Have a look at my post as a guest blogger on Running Wolf’s Rant… Did your city make my Top 10?
Have a look at my post as a guest blogger on Running Wolf’s Rant… Did your city make my Top 10?
South Africa, a country once cursed and condemned by her racist past, is now flourishing with eleven different tribes and numerous cultures. Here is just a glimpse into the beauty of her rainbow nation…
These photos were taken over the span of two years (2010-2012), from posh cities like Cape Town and Stellenbosch to the more desolate Sutherland and the forgotten parts of Stellenbosch.
I avoided captioning the pics, in fear of people stealing them.
Please do not use these pictures for your own use. They are all copyrighted and my testimonies… If you have any questions about any of them, please leave a comment below. I am happy to share the stories behind each one, from 40 years of friendship, to Gay Pride and unique art.
South Africa reawakens in her people’s journeys.
Ever fallen in love with a city ? You dream night and day of dancing to her music, eating her food and exploring her every inch. Every time you return home, you long to go back…
Paris, much like Berlin, Barcelona or Munich, is one of the few cities in the world that has this effect. She is filled with so much motion and emotion, you often feel lost in her culture, history and characters.
She is the most visited city in the world with an estimated 42 million tourists annually. Her 12 million inhabitants make her one of the most concentrated cities in the European Union. She has produced the highest number of higher education students in the EU through her 17 universities and 55 grandes écoles (Ivy League schools).
She contains about 3800 historical monuments and has inspired the world’s leading poets and philosophers. She is also hub to the world’s leading fashion houses : Louis Vuitton, Yves Saint-Laurent, Dior and Chanel.
Paris, a city for lovers of art, music, history, literature and lovers themselves.
Rien ne m’a fait jamais battre le cœur
Rien ne m’a fait ainsi rire et pleurer
Comme ce cri de mon peuple vainqueur
Rien n’est si grand qu’un linceul déchiré
Paris Paris soi-même libéré
Nothing ever made my heart beat as much
Nothing made me laugh and cry
As much as the cry of my winning people
Nothing is as large as a torn shroud
Paris Paris, in herself released
– Louis Aragon, Paris
Disneyland Paris : 15 million annual visitors
Notre Dame Cathedral : 13,6 million visitors
Sacré Cœur : 10,5 million visitors
The Louvre Museum : 8,8 million visitors
Eiffel Tower : 7 million visitors
Paris only became France’s capital in 508 AD/CE, after Lyon under King Clovis, and again in 1180 under King Philippe Auguste. The city of Vichy temporarily replaced Paris as France’s capital during World War II. This change in political structure was known as the Vichy-Regime.
Originally known as “Lutetia” meaning “midwater-dwelling” under the Romans, Paris became a popular and populous town built around the beautiful Seine river. The name “Paris” is derived from Homer’s Iliad based on Paris, the Trojan prince’s search for Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships. Paris therefore means “Son of a noble father.” Some believe the name is actually derived from the Celtic Gallic word parisio meaning hardworking people/ craftsmen. Other historians believe the name comes from “Par Isis” (from Isis, the Egyptian goddess of nature, magic and wisdom). Paris is also often nicknamed “La Ville-Lumière” or the city of lights.
For more important dates in Parisian history, visit : http://goparis.about.com/od/historyculture/a/ParisHistory.htm
Paris is also home to the Théâtre du Châtelet, where the César awards are held every year in February. The Césars are the French equivalent to the Academy Awards/ Oscars.
My first quarter of a century is up! 26, already? Inspired by the voice of Baz Luhrmann for the Sunscreen song, I’ve come up with my own 25 lessons to honour the last 25 years that have passed by quietly or with a bang, on my eternal quest for love and truth.
1) Learn from your parents’ mistakes. Although marriage seems like a tempting way to consummate one’s love for one another, it rather comes from hours of proper communication and compassion. Yet, happily divorced parents tend to give great advice…
2) Write down your grandparents’ tales. Parky (Grandpa) used to tell his World War 2 tales under the stars. Wish I wasn’t too little to really understand how precious these memories were…
3) Speak to strangers. As children, we are taught: “Don’t talk to strangers.” But, in adulthood meeting new people adds colour to one’s own world. You’d be surprised at how many similar experiences you actually share. Today, I spoke to an Afghan refugee. It was the most thought-provoking conversation in a few years.
