Should have gone to Specsavers

Till Sunday 22nd March 2009 (Mothering Sunday) - Having slept in the room doubling as the laundry room, the window left open for all the washing machine piping, I wake with a face like dot to dot puzzle having been attacked in the night by the local mozis! Welcome to Agulhas!

Feeling like a Dalmatian, I join Bridgett at the Honorary Rangers monthly meeting and the social post meeting braai. I spend my afternoon exploring the beach.

Sunday, Bridgett takes me up the Agulhas Lighthouse ready for next weeks activities with the kids. On the final level I am met by a near vertical ladder, not so good for someone with vertigo! Slowly I inch my way up, good deep breaths calming my nerves. I make it and rewarded with a cheese and ham toastie at the Lighthouse cafe after the climb down.

Bridgett is working today, so I sit in Angelo's with my book and soak up the atmosphere and again I am treated, this time to a piece of chocolate cake and ice cream.

With the sound of the sea in the background, I quickly call home from a payphone, to wish my Mum, a Happy Mothers Day. They have seen the article in the News of The World, everyone seems well and George pulls my leg about announcing to the whole of the UK that I would like to settle down and have a family!

Later that evening we pick up enough food to feed a small army and take it to the Kids in Parks accommodation.

Phenomenon - This week I have been referred to as 'beautiful' on three occasions by three separate men and received gift of chocolates twice. This obviously being pre mosquito attack! Maybe khaki sets off my eyes or something! Or as the average age calculates close to 60, I'll put it down to failing faculties!

Splish splash!

Till Friday 20th March 2009 - After a restless nights sleep, not helped by more zebra at 3.00am. I woke with butterflies, today, being the beginning of National Water Week, and my first attempt at organising school visits, 50 children over 5 days.

At 8.30 a.m. I set off to Bontebok Primary School, having previously arranged to pick up the children from Grade 6 aged nine to ten. Arriving at the school I find a class of 20 to 30 children sitting outside, panic sets in, what am I going to do with all these kids! Phewwee, luckily they weren’t waiting for me!

With the 10 children, I was expecting, safely in the bakkie and the teacher buckled in at the front with me, we were on our way. Entering the Park, we were greeted by a small herd of zebra. The delight on their little faces, the smile of one girl catching my eye.
If at that moment, I’d had to turn the bakkie round and take them all back to the school, I would have been happy with that smile, it made my day.

Meeting the Rangers at the Rest camp, we split the group into two teams and asked them to come up with a team name, the girls choosing ‘The Mermaids’ and the boys choosing ‘The Rangers’.
Each team started the day with a water experiment, making a water solar still. Then the Rangers took the boys into the river in a dinghy, whilst I took the girls on the Aloe Hill Trail, after 40 minutes we then swapped teams.

After a spot of lunch under a tree, we investigated the inhabitants of the river, finding beetles, worms and snails to name but a few.
With the teachers permission we extended the planned programme, giving the children opportunity to swim in the Breede River. To watch them, laughing and giggling, playing in the river, made my heart swell and I am not ashamed to say brought tears of joy to my eyes.

Each day brought a new group of children and each day a little phrase was said or a real character shone out from the rest. All the children understood English, but are a little shy of speaking it, so on Monday I was really taken aback, when one of the girls made the effort to come up to me and say "Thank you for the chocolate milk, I really enjoyed it"
The teacher being a little unorganised on Tuesday, the kids arriving to school without their kit. Everyone went home to quickly get their belongings, unfortunately one boy didn't return, but undeterred we continued with the programme. Group names The Landrovers v The Rhinos today. One little one, she looked like butter wouldn't melt (on left), was so excited about swimming she jumped in the river in her school uniform! Phrase of the day from one of the older girls, who was very inquisitive asking me whether I had children etc. On the walk she turned to me and said "You are kind to us".

Wednesday groups were The Beautiful Dolphins v The Sharks. Phrase of the day, again from a one of the girls "That was the best walk in the whole wide world".

