Napoleon the Safari Legend

Plans to take the kids from Injabulo and Moriah to Hlane Royal Nature Reserve on school trips had been underway for quite some time; and finally the time came and we had two weeks filled of children, nature reserves, wild animals and stress.

Injabulo School Trips

To make things even more difficult on ourselves we decided to do something nice for the kids at Injabulo; I do enjoy doing lovely things for them, it’s just that you have a really great idea and then you realise that you have to repeat that really great idea at least 60 times. So, we hit PEP once again (the shop workers in there are basically our family now) to buy 60 blank t-shirts on which we were going to write ‘Injabulo Preschool’ and ‘Hlane 2013’ – yes, that’s right, PRESCHOOL TOUR T-SHIRTS!
After a full weekend of nothing but writing these exact words on t-shirts over and over again I was so sick of it that I would be happy if I never have to see another t-shirt again in my life... however that would be rather impractical.

Hard work paid off!

Teacher t-shirts ;)

To make everything easier on ourselves we stayed over at Nelsiwe’s house on the Tuesday evening to cook the food and get up early for the first trip on Wednesday! We were up at 6am to dish the food into take away boxes and then it was time for another naked basin wash, squatting in a large plastic tub of water in Nelsiwe’s bedroom... at least this water was hot as it had just been boiled in the kettle, which is more than can be said for the showers in hostel on a morning.
So we pack all of the kids into the hired kombi and head off to Hlane! Hlane is a small nature reserve when you compare it to the likes of Kruger (well, compared to the likes of anything as Swaziland itself is tiny!) but we saw Lions, giraffes, elephants, impala, kudu, nyala and even had our road blocked by a herd of white rhino. One Lion we actually saw lying with a dead impala, so we had obviously just missed a kill! Probably for the best really, some 4 year olds might have walked away slightly traumatised after seeing a Lion murder a small impala in front of their eyes.

Crocodile Class

HLANE 2013!

We also took them to Swazi Secrets where they process the oils from the marula nuts to make beauty products, unfortunately they weren’t doing any production while we were there, but the kids seemed to have fun pushing the crushing machines around and wearing marula lip balm.  

The second Injabulo trip was pretty much the same as the first; apart from the fact that Hlane was so busy with about 4 school trips we had to wait hours for our safari. In the mean time we took the kids down to the reception which was teeming with American tourists and we had them all singing and dancing! Yes, we actively paraded our cute preschoolers in front of tourists for entertainment, but it meant that they weren’t getting up to any mischief and the tourists now have lots of pictures and videos of our awesome kids to show people back home.

'Thishela' - teacher in SiSwati.

Ashley’s Birthday!

Friday 19^th sees Ashley joining the land of 19 year olds! To celebrate we had planned to have a joint preschool party for Ashley and Nelsiwe’s daughter Ciara; what we didn’t realise is that Nelsiwe’s plan was to have the party ‘after’ preschool hours, which she failed to tell us. So we muddled through the day with no other teachers and random people in party dresses and presents turning up around 12 o’clock. Failure in communication and Swazi Time... obviously the day was never going to go as planned. 

In the end it was really great fun and absolutely crazy! Nelsiwe had made enough food to feed all of the kids at preschool, all of her children (who stayed off school for the occasion) and all of the guests she invited. There was also a huge birthday cake for Ashley and Ciara, and after the cutting of the cake and making a wish Ciara nearly took off the face of one of the preschoolers as she started jumping up and down with the gigantic knife still clutched in her destructive little hand. This is the girl who can completely wreck my classroom with her bare hands in 10 minutes, rips up worksheets, chews on laminated resources and sucks on the blades of scissors... she should never ever be given anything weapon-like!

Little devil!

We head to soup kitchen with another huge cake that Ashley bought from Matata Spar to hand out, everyone’s eyes (especially Aunty Vinahs!) light up when they see the massive black forest gateaux and everyone gets a slice. 

Mmmm, licking the box clean.

When we arrive back to hostel the girls have a little birthday surprise for Ashley... they drag her outside armed with ketchup bottles, they absolutely COVER her in it before they take a bucket of cold water and dump it over her head. They then proceed to turn on the tap that is used to fill the pool and drench her past drenched! I’m so glad I was in Botswana on my birthday, these girls are merciless!