4) Ride a bicycle in a cocktail dress. Late one night, a friend and I jumped onto bicycles a little tipsy. We never arrived at our initial destination. Instead, we spent an amazing 40 minutes trying to perfect riding a bicycle in a cocktail dress and trying to stay on it without the cops suspecting we were a little over the limit…
5) Don’t fall too hard in love, although it hurts just as much every time. After a few excruciating heart-breaks, I must say the shortest one was the most painful. Although you become a little more cynical after each failed relationship, you also make the huge mistake of settling for less. DON’T!!!
6) Keep your girlfriends near. Many girls once in love brush away their friendships in order to make room for their new guy. A true gentleman will allow a wonderful girls’ night out, where you can recharge your batteries away from him.
7) Ask your guy friends for direction. Blessed with wonderful guy friends, they have taught me how to laugh at myself, step away from abusive relationships and help make the right career move.
8) Travel. Try the Paella in Spain, the white beaches of Mauritius, the beer-gardens in Munich, the apfel-strudel of Austria and the Table Mountain of South Africa. So many languages and cultures to explore, even in your own country.
9) Write love letters. Somehow, emails never have the same impact. If someone really means a lot to you, the relationship is bound to last longer than a few weeks. Getting a letter written when everything was burning hot re-ignites that spark!
10) Gain wisdom from children. Two years as a pre-school teacher taught me enough to last the rest of my life. The joys of being human come from our unique gifts: speech, creativity, compassion, reason and enough laughter to keep it all going strong.
11) Give pseudoscience a chance. This year, I fell in love with Reiki, a Japanese technique of finding out what is bothering you and allowing you to heal in your own time. I also realised graphologists (people who analyse handwriting) contain a lot of truth. Even the way one presses against the paper means something exceptional.
12) Leave the ex alone. As tempting as it is to flirt with an old flame, you have to realise it’s preventing you from meeting someone new. This is your turn to shine for someone who truly appreciates you.
13) Study in different countries. Travelling is somehow not enough in seeking solace for one’s soul. By living 11 000 kilometres away from home, I‘ve come to appreciate South Africa so much more. Yes, Internet and transport efficiency is amazing in Europe, but the sun doesn’t shine as much, the people tend to keep to themselves and you have to make the effort of getting to know them first. Long live the days of “braais” around a pool…
14) Be prepared to be criticised and criticise. Although I hate conflict, a little conflict with some of my closest friends taught me there is joy in reconciling only a stronger friendship.
15) Keep a journal. Writing your experiences, struggles and feelings helps you meet the person you will spend the rest of your life with: yourself.
16) Have faith or find it through others. Whether it comes from believing in G_d or Allah, it gives one direction in living a purpose-filled life.
17) It’s never too late to fall in love. When I saw my grandmother smiling in the old age home because of a certain someone, it hit me that it was never too late to fall in love again. Although at the same time I realised I don’t want to find the love of my life in nappies.
18) Fear only fear itself. In high school, we were taught by watching Strictly Ballroom that a life lived in fear is a life half-lived. I wouldn’t be where I am today (travelling like a nomad with little knowledge of what’s coming next) if I had feared this ocean of incertitude…
19) Party till the sun comes up. Watching the a sunrise over a beach or mountain at the crack of dawn gives life so much more meaning and so many more reasons to appreciate every day as TODAY.
20) Make peace with your past. My childhood friend passed away this year. Although we hadn’t talked properly in years, her death hit me hard. I found our old letters and photos we had taken 13 years ago. I made peace by her saying goodbye in this way…
21) “Imagination is more important than knowledge,” declared Einstein. The world is so much more colourful when you stop over-analysing situations in exchange for creating new dreams and desires.
