While I was in beautiful Cape Town for my leave (wow, that was a long time ago), my sister and I mused about how we have access to this gorgeous country simply by virtue of being born here. “Just think,” she said, “people pay thousands of rands to see Table Mountain, and here we are, just walking around and seeing it as much as we want!” She was quite right, of course – at the same time, the MV Explorer was docked in Cape Town.
But for a long time, I’ve been thinking how not all who are born in our country have access to these attractions on a very basic level.
Virtually everywhere I have traveled, foreigners pay more than locals to see attractions. I saw this for the first time in China in 2011, where foreigners are very clearly divided from locals wishing to visit the Huanglong caves.
I just had such an incredible weekend with a few of my fellow interns. At the beginning of the year, a second year intern told us, “If you have the weekend off, please don’t stay in town. Go do something!” So we did.
Photo of us by Nutt – click for her blog.
This post brought to you by a lovely few days spent in Zambia with Lisa. Yes, I am on leave for a few days. Much-needed!
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Everywhere in Livingstone, Zambia:
THEM: Where are you from?
ME: South Africa
THEM: Oh, we are neighbours! I will give you neighbour-price!
*proceed to give me normal tourist price*
My miniature baobab which I bought for SIXTY FREAKING RAND. But I love it.
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Finding the words to describe a four-month around-the-world-on-a-floating-university experience is often hard. And also, expressing things in GIFs is so much fun, so here you go.
How you feel when the ship sets sail for the very first time:
(You’re going to have that song stuck in your head all day. You’re welcome.) Continue reading
It has been well over a year since Semester at Sea Spring 2013 and I find myself thinking about it more and more. It was fantastic, and I can’t wait to travel again.
Because I was on a fairly limited budget, I tended to stay in the cities where we docked and I tried to walk as much as possible. Of course I had plans and short trips, but I often spent some time just walking through the city without much of an agenda. I would like to say that I took really deep HONY-esque pictures, but most of those pictures are in my head, safely. Continue reading
This post brought to you by wanderlust, a current severe bout of flu-slash-strep-throat-slash-gastro picked up in the Paeds ward (I washed my hands all the time I swear), and a day of reminiscing over Semester at Sea photos. I would say I packed pretty well for my four-month-long around-the-world voyage (and my previous trips abroad too), but there were some things I wished I had packed – or not packed. Here’s my list of medical stuff to consider.
Ten-year-old orphan Libète has been hardened by the daily struggle to survive in Cité Soleil, Haiti’s most infamous slum. But when she and her best friend, Jak, discover a young mother and her baby brutally murdered in a nearby marsh, it’s unlike anything she’s encountered before. Though initially shocked, the adults of Cité Soleil move on quickly from the event; after all, death is commonplace in this community. Undaunted, Libète takes action with Jak in tow, plunging herself into a dangerous, far-reaching plot that will change her irrevocably and threaten everything she holds dear.
It seems I’m on a streak of reading thrillers that don’t entirely conform to the genre – although my ‘fraidy pantsness is not exactly complaining. Continue reading