Thursday groups were The Cheetah Girls v The Cheetah Boys. One of the boys was crazy, standing on the river bank, holding his nose, countdown 3, 2, 1 then fall into the river backwards!

On Thursday evening I join Adin Greaves for another Game Drive around the Park. Although completely exhausted, I manage to stay awake. Enjoying the drive and collecting tens of porcupine quills found on the roadside.

Friday groups were The Dolphins v The Lions, and with them a bitter sweet. One of the girls was a quiet as a mouse, so quiet in fact the other girls didn't even know her name. She was such a cutie I could have taken her home, surely her mother wouldn't miss her that much!
Speaking with the teacher, she informed me she had intentionally invited one of the boys, because she wanted to show him a different life. With social problems at home, he and three other class mates were glue sniffing and into drugs at the tender age of 10.

Dropping the final group back to school, I jump in the bakkie and burst into tears. Unsure whether it was from complete exhaustion, the emotions of the week, or the realisation that I could spend a lifetime with the children in this diverse country and not even scratch the surface.

Arriving back at the office, I have little chance to relax before Bridgett (follow GVI Intern from Agulhas) is here to transport to Agulhas and two weeks assisting with Kids in Parks. Bridgett is a bubbly American (from the City of Seattle) in her early twenties, and she barely draws breath on the one and half hour journey. Agulhas is a coastal resort and we take advantage of a local restaurant 'Angelo's' within walking distance of Bridgetts' accommodation. By pure coincidence, we bump into Bridgetts' boyfriend Gerard on the way, who joins us for the best pizza in the Western Cape.

Who ate all the pies?

Till Sunday 15th March 2009 - Has Christmas come early!?! SPAR is heaving and makes grocery shopping near impossible! Yet I still find the opportunity to embarrass myself, thinking I would pick up a nice bottle of wine, previously purchases proving a little ropey, I peruse the shelves carefully looking for a Robertson. Having chosen, I continue down the aisle, a middle aged couple walking towards me. Looking like they may know a thing or two about wine, I pick up my prospective purchase and politely ask if I have chosen a good wine, only to glance at the label and discover it is called 'Fat B*stard', I nearly die on the spot. Luckily they take it in good humour and say I have chosen wisely, but should go to the wine shop over the road as it will be half the price.
Putting the bottle back, I never did get to taste 'Fat B*stard' as I ran out of time, my ride ready and waiting!

Sunday morning, I was invited to De Hoop Nature Reserve with Cape Nature Manager, Ben Swanepoel. The reserve is on the coast and is beautiful, definitely worth the somewhat bumpy journey to get there. Walking along the deserted beach, we climb over rocks and find an idyllic spot to watch the waves crash onto the shore. Enjoying a spot of lunch in the isolated accommodation perched in the hillside. Due to the current dry spell, we are unable to stay the full day as Ben is on fire alert so make our way back to Swellendam.

For the journey back, Ben produces a small bottle of water for me, and I get my second shower of the day! The water is carbonated, all fizzed up from the bumpy track - it was hilarious and I don't think I will ever let Ben live it down!

Entering the Park, Ben mutters something about dropping me off, but not wanting to drop me off, must be my stimulating conversation or something! Anyway I end up quickly changing into dry clothing and heading into Swellendam for 'tea' at The Old Gaol (The Old Jail). It is a restaurant come tearooms, each employee has a share in the business and it shows. I curbed my temptation to have cake and stick to a homemade lemonade - almost immediately regretting my decision when I see the wonderful cakes on offer!

To complete the full days tour, I am then taken to Marloth Nature Reserve, a total contrast to De Hoop, mountainous, shaded areas overgrown with trees and ferns surrounding cool dark pools of almost black water. What can I say absolutely stunning.
Finally returning home, I am met by a surprise food parcel from Bulelwa - 'Umnqgusho' Xhosa for samp and beans. Don't have a clue what I was eating, just know it was delicious!