22) Appreciate everyone, even the bergie (beggar) that will one day save your life. When I was being followed in Stellenbosch after a late night working at the newspaper, I bumped into Moksie (Stellies’ famous bergie). By being nice to her the week before, she “took care of” the people following me.
23) Embrace your childhood. Time for the clichés: run like you’ve never fallen, laugh like it’s your first time, play before it’s too late, love like you’ve never been hurt and find your inner child again!
24) Trust your teenhood. If it wasn’t for that first cigarette or terrible first kiss, we wouldn’t appreciate the real taste we have now.
25) Feast your adulthood. People take for granted the ability to savour each new memory or experience. It comes from soothing your soul. You need time-out from work, friends and family to reflect in solitude. Ever listen to your own heart-beat? It’s possible…
Ich bin in der Übersetzung verloren… Ja, I often find myself lost in translation…
No, it’s not what you think. Haha… German is a sehr schwierig (very difficult) language, so difficult that I bought the entire Season 1 and 2 of Sex & The City to help me out (besides my official classes, of course). Shortly afterwards, I realised my vocabulary will be very limited. Oops (or Hoopla! as you say in German). It really was the ONLY series they had in the shop. And it was my favourite series ten years ago, so it helped a lot with feeling all nostalgic in a new town.
I’ve finally figured out the public transport system. Hurra! Busline 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 all go in similar directions and eventually back to the student apartments. So, when I had a late night class and none were immediately available, I did a crazy thing and took Busline 1. IDIOT!
I found myself stranded in the countryside on the coldest spring day, in the rain (nogal!). The bus driver shook his head at me and drove me to his final destination, where he swapped seats with a new driver.
The new driver grunted at me, whispered something in German, then Turkish and took me to where I had originally got on. I was patient now and waited for the right busline, which eventually came 45 minutes later.
Cold and wet, it was an amazing feeling to be home again. I may decide to do such future excursions on a sunny day. At least then I’ll be able to see my experiences.
Yes, I had a traumatic experience at the post. No, it didn’t come from the sharp edges of envelopes or the messy desks filled with people’s unwanted letters and bills. It came from the DHL owner. I tried posting 24 postcards (for those who had been kind enough to send me their addresses) and a present. The cost came to 19, 77 Euros. I knew I had the exact amount and started digging in my purse. I couldn’t find the darn 2 cents to make up that 7… He soon lost his temper and shouted at me. In future: somehow calculate what each little stamp and gram will amount to… Really now 😉
I fell in love with a specific restaurant’s freshly pressed orange juice. I still don’t understand why they keep giving me the wrong one. I’ve given up in trying to explain, but the synthetic one has really left a sour taste in my mouth. Arghhh, and asthma attacks at night.
Rule here is: once it’s placed on your table, you can’t send it back. Keep your eyes and oranges peeled…
Do not invade people’s personal space. In South Africa, it may be good manners to help a little granny across the road, but here I would advise you not to. I was at the Internet Café, when the granny next to me couldn’t find the print button. The owner showed her once, but she soon forgot.
I put my hand on her mouse to show her the difference between right-click and left-click and she scratched it quite viciously!
I was in shock. She then printed her stuff and walked away. Not even a ‘Vielen Dank’ or an apology.
Despite these unpleasant few incidents, I have managed to find English classes which more or less fit into journalism. The one on War Photography I’m enjoying very much. We have to write response papers, do a presentation and do a written or oral exam (depending on what your major is). It feels great to know lots of background info on the topic and inform the class about the amazing foursome from South Africa known as the Bang Bang Club. Can’t wait for the movie this April! Sigh…
The other class is called Technological Utopias and asks us to see the pros and cons of living as part of the Technocratic Generation. I was thinking of doing another class on Shakespeare’s poetry and one on racism, just to fill up my time. But, a better idea would be to work for the local newspaper and finish my children’s stories. Yes, it has taken me nearly 12 years to tell the stories I used to tell my brother before he would go to sleep. Nothing leaked about the subject matter just yet 😉
Oh, and not forgetting these Zimbelican stories too… Time to check out the clubbing scene and blog about that, now that all the admin is finally done! PROST!
