prisoner. He was an older man that had experienced life on Robben Island firsthand. Hearing about his time there made things a lot more impactful. He showed us the thin, filthy mats the prisoners had to sleep on, the identification cards they had to carry on them at all times that included every infraction they’d ever gotten, and eventually we made our way to the single cell that Nelson Mandela had occupied for about eight years. It looked just like every other prison cell I had ever seen but the sad part is the reason behind why the political prisoners were at Robben Island in the first place. These were not men who had killed people or disobeyed the law in any way; they were simply fighting for equality. They had committed crimes that the apartheid government considered to be threatening to the racial separation they had been enforcing in South Africa. Just hearing from our tour guide how they were not allowed to talk while in the labor fields and how one prisoner was in a secluded home all by himself because of how powerful his words would have been to others was heartbreaking. The white guards at Robben Island were afraid of the prisoners’ voices; scared they would use their words for positive change. They thought keeping the men in silence would prevent them from being able to organize rebellion but little did they know the peace marches happening all over South Africa were slowly but surely working to free those men on Robben Island.

All of the buses at Robben Island have quotes along the side of them. My absolute favorite one read, “The journey’s never long, when freedom’s the destination”. During the Q&A period after the tour, someone asked our guide, the former prisoner, how he managed to return to the island for work after being incarcerated and mistreated on those very grounds for so long. He started to explain to us how working there has been all a part of his healing process. We wondered how he could possibly find forgiveness. He said it was a work in progress and he was still working on that. He explained how he sometimes got tourists and visitors that would come and argue with him about everything from the living conditions to the way he was treated and he recalled literally yelling and screaming to make people realize he had lived that experience, he wasn’t just telling someone else’s or something he had read about in a history book. I can only imagine what it takes for him to walk around that island everyday and even walk past his own cell. The feelings that come along with experiences that are so painful can never be washed away and I respect each and every one of the former prisoners acting as guides today.

Silvermine Hike

That weekend I went on my first hiking excursion in Cape Town and it was at Silvermine Nature Reserve where we went to the peak, which is also called Elephant’s Eye. Our tour guide Colleen organized this lovely trip for us and it included a 3-hour hike and a braai (barbecue) that afternoon. Now we all know I’m a bit girly so hiking isn’t just something I do regularly (not to mention there isn’t really a place to hike in Chicago), but I’d definitely had it on my to do list in South Africa. The hike up was beautiful. A bit difficult at times but Torie and I encouraged each other when we felt like quitting. Going up is always the worst part but reaching the top and hearing absolute silence makes it all worth it. There is nothing quite like the serenity you feel up there. I got up there and sat on a huge rock with my legs folded. Torie asked me what I was doing and I said it just seemed like a place where I should be meditating. She laughed but I was dead serious. :)

So we hiked down about seven different levels and that was a jungle. I kept tripping over rocks and branches, almost spraining my ankle a few times. Trust me, the wilderness is not a place for clumsy people. After we made it down we went to the Tokai Forest where Colleen’s husband Robert & her friend Michael began the braai. We had salad, paninis, fish, chicken, fruit—well, the baboons stole the fruit but we started out with them. Speaking of baboons, those animals are CRAZY! They are just natural thieves. They roamed around the forest freely, hopping into garbage cans, snatching food off of the picnic tables, just too darn sneaky! We got quite a few photos with them since they wanted to get so close to our festivities. At one point I was sitting on a log all by myself looking at the alpha male, while another baboon was sneaking up behind me trying to steal the Panini sitting on the side of me. One of the other students in the group pointed and screamed so loudly that I turned and saw him and almost had a heart attack. Everyone found this hilarious but my heart was beating so fast. I literally could have reached out and touched him. Needless to say, that was quite enough nature and wildlife for me & I was ready to head back home.