Hi Everyone
It's been a while. I figured I would post one last time, at least until we set off on our next adventure. This is my fourth post to have started since our return to Canada, A.K.A real life, none of which I got around to finishing, for an assortment of reasons. I either got busy, got bored, or what I had written just wasn't working properly to the point where I didn't feel like I could continue to write.
I have high hopes for this post, simply because I'm not writing it with any kind of preconceived purpose other than to assure you that I haven't disappeared off the face of the planet. It's not an adjusting post, there would be big problems if after three months we weren't adjusted. It's just a general thinking post. I hope that's alright.
Let's start our journey in the past tense. Leaving South Africa was one of the hardest things I've ever put myself through. I'm so thankful for the opportunity, which I know was a rare one, particularly among people my age. There were high and low points, as in everything but in some ways, I don't think the trip could have turned out any more perfectly. I met some fantastic people, who I hope to stay close with. I learned invaluable lessons and grew up in ways I couldn't have imagined. I fell in love with the city, became closer with my family, got a great tan, immersed myself in the complicated, horrific and inspiring history of the country, and of course, saw a wealth of unforgettable sights. On top of all of that, I met one of the most important people in my life today. Needless to say, leaving was painful but I feel so lucky to have arrived at all.
Today, and the surrounding days feel almost like a filler in between moments. I'm not sure what I'm expecting. For now, it's school, sleep, and whatever I happen to be doing in between. In late April and all through May, I'm going to have a busy performance season in the way of choir and voice. In June, I'm launching into final exams, making a week long trip to Quebec City with my class, and, of course, graduating from junior high (for the second time). I can't speak for the rest of my family, although I know everybody is working hard at their respective jobs. I'll try to convince one of them to make a post of their own.
This brings us to the summer. We've made plans, some of which are final, some less so. If anyone is interested, I would be happy to keep writing whenever I have something interesting to announce. If not, until the next adventure folks.
-Holly
The Scott-Black Family
Saturday, 4 April 2015
Saturday, 27 December 2014
Just realized I never posted this
entry. Better later than never….
I’m sitting in the airport lounge in
Kigali, Rwanda, thinking that maybe it is time for my first blog posting! We are beginning the sad process of packing
up our things to head back to Canada.
Holly has done an admirable job of documenting our adventures. This sabbatical has been very different from
our time in Europe. We have all made
friends and conquered fears and challenges.
We have also come to love this country and the people we have
encountered here. Brash, aggressive,
friendly, thoughtful, committed, welcoming…these all describe our many friends
and acquaintances. We have been fascinated by the way this country has moved
forward since 1994, but we have also been struck by the changes that have yet
to be made. I had the opportunity to
travel across the country; Mafeking, Kimberly, Pretoria, Johannesburg and
Soweto, Belfast, Durban, East London, Cape Town, and many small towns in
between. I have spoken with nurses, midwives, administrators, researchers,
individuals working for UNFPA and the National Department of Health (including
the minister of health!). My job has been to evaluate the Confidential Enquiry
into Maternal Deaths in South Africa. While SA is a middle income country, the
vast majority of the country is low income and a small minority are high
income. Although the “middle class” is growing, there are huge disparities in
terms of wealth, education and health. The maternal mortality reflects this.
While SA has devoted much time and energy into assessing maternal deaths and
understanding root causes, they recognize that improvements can and should be
made. This is where I come in!
Interviewing people, reading reports and articles, participating in
maternal death reviews at hospitals and in meetings with other African
countries, has all been part of the evaluation. Though often challenging and
stressful it has given me a rare insight into maternal health in Africa, and
has introduced me to the most committed and hard working people I have ever
met. I feel lucky!
Now we are starting to say goodbye to
school friends and colleagues, packing our luggage and wondering how to get it
all home! Christmas in South Africa will
be a novelty. No white Christmas for
us! We will miss being home, surrounded
by our Canadian family and friends, but we also welcome this last unique
experience in a country we feel is partly our own now. Merry Christmas to all of you who have “tuned
in” to the blog!
