Last days in Africa
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It is now my last day in Africa and I am anxious about the days ahead in India. However, I thought I better fire off an entry about my final days here in South Africa.
JBay continued to prove a big party. They even had some obnoxious comedian come perform at the hostel one night. He dressed as a nun and required lots of audience participation (girls vs. boys games). It was something different at least. We did manage to get out and sandboard one day. I've never snowboarded or anything, so I was pretty conservative in my approach so I managed not to fall the whole time. Kori is a big snowboarder, so she went all out and ended up with a small concussion and twisted ankle (sandboarding is really nothing like snowboarding).
After a few nights there we decided to move onto Cintsa, hoping to enjoy the "most popular hostel in South Africa.
Coffee Bay stayed pretty much in a fog and rain the first day, so we basically got up and started playing drinking games. I actually decided against a 1 p.m. start to that due to the bar tab policy, but yes, it was a long day of fun. The next day the weather cleared up a bit so we hiked for three hours to Hole in the Wall, a small town next door which boasts, you guessed it, a hole in the wall. I wasn't so impressed but I needed the exercise. That night we participated in the T-party, where you dress as anything starting with a T. I was going to be Tammy Faye Baker (lots of mascara), but then got talked into being one of the Teletubbies.
After three nights there we needed to get moving. Kori and I wanted to get to Swaziland and Ash wanted to start heading back to Cape Town with the car, so he drove us to Umtata to catch a bus to Durban. So we had to say farewell to Ash and our car we called Dorp. We reached Durban about 10 at night and made our way to a really fun hostel called Nomads. The staff was really great there. We found out that to get to Swazi would involve a seven hour ride on a minibus (not so comfy) and we'd really have very little time there.
The first day we went shopping at a local market and I bought some last minute souvies from here. Then we signed up for a Zulu village tour the next day. We visited a village, including meeting the local "traditional healer" who offered up fortune tellings. Kori and I thought why not, so she had her reading first, emerging after about 20 minutes with some love potion they insisted she needed to get herself a husband (and also at a cost of 120 rand). I guess her reading was pretty much on. I got in there and she was praying and chanting and the interpreter started telling me what she was saying. Right off the bat she started talking about my abusive boyfriend.
The next morning we grabbed our bus to Jo'burg. Now the night before this guy from Germany told us how his hostel was robbed while he was in Jo'burg, them taking everything out of the hostel safe. He luckily didn't put anything in there, but many did, causing much distress. That made me think twice about using the hostel safe, which I had been doing up til then. When we arrived in Jo'burg, I expected my friend Hannes whom I met in Bloem to pick us up. He wasn't at the bus station so I called him and he said his vehicle had just been broken into the afternoon before, taking his computer (second time stolen since moving here) and his passport/wallet, pretty much everything, so he was busy sorting that out. While I was chatting with him there were all sort of people hovering around us at the phones.
When we arrived we found out there would be no hostel dinner, so they told us to walk up to the store around the corner. We both hesitated, feeling like we were walking around with targets on our foreheads, but they insisted this area safe. We made our way to the store and on the walk back, noticed traffic lights were out and the convenience store was already dark at 6 p.m. We thought everything just shuts down, telling people to get to the safety of the homes, which by the way are all fenced in, and I mean, high fences, with wicked barbed wire/jagged poles. I could not live here. When we got back to the hostel, though, it was apparent it was just a power outage, a daily occurence here.
Our last night together, Kori and I hung at the hostel, having cocktails with another gal. We were to part ways in the morning, with Kori heading off to Namibia. We traveled together three weeks in all, the longest I've traveled with someone I met on the road. It was such a blast, but back to being solo again.
In the morning Kori left and then I headed to the Apartheid Museum with some fellas from the hostel. It was an amazing place. They did a great job with the design with loads of information and pictures and stories. Some of the images put me on the edge of tears. Afterward I met up with Hannes for dinner.
So here I am, my last day before heading to India.