Showing posts with label South Africa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label South Africa. Show all posts

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Only in South Africa

"I believe that South Africa is the most beautiful place on earth. Admittedly, I am biased but when you combine the natural beauty of sunny South Africa with the friendliness and cultural diversity of our people, and the fact that our region is a haven for Africa's most splendid wildlife, then I think that we have been blessed with a truly wonderful land"
- Nelson Mandela

I come from a country with a turbulent past and not so steady future. We are a complicated people with complicated feelings towards our country. South Africa is really a special case when it comes to our different cultures and lifestyles and how it affects our opinions about important local matters. But with all that said and done, I have to share why South Africa is truly one of the most unique places to grow up in. We are unique and vastly different to other cultures because we have so much diversity that we are, ironically, one of a kind. Europe seems an odd place to live, with odd customs and strange traditions that I find perplexing.

Our lekker way of speaking
We have the best slang terminology. Our slang is a mix of languages; from Afrikaans to Zulu and Khoi San and even Portuguese! English comes alive with bright and colourful words that give the language flavour.
Now now - soon, but different to "just now": "Ja ma, I'll do it now now."
Ag - an exclamation: "Ag man, don't be silly"
Babelaas - hangover: "I'm a bit babelaas from last night"
Eina - ouch or sore: "Is your head eina?"
Lekker - cool or good: "I had a lekker holiday"


Braai is better than barbeque
South Africans don't barbeque like the rest of the world. We braai. And we don't braai meat; we braai boerewors and vleis.

It's not ketchup. It's called tomato sauce
And the best tomato sauce is by far South Africa's favourite "All Gold", with its famous 36 tomatoes. I don't know how many of my international friends "correct" me. "Don't you mean ketchup?" No. I mean tomato sauce. What does the word "ketchup" even mean?

The proper school year
School starts in January and ends in December. As how it should be; with reasonable holiday periods in between school terms for kids not to get bored. Summer holidays and school terms are too long in America and Europe. We much prefer our school year.

We don't speak Afrikaans because we're from Africa
Too many times I've been told this while travelling abroad. I shake my head at people's ignorance but, to be fair, I can see where they get the assumption from; yet we all know what happens when we assume! Afrikaans is a dialect language of Dutch with smatterings of other languages that gives it a different feel on the lips compared its mother tongue. It is not Dutch, although it is the daughter language of it. I guess it is an African language in its own right.

We are not just black and white
We are truly a rainbow nation. We are black, white, Indian, Asian and coloured and yet we are all South African! I love it. We all seem to fit into a ticking box. Within each "box", we diverge even further into our own separate cultures. I still forget sometimes that other countries aren't as diverse as ours. We have no one main religion so even on Christmas, you'll find something open.

Christmas in summer
Christmas means sunshine and beaches; holidays and summer rains; shorts and dresses. Two Christmasses now abroad in Europe and I can honestly say that there is nothing better than a Christmas Day lunch in the garden followed by swimming in the pool or spending the day on the beach.

Rooibos tea is more popular than black tea
I grew up drinking rooibos ("red bush" in Afrikaans) since I was a little girl and I remember my family in Poland asking us to send them boxes of it before it became popular abroad. We don't call it red tea though. It is, and forever will be, rooibos.

We play soccer not football
The country is divided on this, depending on who you speak to. Some of us, like me, will call it soccer but many of my friends who follow the English league, will go into heavy debates about how it is not soccer but the age old game of football. It doesn't really matter though because the sport comes second to rugby; our pride and joy.

We raise silkworms as a hobby
As kids, we raise silkworms as pets. I remember how excited we would get each season when it was time to trade and see who had the most silkworms until our parents decided that enough was enough, and we threw our shoe boxes away, which we kept filled with mulberry leaves for the little guys to munch on until they cocooned themselves. When they emerged as pretty little white moths, we would watch in awe as they laid their eggs on the sides of the box and died. I think this was my first lesson in the cycle of life and death.

We have the coolest currency
OK, so the rand isn't particularly strong and if you ask any South African, they'll tell you how much they hate it but even though it's this, that and the next thing, it is still the coolest looking cash I have seen on my travels thus far. I still feel proud when I show my students our coins and notes. I mean, come on, we have animals and the newly added Madiba. Who wants presidents and kings when you can tell how much money you have got by looking at which animal of the Big Five is on the note.