Heather
Friday, 14 November 2014
Greetings all!
I'm afraid we have been pretty irregular with our news, which will come as no great surprise to my family. Plus, we here have all been leaning on Holly for our next installment, since she has become "the writer in the family"! However, while you are waiting for her next (post-exams) entry, I thought I should just give you a quick summary-update of our doings.
In short, we have all been busy settling into our school and work routines here, which among other things involves a lot of DRIVING! Joburg is famous for its traffic, and for its mini-bus taxis which follow an entirely different set of rules of the road that no one else entirely understands (except that it is good to leave as much distance as possible between you and the mini-bus taxis). Meanwhile, we are collecting various snippets from the frequent traffic reports which we think will make for a great Monty Python-type item on the weird, wonderful, and bizarre of getting about this place (Radio Announcer: "Oh dear.... Oh dear... Oh dear!! I do hope this is a mistake! There is a motorcyclist on fire at the Malibongwe interchange. I do hope that should read, there is a motorcycle on fire....").
Having said all this, we are really enjoying the energy, edge, and creativity of the economic heart of the new South Africa. The kids are all having quite remarkable school experiences, in very different ways. Holly and Rory are at Sacred Heart College, which has quite a storied anti-apartheid history and, unlike most of the fee-paying schools here, is three-quarters or more non-white. The kids are really enjoying hearing from their classmates about their parents' prison stories! Holly is now deep into her first real set of exams, which she is finding challenging but strangely exhilarating. Elizabeth's international school experience includes peers from over 80 different countries, along with a very high standard (and demanding pace) of teaching and learning. She is loving the friends she has made, and is juggling participation in the upcoming school musical performance of "Legally Blonde". She has even learned to tolerate her 5:15 wakeup and nearly hour-long commute each way!
Heather is also going through her own intensive learning experience concerning the Maternal Death audit system for the country, and I am enjoying learning from her investigations second hand. The report she is writing has taken her to 7 of the country's 9 provinces, with incredibly varied conditions (though in each case vast inequalities between the proverbial haves and have-nots). Last week she was summoned to an audience with the national Minister of Health, where she presented her preliminary findings! He is considered to be a very good and dedicated minister, and it was good to have the opportunity to meet him. Oh, and she also broke her foot! It is healing well, but in the meantime this apparently allowed her to compare walking boots with the Minister, who also recently broke his foot.
Meanwhile I'm afraid much of my time has been occupied trying to get a book which was supposed to have been put to bed before I left Halifax off my desk once and for all. However I am slowly chipping away at some new writing projects and enjoying connecting with new and old friends and colleagues. I have been down to the western Cape for a short visit where I did a presentation at the University of Cape Town (among the most beautiful campuses in the world) and had some meetings with colleagues at Stellenbosch University. We also managed a long weekend getaway to the Royal Natal National Park which is the Drakensberg Mountains. Heather and I went there almost two decades ago and it was great to share the experience with our kids. It is a stunningly beautiful place, with demanding but rewarding hikes. Just watch your lunch: a good chunk of ours was stolen by an aggressive local baboon while our backs were turned!
So that's a very quick update from Jozi (the place seems to have lots of nicknames!). Hope you are all well; warm greetings from all of us.
David.
Sunday, 19 October 2014
Updates.
The garden grew back. Lettuce has been abundant since we last spoke!
I'm not sure whether I had mentioned the Apartheid Museum, but we visited it roughly a week before school started. Interactive, extensive and an architectural marvel, it was, without a doubt, the best museum I've been to in this country to date.
Our landlady is officially living on the property! She is taking a break from her travels and has made her home the fully functioning shed out back. We're finally getting the true South African communal living experience!
Yesterday, we made a quick trip to Constitution Hill to tour the prison and walk the steps. It's amazing when you visit a museum that has been so carefully preserved. It's like ripping a chunk out of the past and tossing it into the future, or eavesdropping in on a hushed conversation that you really weren't meant to hear. It's enticing, compelling and heartbreaking all at once.