With its population of 2 840 inhabitants and its freezing cold temperatures, Vanessa Smeets explores a different side to Sutherland in the Northern Cape, through its fascination with weird names, chained dogs and famous telescope.
I’ve known about Sutherland’s existence since I was a little girl, when my mom would comment about each city at the end of the news, during the weather. “I feel sorry for those Sutherland people. It’s cold all year there,” she would repeat season after season.
So, when our class was told we were to go there for a short weekend of star-gazing, I felt a little apprehensive. Unfortunately, my warmest clothes had already been sent back to Pretoria. Thus, my duvet and pillow were my first priorities.
After a delicious ‘high tea’ of scones, koeksisters and cookies in Matjiesfontein, my Journalism class and I drive for another hour and a half to Sutherland.
As we arrive, searching aimlessly for the Sutherland Hotel, I’m fascinated by the original names around each corner: “Jupiter’s Café,” “Galaxy World,” “Sterland,” “Saturn’s rings” and “Shooting stars.” It’s like being on our own galaxy quest. My friend Jean and I make a game up of who can spot the next most interesting name. We get tired after the thirtieth one.
Each street looks exactly like the next one: white, dusty and abandoned. It’s like a scene straight out of the X-Files. The opening song resounds in my head the entire afternoon.
The tired faces we see now and then look different to the ones in Stellenbosch. People here don’t look stressed, worried or anxious about getting somewhere. They carry on walking in the middle of the streets, alien-like in their expressions. We smile and wave, but most do not respond. The few that do acknowledge us, come right against the windows.
“Who are you looking for? Who do you work for?” says one man with a missing tooth. His hand touches the car just slightly, making you wonder if he’ll open the car door. We tell him we’re looking for him. “How do you know me?” he asks confused. We smile and tell him we’re just exploring. He walks away, still as confused. Obviously, there can’t be much to explore in Sutherland…
As Jean and I walk into the liquor store, the owner stares at us with owl-like eyes: large and dark. He never looks us in the eye and blinks very slowly.
“Will that be all?” he says, rustling a plastic bag that is too small for our bottle. “Gosh…it’s all I have.” He forces the bottle inside. The bag tears a little. “There…there…” He says to us, or the bag; I’m not quite sure. He expects us to leave then, but I turn around out of curiosity. “Is this really the coldest town?” I ask, trying to make chit-chat, see his reaction and testing if he’ll blink faster. He stutters, grunts and then quickly replies: “No… you are mistaken, girl. Try Grahamstown.” I smile and thank him. He doesn’t respond.
It’s finally time for the ‘star of our excursion:’ SALT (the South African Large Telescope). I’ve read about her in books, newspapers and friends’ Facebook entries and here she finally is. Immense, grey and serene.
Thousands flock to her each year and yet, as she stands there, you begin to ask yourself why… Well, Sutherland’s arid climate, small population and remote location 1 450 metres above sea level, give it one of the clearest night skies in the world. Unfortunately, we aren’t given the chance to touch or use SALT, the largest single optical telescope in the southern hemisphere. We arrive late and are hurried back to our cars.
The freezing night temperatures turn our excited class into a lazy bunch. That night, we look at the stars from behind our hotel windows. And yet, they sparkle brightly over the dead town. There’s something mystical about this place…
That night, I dream about the chained dogs I saw that day in Sutherland’s township. Some sat on cardboard boxes or near doll houses, waiting for their owners to return. Most of them had their hair mangled around chains attached to cars, racing wildly as they saw us, mistaking us for their owners.
The trip back is an interesting collection of all seasons. There is rain, wind, sun, thunderstorms, waterfalls and rainbows as we head home.
The howling in my head has stopped and is replaced by hooting taxis and the shouting of Bergies walking in the streets of Stellenbosch. What a comforting welcome to the land of civilization…
• Sutherland is home to the endangered Riverine Rabbit.
• The average yearly temperature is 10, 6C and an average minimum yearly temperature of 3,4C.
• The coldest recorded temperature recorded was -16,4C on July 12, 2003.
• Sutherland is the second coldest place in South Africa, after Buffelsfontein in the Western Cape.