Have bakkie - will travel!

Till Friday 13 March 2009 - This week has been pretty eventful, so I hope you are sitting comfortably!

Monday is spent completing the programme for National Water Week and then travelling to Riviersonderend (dodging the j-walking troop of baboons along the N2) to distribute posters for the Birding weekend in April. Sticking with a theme I was reluctantly coerced into bird sitting the Park Manager beloved 'Dirkie' - the dam thing hated me on sight, trying to bite me every time I went within a foot of his cage, I even tried speaking Afrikaans to keep him happy, in the end I was just grateful he hadn't pegged it in my care.

Being a woman of many talents, I even found time to open my very own taxi service! The Park gates are shut are 7.00 p.m. sharp and reopen at 7.00 a.m. but this does not stop visitors taking liberties - oh no! Having arrived late the night before, the same guests arrive at 8.00 p.m. after a day back in Cape Town - Asanda and I obligingly jump in the bakkie and make the 3km journey to open the gate. Unbelievably we receive a call at 4.30 a.m. - yes that's 4.30 in the morning - from the same couple, requesting we open the gates as they have any early flight - in........ have you guessed yet? Cape Town! Not so obliging we again drive down the track to the gate, this time they are given the stern word, from yours truly, not usual one for confrontation, I surprised myself, maybe it was the early hour! And just to ensure I received no beauty sleep whatsoever, the Venture used to transport the staff from town broke down- so I found myself in Swellendam for 6.30 a.m. what joy!

Wednesday, I took the pregnant Luzann, who is now on light duties and bored out of her poor little mind, on a jaunt through the breathtaking Langeberg mountains, with shallow walls built between the road and a sheer drop it made for an interesting drive. Again trying to drum up more business for the Birding weekend by distributing posters to the areas of Barrydale and Suurbraak.
On returning back to reception, we were informed a snake had been seen in the kitchen, strangely enough everyone suddenly seemed averse to eating their lunch. I have to admit I had to check under my bed before going to sleep that night!

Asanda has become the 'Madonna' of the Western Cape - having changed her hair style for the third time in two months, starting with a curly bob, then short and straight, and now long and braided. Seriously every time I see her, I have to do a double take!

The Gazette and Herald, the local rag in my sleepy home town Malton, has wrote a small article regarding my fundraising for Mabunda Primary School (see link). I am also hoping to go into print here in SA, having wrote an article about the recent Bontebok Game Capture, which has been sent to both the Swellendam Gazette and the SANParks GO WILD magazine. Go girlfriend!


Thursday saw the arrival of three new bakkies for the Park, in fetching shade of greenish baby diarrhoea!

And Friday, I held the Bishops Balls! Let me explain, the Park is often sponsored by a local gentleman by the name of Adin Greaves, in his own way he likes to get involved with issues in the Park. He invited me on a game drive around the Park, educating me on species of plants and wildlife. Sorry to disappoint - the Bishops Balls is the common name for a plant found in the Park! Kindly I was also invited to join Adin and his lovely Wife, Sharon for supper and enjoyed pasta and Kudu (see photo, although not the exact one!) meatballs in their beautiful home.

Spaghetti arms!

Till Sunday 8th March 2009 - Saturday is a true girlie day, starting off with all day breakfast (delicious) at Manna Haven in Swellendam with Phiebe and Bulelwa. Bulelwa doesn't usually venture into town, on account of a local lady being after her blood! Bulelwa is blamed for firing this woman from her position in the Park, which is completely unjustified. Bulelwa is making use of her bodyguards, namely Phiebe and myself, and taking the opportunity to go on a real spending splurge.

The afternoon is spent indulging in ice cream and chick flicks. Watching two of Bulelwas' films (Diary of a Mad Black Woman and Madeas' Family Reunion) and then a film of my choosing - pure iconic - I introduce Phiebe and Bulelwa to Dirty Dancing - can you believe they have never seen it!