As for work Heather just arrived home from a trip to Durban and she's reaching the climax of her work experience here. Dave is currently in Cape Town for his temporary job at Witt's and is also working on a few side projects (ex. The never-ending book). If you are interested, I'm sure I could coax a few minutes out of them to do a full write up on their positions.
School continues. Life halts for no man. We work, we school, we try to fit in a bit of typically touristy stuff in between the cracks. I've got one month till the beginning of exams, and midterm break is this Friday to next Monday for Rory and I, and Bethy has hers all of this week! Which brings us to our next topic of conversation; looking towards the future.
As I mentioned, we are off on our midterm break very shortly. To celebrate this and Thanksgiving (I know that it was last week. We saved it for the public holiday), we are going hiking in the Drakensberg Mountains for three days. Hopefully, we will also be feasting up there! And, of course, giving thanks.
Mid December, we will make our way (with Christine in tow) to the Western Cape, a.k.a SA's golden province. We start in Cape Town and move our way up to Stellenbosch, for some intensive wine tasting. And then, we fly all the way back to cold, cold Canada. Voila.
That's it! I will make sure to let you know if anything else comes up, which I'm sure it will. Can you BELIEVE that we've already been here for over three months? I can't. Laying all the building blocks out like this, it makes me realize how short six months actually is. We will be seeing our lovely Ontarian branch of family in 78 days, and are already looking forward to spending New Years with you. Till then!
P.S. Keep the comments coming! I love to hear what you have to say. Plus, on an emotional level, it's very validating. ;)
Shout out to Frank for the Godzilla link!
I'm not sure whether I had mentioned the Apartheid Museum, but we visited it roughly a week before school started. Interactive, extensive and an architectural marvel, it was, without a doubt, the best museum I've been to in this country to date.
Our landlady is officially living on the property! She is taking a break from her travels and has made her home the fully functioning shed out back. We're finally getting the true South African communal living experience!
Yesterday, we made a quick trip to Constitution Hill to tour the prison and walk the steps. It's amazing when you visit a museum that has been so carefully preserved. It's like ripping a chunk out of the past and tossing it into the future, or eavesdropping in on a hushed conversation that you really weren't meant to hear. It's enticing, compelling and heartbreaking all at once.
As for work Heather just arrived home from a trip to Durban and she's reaching the climax of her work experience here. Dave is currently in Cape Town for his temporary job at Witt's and is also working on a few side projects (ex. The never-ending book). If you are interested, I'm sure I could coax a few minutes out of them to do a full write up on their positions.
School continues. Life halts for no man. We work, we school, we try to fit in a bit of typically touristy stuff in between the cracks. I've got one month till the beginning of exams, and midterm break is this Friday to next Monday for Rory and I, and Bethy has hers all of this week! Which brings us to our next topic of conversation; looking towards the future.
As I mentioned, we are off on our midterm break very shortly. To celebrate this and Thanksgiving (I know that it was last week. We saved it for the public holiday), we are going hiking in the Drakensberg Mountains for three days. Hopefully, we will also be feasting up there! And, of course, giving thanks.
Mid December, we will make our way (with Christine in tow) to the Western Cape, a.k.a SA's golden province. We start in Cape Town and move our way up to Stellenbosch, for some intensive wine tasting. And then, we fly all the way back to cold, cold Canada. Voila.
That's it! I will make sure to let you know if anything else comes up, which I'm sure it will. Can you BELIEVE that we've already been here for over three months? I can't. Laying all the building blocks out like this, it makes me realize how short six months actually is. We will be seeing our lovely Ontarian branch of family in 78 days, and are already looking forward to spending New Years with you. Till then!
P.S. Keep the comments coming! I love to hear what you have to say. Plus, on an emotional level, it's very validating. ;)
Shout out to Frank for the Godzilla link!
Thursday, 25 September 2014
Before we jump right in, I would like to formally address the three week hiatus to which you, dearest devoted readers, have been subject. The fact is, sitting on couches, eating food, reading books and writing on the internet isn't my job anymore. Now, my job is to sit in a classroom and learn about things other than writing on the internet, like electrostatics and Catholicism.