Ketchup attack

Water attack

Moriah Centre School Trips

With the small Moriah kombi that we drive we were only able to take one class per day... so that’s 4 classes, add that to our Injabulo trips and we would’ve been to Hlane 6 times in 2 weeks! No. We took opposite days for some light relief from driving around all the time.
On both days that Ashley went to Hlane she returned with photos of the watering hole with elephants, giraffes, hippo, rhino and basically everything else all together drinking in a really African scene. When I went there was either nothing at the watering hole, or a few rhinos. Looks like she had the luckier days!
However we did see a Lion and two Lionesses running through the grass towards our kombi, and when they slowed down the Lion basically brushed himself along the back of the kombi... safe to say I was pretty nervous in the driver’s seat!

Moriah Crocodile Class

Other developments at Hlane with Moriah Centre revealed that Aunty Sphiwe (the other teacher of my class) had the hots for Napoleon our safari guide! I could totally tell that they were flirting in SiSwati and then the next trip I went on she told us that we had to get his number for her... PULLED!

Things are crazy as ever here, but I’m going to miss it when it ends.

Kate xx

P.S. At soup kitchen this week Aunty Vinah’s Mum was wandering around with 3 kittens in a bag begging us to buy them for E5 each. That’s £1 for 3 kittens to you. Unfortunately we couldn’t as we have nowhere to keep them, and I was heartbroken leaving them there... but the great thing is we were talking about it at Sisekelo and one of the sports coaches decided he wanted to buy them!
So the next time we were at soup kitchen we bought 2 of the kittens (the 3^rd apparently disappeared or was eaten or something) and brought them back to hostel for him! They’re called Ashley and Kate. Score. 

N'AAAWWWWW <3

Kruger National Park, The Dow Family in Africa and Projectile Vomiting on Whales

Hazyview/Kruger

So being reunited with the family was great! Mum cried, Dad had tears and as expected Ross showed no emotions what-so-ever cause he’s ‘hard’ now... but god is he HUGE.  I’ve been away from them for almost 10 months now, but as soon as we were all together again it didn’t feel like we had been apart for any time at all. Especially when we were all packed into the hire car, driving to Hazyview and arguing over the Sat Nav... it felt just like old times, some things won’t ever change.

Now that the parents are out it’s time to be treated! After weeks on end of travelling around different countries on unreliable public transport lugging a gargantuan backpack, sleeping in bunk beds and surviving on instant noodles it was a lovely change to be staying in an actual Safari Lodge! We had luxuries such as a double bed, a shower that we didn’t share with 30 people, a maid who MADE OUR BED and fancy meals to introduce the family to such as crocodile tail. FYI, if you ever get the change to try crocodile tail I strongly suggest that you do it, it is amazing.

Our first day of our ‘African Holiday’ together was spent driving around the Panorama Route; a beautiful scenic area that boasts some of the most breathtaking views you could imagine. We visited waterfalls, potholes, God’s Window and even had pancakes at a pancake house – fantastic! We even saw elephants by the roadside a mere 5 minutes drive from our Lodge, which was surreal but a brilliant way to get us ready for the main event of the next day... SAFARI IN KRUGER PARK! Wooo!

Route to Blyde River Dam

Kruger National Park is literally the creme-de-la-creme of nature reserves, it is the size (if not bigger) than the United Kingdom and is home to many of the Big 5. Ashley and I have been wanting to go to Kruger ever since we arrived in Africa as it is a MUST SEE of this continent, however on our mere backpacker funds and limited transport we were struggling to make it happen – so thank god the Dow’s did come out! ;)

We hauled ourselves out of our warm beds into the freezing cold morning at the ridiculous time of 5:00am for the sunrise safari; this made the first hour or so slightly bittersweet as my excitement was tainted by my body rejecting the early morning! Amazingly we were only 20 minutes into Kruger before we saw a pack of wild dog and two lions by the side of the road, which really boosted my spirits and got everyone into the spirit of the day and ready to spot some animals.
The safari day was absolutely amazing; we saw millions of impala, kudu and nyala (as expected, they are as common as pigeons in London), bushbuck, waterbuck, mongoose, buffalo, wildebeest, hippo, rhino, warthog, hundreds of herds of elephant and then 4 more lions!(Rubber dingy rapids bro.) Never in my life has 11 hours sat in a vehicle gone past so quickly.

