Hole in the wall
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This morning we ate a hearty breakfast in preparation for our walk to the 'Hole-in-the-wall.' Our hostel tries to employ as many local people as possible in different capacities (rural unemployment in this area is running at 60%) and has trained up local students to act as guides. Our guide today was Tom, a 21 year old student from one of the nearby villages. He proved to be a very good guide, with a good sense of humour and excellent English. The walk took about 3hrs; we admired the breathtaking coastal scenery as we weaved up and down hills and past local villages. We sat for a while at the end, and bought some shell necklaces from some lovely children - quite shy and not at all pushy - a distinct change from Cambodia.
Tonight, we signed up for dinner at the local headman's hut. The headman of a village is second in rank to the chief. We all set off at dusk, and walked to the top of a nearby hill. When we arrived, as is tradition, the women sat on the floor on mats, and the guys behind on seats. We were treated to a dancing performance by the local young women, and the local brew was passed from person to person in small buckets (a bit chewy, but tasted better than it looked). It was certainly an authentic atmosphere - a chicken roamed, babies slept in blanket slings, and candles were lit and stuck on the walls. After the dancing, we ate some traditional Xhosa food, first of all samp (beans) and then ground millet with vegetables - a little bland, but otherwise ok.
After that, the villagers got their turn, and a man asked Diane to marry him (with a dowry of ten cows), and what would the procedure be? All her notions of modern womanhood went straight out of the window, and she replied " You will have to negotiate with my father." He enquired how he would do this; Diane informed him he would have to get on a plane to England, and that seemed to put him off somewhat. Emma was no use whatsoever throughout all of this, and nearly had a severe rupture caused by laughing.
To finish the evening, there was more dancing and this time we all joined in. It was good fun dancing with the children, but quite tiring. After all the jollyment, we walked back to the hostel by the light of the moon (and the torch evry now and again). It was good to be in a place where we felt safe to walk around at night - ironic that it was in a place with very few white people.