I want my old job back.
Truthfully, though, being back at school is far beyond anything I was anticipating. I'm putting this down to the drastic change in environment. And by that I mean the company. Rory and I agree that Sacred Heart College, the school we attend, is plainly incredible! My classmates don't seem to realize how hard everyone is thinking, how fast the minds around them create new images and come up with fresh questions to ask. I've been scooped up into the eager, inviting cupped hands of SHC, and I have the feeling that, bit by small bit, my outlook on this form of educating is being remodelled. Doubtless, I still have my complaints, as every thinking person should, but to put a fine point on my point, the people at this school are less... dumb. And I'm enjoying it.
You read the title. I know you did. You're thinking; "Alright Holly, we've heard about you're boring life. School, blah, people, blah, blah, fine! The only reason I'm reading this blogpost is because you began it with the word Godzilla." I understand your sentiment 126%.
Don't worry. No members of this family were fatally injured, just a few bruises here and there. Possibly a goose egg. But, much more than surface injury, the experience was traumatizing.
We were warned that after a very hot day in the summer (as in mid thirties) there would often be a short, but violent, thunderstorm, averaging at 10-20 minutes in length. It's easy to imagine the earth eagerly taking in gulps of it's stripped moisture, like we would cannonball into the lake, or maybe tip back a tall cool glass of water, dehydration turning it sweet as it rushes down our throats. However, this was not how our first South African storm played itself out. First of all, it was a coolish day (I have a deeply routed fear of morphing into an SA cold-wimp), and I was wearing full length pants for the first time in a very long time. It had been disturbingly overcast all day long. At around 6:30 PM, the first flash of lightning shot through the sky. A few minutes later, we began getting ready to walk to dinner. Ten minutes past, started our trek. In about two minutes it started raining. We all pulled our hoods up over our heads and walked a little bit faster, then-
"Ow! Did you feel that?"
"Is it raining teeth?"
"OW!"
Bethy, Dave and I hid out in a bus shelter with a pleasingly optimistic new friend, while Heather tried to keep on (we were minus Rory) and eventually found us, pounded, pummelled and soaked. We did not go to dinner that night.
Instead, however, we whipped up a massive, fresh salad and sliced a beautiful rye loaf! After dinner, we popped some popcorn over the stove (labour-intensive but worth it) and settled down to a movie.
It kept raining for roughly 3-4 hours after we got home. Just to supply you with a rough estimate, the hail stones were maybe a little bit smaller than ping pong balls. Insane, right? While there was minimal damage done to the three of us, Mum woke up thee next morning covered in big, round, bruises.
The most severe damage was done, not to a person, but to our lovely garden. If someone like, say, Christine is reading this, I suggest you brace yourself for the following pictures. Try not to burst into tears.
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Shredded chives |
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Self-explanatory |
Used-to-be swiss chard |
Amazing Roddy |
Thriving vines no more |
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Demolished flowers |
Pitiful brocoli |
Our gardener, Roddy, worked his amazing butt off yesterday to correct some of the damage. Our landlord, apparently has a gift card to buy some new plants, thank god and the herbs and leaves will grow back. Pray for the little guys :(
P.S. If you are interested in knowing something in particular about our journey, feel free to leave a comment down below! We love it when you doooo.
-Holly
Saturday, 23 August 2014
July 2014 and Beyond, pt. 3
Next on our list was on the South-East coast, in Durban.
Durban is a cultural blend of quintessentially african urban, with the bustling downtown area in constant motion, fruit and vegetable stalls lining the streets up and down and worn down storefronts in a constant circulation of smiling joking people, and a laid back, beachfront lifestyle where everyone moves in slow motion and carry's their shoes in their bags. Then, there's the flurescent nightlife, when the young cats come out and enjoy the fun, artistic scene this generation has brought with it.