Where are the animals in the rest of the world?
You can pretty much go to any reserve and see zebra, buck and giraffe. Walk into my house during the summer and I guarantee you'll see a rain spider somewhere. We're careful of snakes and let's not get started on the monkeys at the coast. Our bird life is famous and Cape Town is world reknown for whale sightings and cage diving with Great Whites. Visit the Kruger and you'll find our precious Big Five. Where are the animals in Europe? Nothing in Spain and you have to venture into the forests of Poland to maybe catch a glimpse of something wild. My British friends had a debate on whether Scotland even had snakes. I still find this puzzling and kind of funny. How do you grow up not camping in the bush and having to be careful of the hippos and hyenas?

My childhood was pretty epic, with summer vacations at the iconic Vaal Dam, raising silkworms, trying to whistle like the man in the All Gold tomato sauce commercial (thirty sixxxxx), calling our domestic worker Gogo ("granny" in Zulu) as she helped raise me and was part of our family, not understanding that having black friends was newly socially acceptable, and other typical South Africanisms.


We, as a country, might be young and have many problems but one thing I can say and hold true to, is that my country has made me special and I will always be a daughter of Africa.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Egoli; City of Gold

Johannesburg; more often called Joburg or Jozi by locals. This city is my home. 


I have lived in South Africa my entire life, even though both my parents are Polish. People ask me what it's like living in a place with such a bad reputation. In all honesty, Joburg isn't my most favourite South African city but it's home and always will be.

In Zulu, Egoli means place of gold as Johannesburg was built on the gold rush in the 1880s. 

Aerial view of the city
 It's the world's largest city not situated on a river, lake or coastline. When I travelled in Europe, I was genuinely surprised by how many cities are, like Budapest, Prague etc. I just wasn't expecting it because Joburg sits on a plateau.





The city is believed to be South Africa's capital but it is not. The country has, in fact, three capital cities but Joburg is not one of them. Cape Town, our mother city, is one of them though, along with Pretoria and Bloemfontein.

There are a lot of fun activities to do in the city, from zoos to amusement parks, clubbing to gambling, city tours to bungee jumping. 

Sitting in traffic
A view of the highway












I am often asked about the crime that goes on in Jozi. I can't lie and say it's not as bad as it seems. Too many of my friends have had bad experiences, but I will tell you that it's something you get used to. We live very differently to the rest of the world. We are always aware of our surroundings; closed car windows, extra security around our homes; it's something you just live with. And life goes on as normal.

Sunset on my way home
With all that being said, being home for the past two months I have enjoyed living in Joburg. It's not a beautiful city but life here is intense. You are more aware of your race (whether you admit to it or not), taxis rule the roads, football comes second to rugby, you hear five different native languages at any given time, and surprisingly, people are genuinely friendly.

It doesn't matter if you're black, white, purple or blue. Rule of thumb is that South Africans are cool people. We are friendly and laid back. Our history and current political situation is unique and whether we're supporting the ANC or the DA, we all take life in Africa with a pinch of salt... and patience :)


Some people are less tolerant than others but not everyone feels the same. Is that not true for anywhere in the world? I'm a white South African and I proudly have black friends. 


You can't live in Africa and expect it to be the same as Europe or America. It's not. Time flows at a different pace. Life is sometimes backwards. Strife is common. And yet, even with all that nonsense, most people who come here fall in love with our land. 

An early morning in the city

Ending off with my favourite Nelson Mandela quote:

“No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.” 
- Long Walk to Freedom

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Alles Amsterdam


Easter weekend, this year, I decided on going to Amsterdam. Travelling solo has added a different aspect to the trip. Boy, was I in for an awesome surprise :) This city is the epitome of sex, drugs and rock and roll.

I sat in a shoe!
 On the Thursday, I headed to Warsaw to spend the day with my friend Erin. My flight was only at 6 am the following morning but I wanted to see more of the city as it's so beautiful. It was absolutely freezing though so we huddled in various places to keep warm. I didn't want to spend money on a hostel so I watched a movie before catching the last bus to the airport. At the airport I napped and waited (along with losing yet another pair of stupid gloves) until my flight. Surprisingly, many travellers do this if their flight is early; just sleep at the airport!