Sunday, I become an honorary Ranger for the day, joining Ruhan and Jack in a river study (unofficial fishing) at Die Stroom, not that we catch anything, our equipment being a bit primitive and all! Fishing line, a stick as a float and a beetle for bait! On the journey back to Reception, we encourage a puff adder to move from basking in the road. Also I eat my first alien species, that being a prickly pear fruit, tasting similar to a kiwi without the pips.

It's easy like Sunday morning!

Till Friday 6th March 2009 - This week has not been without its ups and downs. Monday, I felt completely overwhelmed, unsure where to turn and questioning myself as to why I was here. My workload seemed to increasing by the minute, with several deadlines looming, although the amount of work wasn't the real issue. The work is a challenge, creating business plans, quarterly reports, activities for children, but it takes time to learn new skills and I was becoming increasingly frustrated by the system, nothing being up-to-date and I couldn't locate the information I needed.
Thankfully this was just a blip, and after a quick chat with Carli, the Park Manager, I was back on track, a happier bunny. So happy in fact that I have made the decision to try and extend my visa to enable me to stay in South Africa until January 2010. With the current financial crisis, there seems little to come home for at the moment, I miss family and friends of course, but I am sure they can cope without me a little longer! I'd like to complete a full year to experience all the seasons and be involved with Kids in Parks at Bontebok, which is scheduled for October and November. I therefore have to deal with the nice people at Home Affairs, wish me luck.The end of the week, bought great excitement with Game Capture. The veld at Bontebok National Park can sustain between 130 to 170 Bontebok, with numbers currently in excess of 230 including babies, we needed to re home around 80. Wednesday saw the arrival of SANParks Game Capture Unit, who proceeded to set up the external structure of the boma (pen) of posts and cables, with the help of our Field Rangers. Whilst setting up the boma I heard one of the guys say 'It's easy, like Sunday morning', which brought a smile to my face. The structure would be covered with drop nets the following morning to ensure no overnight casualties.
As the African sun silently rose over the veld, Thursday morning, it is soon time to begin. After debriefing, everyone took their position. The blades of the helicopter slowly rotating, whirling faster and faster until it finally lifted off the ground and into the cloudless sky.
The first herd of Bontebok driven by the helicopter galloped straight past the boma, narrowly missing the group of eager to help Cape Nature students crouched behind a bush cluster. I resisted the urge to cheer, secretly not wanting them to take our Bonte!
The initial shaky start was soon forgotten, as herd after herd of Bontebok were driven into the boma. The helicopter pilot confirming the encasement of the antelope, with a dramatic siren, giving opportunity to rangers to run across the boma, closing the net gates, and driving the animals to the capture nets, where they become entangled. The first batch I have to admit bought a tear to my eye, seeing the animals so distressed.
The rangers then grab the Bontebok by the horns (ears if dealing with a lamb), removing them from the net, holding them until a tranquilizer could be administered and a blood sample taken, the animal were then loaded onto a container for transportation. A job, easier said than done, the Bontebok having great strength, kicking and bucking, struggling to break free. Even the little ones were feisty and gave the Rangers a run for their money.
One Bontebok made a leap for freedom from the truck, flying through the air with his handler still attached, the guy never let go for a second, which was pretty impressive.
As official paparazzi for the event as soon as the siren hit my ears, I was off sprinting across the veld with my cameras, manoeuvring myself through the nets and into the boma. Amidst clouds of dust, it was difficult to determine who was leading who, with men being flung this way and that, dragged by the frightened Bontebok, it certainly wasn't the safest place to be and I did question my rationality. But yet I found myself in the boma, time and time again enjoying the adrenaline.
Continuing until the heat of the day was too much, the first morning proved very successful, with the capture of 65 Bontebok, and just one incident, this being the loss of a horn for one lamb during capture. The lambs are usually caught and held by the ears, because their horns can be removed, whilst very young.
Game capture continued the following morning, I stay in the boma for the final capture of just 13 Bontebok, crouched behind a bush until the moment of truth, not having the strengthen to hold one the antelopes I assisted placing plastic tubes on the horns of a bull, which was pretty scary in itself.
The total captured now 78 including lambs. 40 of the Bontebok being sold to two private land owners, and the remains 38 transferred to the Agulhas Biosphere Initiative. Although game capture is naturally distressing to the animals involved, to reduce the stress levels of the antelope, the team endeavored to keep family group together and mothers with their babies.
Photo is Luzan (Zan for short) in action and 7 months pregnant! Wanting to experience game capture she omitted to tell her supervisor her condition. Naughty girl!