Safari! Driver Bernard :)

LION IN THE WILD, LION IN THE WILD!

The next day saw us on yet another scenic drive to the dam at Blyde River Canyon; I’ve never been to America so I don’t know what it is really like, but driving on the roads up to the mountains made me feel like I was in an American movie on my way to summer camp or something!
The dam was a vast sparkling pool of blue, the place was untouched and one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever visited. It’s so untouched that the wildlife are free to roam around as they please, so it’s safe to say that Ross was more than surprised when he went to investigate the woodland and stumbled across a group of fully grown baboons... he ran back to us pretty sharpish! Don’t blame him really.

Swaziland  

Having the family at the projects was brilliant but surreal at the same time; this place is home for me now but it is brand new for them, and seeing them actually there in the flesh meeting the people we’ve been working with for 10 months was absolutely crazy. I imagine that it was just as strange for them because they’re so used to seeing photos of the places and the children, and then all of a sudden they’re there at the preschool getting mobbed by 30 kids all at once! Mum brought out some gifts for the children at Injabulo; new books and a parachute! Safe to say that they enjoyed the stories we read to them, but they absolutely bat-crap crazy when the parachute came out! It’s a fairly small parachute, and for some reason all they wanted to do was to stand underneath it and scream... which is exactly what they did. So I think they are very pleased with the new addition to activities that they can play, and it’s my mission to actually make them understand how the parachute games work, instead of just gripping onto the material and screaming for 10 minutes.

As we’d just got back off holidays there was no hostel food to cook for soup kitchen, so Mum and Dad bought 10kg of rice, beans, gravy and chackalacka so that we could make the children a lovely fresh meal. They also decided that they wanted to donate loads of fruit to the kids so we ended up taking with us about 100 oranges, 100 apples and 150 bananas! It was one of the best meals we’ve ever served at soup kitchen, and every child walked away with 2 bananas, an apple and an orange which left me feeling ecstatically happy because it’s not often that we are able to take up treats for the kids and I love seeing their faces when we do!
However, the biggest surprise of the whole day was that Mum didn’t cry at the projects; I was slightly disappointed because I’d been looking forward to seeing just how open the flood gates would be! Round of applause to her for keeping it together though.

I think they all really enjoyed spending time with the children, and the only downside of the whole thing was that Ross wore a white wife beater vest and it got dirty... and we ALL heard about it, quite a lot. May that be a lesson to all for the future; when people tell you not to wear white clothes around mischievous African children, DON’T DO IT. Especially if you’re going to complain about it afterwards ;) Told you so.

Lovely candid shot there. Sorry, re-uploading a different one takes too long, waa.
But AUNTY VINAH!

Durban

Hotel view of casino and stadium.

We spent two days in Durban as a pit stop on our travels after leaving Swaziland; our hotel was a stone’s throw away from the Moses Mabhida Stadium and Ross took advantage of this and signed himself up to do the Big Swing! Basically he climbed up to the very top of the stadium and then threw himself off it again. Standing with Mum and Dad watching him do it was torture because Mum was freaking out the whole entire time, and all I could think of was how glad I was that she hadn’t been with me all this year while I had been doing bungees, gorge jumps etc! She’s such a worrier.

Moses Mabhida Stadium Sunset

Durban Beach!

Buzzing after the jump!

St. Lucia

A tiny titbit of information that I have failed to mention in this blog so far is that ever since my family came out my body decided to swap its ‘fight or flight’ response. So far I had been cruising through day to day life absolutely fine (because I had to), but when the family arrived it’s like my body decided to crash and it needed a rest. Unfortunately that meant that I was pretty ill when they were out visiting, so we had to change our travel plans from going to the beautiful Port St John’s and we stayed a little closer to Swaziland... St. Lucia to be exact. This wasn’t a total disaster as St Lucia turned out to be absolutely beautiful!