I was in love with all of it, almost instantly. After yet another long, tiring drive, this time in an even smaller car we rented after getting stuck at a gas station for six hours on our way back from Kruger (while we waited for the tow truck to come, we got dinner at Steers. I had the greek salad) we arrived in Durban at the height of evening rush hour. There were people everywhere. In cars, on the sidewalks, running in the streets, standing at bus stations that littered the wide blocks. Our hostel, when we arrived there, was a zigzagging mishmash of an Italian style villa, with an amazing communal vibe, very helpful staff, but very little internet.
An informal breakfast was served each morning, a "get to know your fellow backpackers" type of affair. I think we were the only people there not backpacking.
After breakfast, we drove down to the local water park/ marine park/ aquarium/ buffet restaurant, Ushaka, after being told it was a must see; and let me tell you, it was! The aquarium was unlike anything I've ever experienced - seen from the inside of a sunken ship, the building had incorporated every detail, down to the last life jacket. My dad can testify, when I first saw a fish swim past the porthole I had my face pressed up against, I practically backflipped out of my swimsuit! But it didn't end there. The aquarium had an impressive collection of extremely angry looking sharks, an adorable tank dedicated to the star fishy's of Finding Nemo, a hypnotic, glow in the dark jellyfish display and an immersing semicircle glass panel that made us all feel like we were breathing underwater. The buffet food was spectacular. It had options to please both the veggies and the not-so-muchies in our family and an overflowing bin full of mealie meal (aka mealie pap and samp (you may or may not know it as hominy)), a southern african speciality which has stolen my meatless heart. The dolphin show was charming and had the crowd going wild! Honestly, my least favourite part of the day was the tallest water slide in africa! We have now made up our minds to push for an aquarium in Halifax. Isn't that ingenious? We think it is. If someone from the government of Nova Scotia is reading this, please take note! (I'm really not ruling that out as a possibility; I recently discovered that we have an audience in Venezuela and Germany.)
After Ushaka, we cooled off in the beautiful waters of the indian ocean along Durban's "Golden Mile", a picturesque sprawling beachfront. The water was some of the most perfect that I've ever felt, and the surf was fantastic!
Next on our list was on the South-East coast, in Durban.
Durban is a cultural blend of quintessentially african urban, with the bustling downtown area in constant motion, fruit and vegetable stalls lining the streets up and down and worn down storefronts in a constant circulation of smiling joking people, and a laid back, beachfront lifestyle where everyone moves in slow motion and carry's their shoes in their bags. Then, there's the flurescent nightlife, when the young cats come out and enjoy the fun, artistic scene this generation has brought with it.
I was in love with all of it, almost instantly. After yet another long, tiring drive, this time in an even smaller car we rented after getting stuck at a gas station for six hours on our way back from Kruger (while we waited for the tow truck to come, we got dinner at Steers. I had the greek salad) we arrived in Durban at the height of evening rush hour. There were people everywhere. In cars, on the sidewalks, running in the streets, standing at bus stations that littered the wide blocks. Our hostel, when we arrived there, was a zigzagging mishmash of an Italian style villa, with an amazing communal vibe, very helpful staff, but very little internet.
After breakfast, we drove down to the local water park/ marine park/ aquarium/ buffet restaurant, Ushaka, after being told it was a must see; and let me tell you, it was! The aquarium was unlike anything I've ever experienced - seen from the inside of a sunken ship, the building had incorporated every detail, down to the last life jacket. My dad can testify, when I first saw a fish swim past the porthole I had my face pressed up against, I practically backflipped out of my swimsuit! But it didn't end there. The aquarium had an impressive collection of extremely angry looking sharks, an adorable tank dedicated to the star fishy's of Finding Nemo, a hypnotic, glow in the dark jellyfish display and an immersing semicircle glass panel that made us all feel like we were breathing underwater. The buffet food was spectacular. It had options to please both the veggies and the not-so-muchies in our family and an overflowing bin full of mealie meal (aka mealie pap and samp (you may or may not know it as hominy)), a southern african speciality which has stolen my meatless heart. The dolphin show was charming and had the crowd going wild! Honestly, my least favourite part of the day was the tallest water slide in africa! We have now made up our minds to push for an aquarium in Halifax. Isn't that ingenious? We think it is. If someone from the government of Nova Scotia is reading this, please take note! (I'm really not ruling that out as a possibility; I recently discovered that we have an audience in Venezuela and Germany.)