Are we there yet?

Till Sunday 1st March 2009 - The start of our girlie weekend, we travelled two and half hours to George with Ronald and his wife, left on York Street and wait for Philip (Phiebes boyfriend and our ride to Wilderness) and we wait and we wait some more. Finally as we are about to give up hope Philip arrives, and we jump into the back of the bakkie, enjoying the cushioning from the supplied mattress. A quick visit to the local supermarket, we buy enough food to feed a small army, under the pretext that Phiebe and Philip may be joining us for a braai on Saturday night! One more stop at Mackie D's, and we were on our way to Wilderness.
Arriving in darkness, we carefully climb the steps up to our wood chalet, our accommodation being precariously built on stilts. The whole thing moves every time you walk through the different rooms.
I sleep with my curtains open, looking forward to the scenery in the morning, I was not disappointed, with lush green mountains being the first thing I see once awake and able to focus. Waking early, I start cooking breakfast, SA hasn't yet welcomed the concept of individual sausages, so I attempt to fry the mother of all sausages, this one being over a foot long and filling the whole frying pan! Introducing Bulelwa to fried bread, we sit outside to eat, watching the guinea fowl across the lawn. I think I could get use to this outdoor living.
Breakfast is followed by a brisk hike on the Half Kingfisher Trail, a total of 7.2 km. Taking us to the Parks waterfall after negotiating the rivers pontoon. The walk takes us over 3 hours, the incentive of chocolate cake and ice cake ensuring our journey back is completed in record time.
Not content with the days already strenuous exercise, subconsciously needing to work off the previously mentioned indulgence maybe, we set off to make use of the beach, being told it should take us a mere 15 minutes to walk. Half an hour later, we take our first step onto the white sands and within seconds the heavens open, coupled with the driving winds along the shore line, we are soaked and rather damply make out way back to base camp for a much needed hot shower.
With no news from Phiebe, we start the mammoth task of eating all the food we have bought, having an indoor braai, without the braai. We make a proper girlie night of it, setting up mattresses on the lounge floor and watching a chick flick. I tease Bulelwa, after leaving a sizable piece of chocolate cake uneaten! Wasteful minx! Talk about eyes bigger than your belly!
Sunday starts again with a full English, we have managed to blag ourselves a free session on the Parks canoe, Bulelwa having never experienced canoeing, and me hardly able to remember how to paddle, you could say it was the blind, leading the blind. For fear of falling in with my camera equipment, I barely allowed Bulelwa to breathe let alone paddle. But once back on shore, I gave Bulelwa a quick paddling lesson and were out on the water again briefly, asking a guy camping to take a couple of photos as hard evidence.
In the afternoon, we thought we'd try our luck again at the beach, this time award with sunshine and cool waters.
The sands were a treasure trove of shells, although you had to be careful, some had inhabitants, tens of sea snails scurried around, in between some very odd blue coloured jelly fish.
Concerned that we hadn't eaten enough chocolate cake (it being large enough to feed a small country, and I don't like waste) we made our way back, quickly calling into Reception to reassure them we hadn't drown whilst canoeing.
Bellies full, we pack and wait for our ride to George (giving Philip the remaining cake, a mere sixth of its original size, for his trouble) and then catching a lift with Ronald back to Swellendam, already planning our next weekend away to Tsitsikamma, which worryingly has the highest bungee jump in the World!