The view from one the many bridges

It only takes two hours to get from Warsaw to Amsterdam so I was there in no time. I found my hostel, checked in and off I went to explore the city. I stayed in a hostel outside the city so I had to get used to the train stations really quickly. As I stepped out of Central Station I was bombarded by the most amazing sights :) Amsterdam is a bustling metropolis and for some reason the atmosphere struck a cord right from the get go. I was overwhelmed with everything about the city.

Clogs... Clogs everywhere...

Some awesome street graffiti of
Einstein and Lady Liberty
I had a free walking tour at 11 am so I found my way to the Dam Square that was the checking point. Free walking tours are my favorite thing about being in a new city. The guides show you the big, important things to see but also add a touch of localism that you just can't find alone as a tourist. In two hours you are jam packed with new facts and general information. For example, Amsterdam is named so because a dam is found along the river Amstel that runs through the city. It is a relatively young city, only founded in the 1200s AD comparing to others in the east that were created in the 900s, but Amsterdam has been a metropolis for hundreds of years and boasts having the largest amount of varying nationals in the city. Stopping there, I learnt a lot and my brain was content with the knowledge I absorbed :)

As it was Easter weekend, it was super busy in the touristy sections of the city that I of course had to discover. The streets are alive with coffeeshops (these are the legitimate places to smoke weed) and souvenir as well sex shops. I had previously asked the tour guide to where the best coffeeshops were located and headed in that direction and had my first space cookie. Never having tried eating weed before, I was expecting the same sort of high you get from smoking it. Funny! A body high is totally different to a mental one. By the time it properly kicked in, I was high as a kite! Best, most amazing, scariest high I have ever had. I'm a little thankful I decided to go home and take a nap (sleep deprived) because I was not functioning at all. I thought I was going to swallow my tongue and at one point I was pretty sure I was dying. Time slowed so still that ten minutes felt like hours! I was KO by about 9 pm and I still woke up high the next day. The stuff was good shit is all I'm saying :)

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Saturday I spent with a friend looking at the prettier areas of Amsterdam. We went to the local flea markets that sell the most amazing everything; from food to clothes to antiques. It is tradition to go to the markets on a Saturday morning and have apple pie afterwards and so we did exactly that :) The nine streets and Jordaan district are really quaint, picturesque areas that made me just fall in love with the city even more.

Coming from South Africa, hearing Dutch was quite interesting. To those that are wondering if Afrikaans is at all similar to its mother language then yes to a certain extent you are right. I could understand a bit but a lot is not the same. Pronunciation is completely different and so is spelling. Though reading signs etc I found easy enough to do. 

The only thing that took real getting used to are the amount of bicycles on the road. Photos just cannot truly justify how many there are. I heard a "tring tring" every 5 seconds from a cyclist that wanted one pedestrian or another to "move bitch, get out the way". Not in those words but you catch my drift. Cyclists rule the streets. They are at the top of the transport food chain. Screw the cars, who needs one when the whole country is so tiny.

That night I went out to discover the Red Light District. It's actually a good and respectable district; just as safe (which is very) as the other districts. Rule number one though: do not take photos of the women. They will leave their booths and kill your camera.  The women range from gorgeous and young, to "I'm pretty sure that's a man". A session lasts 15 minutes and you can pay up to 90 euros. Peep shows, live shows, gay bars, you name it and its pumping with tourists. 

Sunday I spent outside the city in a beautiful little town called Haarlem. This place truly stole a piece of my heart. Shops are closed on Sunday but that didn't stop me from exploring. It seemed almost like a ghost town with no one about and when the snow started falling, I truly felt in a little fairy tale for a second.

All the alleys in Haarlem look like this
Monday came and went as I checked out the hostel and spent my last day out in the city. The Sex Museum (some things just can't be unseen), the Bloemenmarkt (flower market) and Leidseplein are just a few other things I saw before going home.

If you don't secure your bike, there's a strong possibility someone
will throw it into the river :)

I think I'd like to live here one day. There is something about the Netherlands that captured me and hasn't let go...

You find some odd things in the city