After Ushaka, we cooled off in the beautiful waters of the indian ocean along Durban's "Golden Mile", a picturesque sprawling beachfront. The water was some of the most perfect that I've ever felt, and the surf was fantastic!
On day two, we saw a completely different side of Durban, starting with the Victoria market. If we had driven down, found a parking spot and left, I would have walked away happy. Since we didn't, I walked away happier! There's something enchanting about pushing your way past hordes of noisy people; an enchantment that was apparent as we squeezed our way through the streets of down town Durban. A certain charm felt only when you have negative personal space. It's like everyone is part of a functioning routine. No one person is left out. Sure, we were subject to a few raised eyebrows, due to the fact that we were the only white people in the entire area and looked distinctly touristy; partly because of the oversized backpacks and loose fitting capri pants made out of breathable synthetic material (you know who I'm talking about), and partly because a reasonable percentage of white people in this country have made it their mission to avoid walking at all possible costs.
Trust me when I say, they don't know what their missing! That whole morning, I couldn't keep a smile off of my face.
After the market, we drove back down to the waterfront and enjoyed a quirky, delicious meal at a debuting restaurant before renting bicycles and pedalling our way down the Golden Mile! If I remember correctly, we turned out to have cycled a grand total of 14 km, stopping midway for another heavenly swim and coffee and snacks at a Mugg & Bean.
The day rounded itself off with a family card game. Needless to say things got a bit craaazy. That night gave birth to enough inside jokes to last me a couple decades and then some!
The next morning, we packed up shop and sardined ourselves into the car once more for the long drive back to Joburg. Two days wasn't long enough by a half in this amazing city and I hope one day to be back.
Watch out Durban ;)
Monday, 11 August 2014
July 2014 and Beyond, pt. 2
Kruger National Park.
The beauty of this place is that it is as it was. It's one of the few places left on earth that hasn't been torn down and remodelled by the foot of mankind. Nature has been allowed to work it's own magic. To feed it's own body, take it's own course. It has been allowed to swell, to falter, to grow and move at it's own pace without the interruptions of big city noises, a beauty which feels so fragile it could shatter at a too loud word, yet with the resilience and elasticity of the animal kingdom. Planet earth cleared a path for all this life. For once, we haven't put up a roadblock and tried to do construction. For once, undisturbed existence has been allowed to thrive, and it's exquisite.
The best time is at sunset, when the world turns into a silhouette, a shadow and a whole thing all at once. The shades of yellow, orange, pink and white, blended together in a show stopping array too perfect to be teased by the distractions of the rest of the landscape. As we drove past in our guided vehicle, I traced out the blotted figures with my hands, and trees came to life, their every detail blended into a two dimensional figure. If you looked away for one second, the picture would have changed, so you had to keep your eyes on the sun as it dropped like a stone.
It's sights like these that are meant to be enjoyed for more than a split second, but I'll take what I can get.
Elephants have always been one of my favourite animals. I find myself drawn to them, wherever I am. At home, my napkin holder is shaped like one. A couple weeks ago, I bought a traditional elephant painting. I was finding it very hard to resist the little ivory elephant at the Victoria Market in Durban. No matter what beautiful things are created in the shape of theses creatures, nothing will ever compare to the real thing. Relaxed, regal, lined skin telling a story of existence. They instilled a sense of peace in my subconscious. I wasn't afraid of them and they certainly weren't afraid of me.
The Big Five of the animal kingdom. The absolute most vicious and difficult to pursue of all the hunted. In three days, they found us, one by one. We felt vey special.
And now, a montage for your viewing pleasure!
Morning walk in the bush
Mopani Rest Camp
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Mopani (or butterfly) tree's that surround the camp |
Their name comes from the resemblance the leaves bear to our favourite fluttery little insects |
Beautiful animals
Enjoy!
Holly
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