We drove ourselves through a gorgeous savannah nature reserve (a completely different experience to Kruger, which is dense bush land and you don’t really see much scenery) to Cape Vidal. Cape Vidal is a breathtaking beach that reminded me of the Mozambican coast, and from a viewpoint we were able to see rhino at a watering hole in one direction and then breaching whales in the Indian ocean in the other!
Driving back to the lodge Mum finally did her first stint of driving the hire car; everything was going fine until we came across 2 huge rhinos in the road! All of a sudden Mum was a quaking mess, forgetting how to drive, unable to put the car in gear and screaming all sorts of obscenities at us for just sitting and laughing at her. So we now have two funny stories about Mum on safari; the other being when she expressed her opinions on how there weren’t many people on bikes or motorbikes in Kruger National Park “surely it would be a nice place to have cycle routes”, yeah sure it would Mum, if you wanted to be eaten by a lion or trampled by elephants!

Cutest baby monkey next to our car!

 In St. Lucia we also fulfilled one of Ross’s African Dreams; to play with some wild cats. We went to a cat project that introduces cats back into the wild and we got to play with cheetahs, servals and wild cats. They were the cutest things ever!

Caracal

Cheetah

Drama Queen of a Cheetah, not wanting a photo.

Baby serval! BFF's.

Since we saw all the whales breaching at Cape Vidal we decided it would be worth it to go whale watching, so we hurtle out towards the whales on the boat through the surf with Mum screaming her head off and gripping onto her seat... so loudly that the captain turned around and said “well I hear that we have a screamer on board”. Seeing the whales was absolutely amazing, they came up so close to the boat, went under the boat and were even throwing themselves straight up out of the water. We even had one singing whale, however it was too quiet for me to hear on the top deck, but Mum and Ross apparently heard it. As amazing an experience as it was the whole 2 hours at sea was overshadowed for me by gut wrenching sea sickness, during this period of being ill I’ve obviously broken my sea legs too. Luckily for me this was the first day  I had been feeling a little bit better, yet unluckily for me this was just another day where I ended up chundering everywhere. This time it was from sea sickness rather than sickness, but it doesn’t change the fact that I hurled luminous orange chunks overboard (thanks for that Vitamin C tonic Mum and Dad) and ended up waiting for Mum to find a tissue while I stared at the water moving past my eyes with salt, sick and hair plastered to my face. Probably not one of my most dignified moments.

After the whale watching we were issued with free tickets for a crocodile and hippo boat tour – fantastic. It was on a barge type boat and on an estuary so luckily my stomach stayed settled and I didn’t end up expelling any more bodily fluids overboard.

Our last evening in South Africa was spent much like any other, going to a restaurant to watch Dad and Ross eat massive steaks. I really don’t think they’ll be happy leaving the meat behind when they leave this country, they’ve basically eaten fillet steak everyday for 2 weeks and been as happy as the cat who got the cream. The butchers back home isn’t ever going to be the same again.

Swaziland

I returned to Swaziland to find that I had been thrown out of my room at hostel; not the best welcome home surprise that you could wish for. A high school in Swaziland closed down so now all the other schools are taking on their students; Sisekelo took on too many students in the hostel than they had room for so we (the interns) caught the short straw. We’ve now been squished into one box room, which isn’t so bad if it is what you arrive to, but after 10 months of having some space to actually stand on the floor of your room you start getting a little bit nostalgic for what you lost.

I can’t believe that it is only 6 weeks until I see everyone again! Six weeks left of Africa means six more amazing weeks filled of memories, but it also means that there’s only 6 weeks until I will suffer the worst heartbreak I’ve ever felt... leaving this place will be like tearing off a plaster that takes a chunk of my skin with it, there will be pain and the scar of Swaziland and everyone that I leave behind will be an experience that will remain with me forever. The amazing memories will never leave me, but neither will the ache of turning my back on the people and children I have come to know and love. Being here has changed me as a person, and these are the people who have taught me the lessons; they have taught unknowingly and I have learnt unknowingly. I just hope that these changes will always stay with me and keep on influencing the person that I am and the person that I am still to become.

Kate xx