Ryan and the ladies at the Cape Town YMCA
Susan, Dalene, Geraldene and me at the brie on our last evening
Nkosinathi, such an inspiring person
Cardie, who so kindly drove us around for two weeks, we would not have seen anything without him!Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Day 11 Photos
Ryan and the ladies at the Cape Town YMCA Susan, Dalene, Geraldene and me at the brie on our last evening Nkosinathi, such an inspiring person Cardie, who so kindly drove us around for two weeks, we would not have seen anything without him!
Cape Town: Thursday, Dec. 10
Day 11: Bittersweet
Today was bittersweet. Every minute that passes brings me closer to my daughter who I miss so much, but takes me further away from my new friends, both my friends in Cape Town and my American friends who live all over the country, some of whom I may likely never see again. Although our group had some dramatic moments, everyone is uniquely amazing and incredible and we had a great experience together.
Started the day meeting with Consul General Alberta Mayberry to invite her on a vision tour of the Western Cape YMCAs, to which she agreed. Elaine and Chad were on their A-game and did a fabulous job articulating the work of the YMCAs and their importance in the community.
Had an excellent walk with Chad through Observatory and then to the Waterfront. Great conversation with a great person.
Met Susan and Ryan for ice cream at the Waterfront and relaxed for a bit. Enjoyed every minute. Headed back to the YMCA for our final supper, which was an African brie, or barbecue. Our gracious hosts had prepared lamb, chicken, pork, and salad, all of which was delicious. We had a great time spending our last few hours together. Then we headed to the airport for the long journey home.
Today was bittersweet. Every minute that passes brings me closer to my daughter who I miss so much, but takes me further away from my new friends, both my friends in Cape Town and my American friends who live all over the country, some of whom I may likely never see again. Although our group had some dramatic moments, everyone is uniquely amazing and incredible and we had a great experience together.
Started the day meeting with Consul General Alberta Mayberry to invite her on a vision tour of the Western Cape YMCAs, to which she agreed. Elaine and Chad were on their A-game and did a fabulous job articulating the work of the YMCAs and their importance in the community.
Had an excellent walk with Chad through Observatory and then to the Waterfront. Great conversation with a great person.
Met Susan and Ryan for ice cream at the Waterfront and relaxed for a bit. Enjoyed every minute. Headed back to the YMCA for our final supper, which was an African brie, or barbecue. Our gracious hosts had prepared lamb, chicken, pork, and salad, all of which was delicious. We had a great time spending our last few hours together. Then we headed to the airport for the long journey home.
Day 10 Photos
Great group of kids at YZone afterschool program led by Dalene and gang
Learning about these amazing girls
Fun game of "net ball" aka basketball
Skit performed by kids dealing with issues way beyond their yearsCape Town: Wednesday, Dec. 9
Day 10: Frustration and Hope
DeNovo Drug Rehabilitation Center
This was the first drug rehab center we visited and it was a great place. It’s funded by the government and teens can come at no cost to them or their families. They can get there three ways: come in on their own, a family member can submit a “police report” of sorts stating they are addicted and need help, or the court can mandate it. The greatest drug problem is “tick,” aka meth. Boys as young as 14 years old are addicted, it’s so sad. YMCA staff come in to the facility once per week to do teambuilding activities and teach life lessons. The YMCA staff also follow up with the kids after they leave the center by calling their parents and visiting their home to see if they are staying off drugs. Geraldene (YMCA staff at our host YMCA) told us only three of the dozen or so boys in each session she leads at DeNovo will overcome their addiction.
Listening to Geraldene talk to these boys was inspiring. Her words touched my heart and hopefully her message reached the boys’ hearts as well. She told them how much potential they have and that she and the YMCA is there for them with whatever they need to be successful in overcoming their addiction. She is a small, 21-year-old, soft spoken person, but her words were wise and powerful. If anyone can make a difference in those boys’ lives, it is Geraldene and her team.
YZone afterschool program
This afternoon we got watch Dalene in action! She led the YZone afterschool program and did an excellent job. The kids, ages 10-13ish, performed a skit about challenges they face. The skit involved the kids going to a party, and then the girl telling her mom she slept with a boy who has HIV and she is pregnant by him. I watched in disbelief that these children are faced with these issues at such a young age. I applaud Dalene and the rest of the YMCA staff for allowing the children to be so honest and address the real issues they are facing in their lives. They were great kids and we were lucky to have time to spend with them getting to know them and playing games.
DeNovo Drug Rehabilitation Center
This was the first drug rehab center we visited and it was a great place. It’s funded by the government and teens can come at no cost to them or their families. They can get there three ways: come in on their own, a family member can submit a “police report” of sorts stating they are addicted and need help, or the court can mandate it. The greatest drug problem is “tick,” aka meth. Boys as young as 14 years old are addicted, it’s so sad. YMCA staff come in to the facility once per week to do teambuilding activities and teach life lessons. The YMCA staff also follow up with the kids after they leave the center by calling their parents and visiting their home to see if they are staying off drugs. Geraldene (YMCA staff at our host YMCA) told us only three of the dozen or so boys in each session she leads at DeNovo will overcome their addiction.
Listening to Geraldene talk to these boys was inspiring. Her words touched my heart and hopefully her message reached the boys’ hearts as well. She told them how much potential they have and that she and the YMCA is there for them with whatever they need to be successful in overcoming their addiction. She is a small, 21-year-old, soft spoken person, but her words were wise and powerful. If anyone can make a difference in those boys’ lives, it is Geraldene and her team.
YZone afterschool program
This afternoon we got watch Dalene in action! She led the YZone afterschool program and did an excellent job. The kids, ages 10-13ish, performed a skit about challenges they face. The skit involved the kids going to a party, and then the girl telling her mom she slept with a boy who has HIV and she is pregnant by him. I watched in disbelief that these children are faced with these issues at such a young age. I applaud Dalene and the rest of the YMCA staff for allowing the children to be so honest and address the real issues they are facing in their lives. They were great kids and we were lucky to have time to spend with them getting to know them and playing games.
Day 9 Photos
Robben Island
Nelson Mandela's prison cell at Robben Island, where he was imprisoned for 18 years, followed by 9 years at Pollsmoor Prison
Khayelitsha YMCA "gym" where they were conducting a youth boxing class that day.
Khayelitsha YMCA executive director, David, who lives out the YMCA mission, seen here on the back of his shirt, to the fullest
Cape Town: Tuesday, Dec. 8
Day 9: How do they do it?
Visiting Robben Island was sadly a bit lackluster for me. After seeing real prisons, Robben Island was much to “shiny” and well-kempt for me to truly understand how Nelson Mandela lived. There were no paint chips on the walls, the floors were buffed and waxed, the bathrooms were clean – all things that didn’t apply at the various prisons and detention centers we have visited. Nevertheless, it was powerful to see where and how Mandela lived for 18 years of his life while fighting for a cause in which he so strongly believed.
We took a bus tour throughout the rest of the island, which was neat. There is now a community on the island including staff and former prisoners who decided to stay (not sure I could do that). They have a church, schoolhouse and other amenities you would expect in a small community. One of the parts of the island I found most interesting was the military area that was used in World War II, which includes a small city about 20 meters below the ground with tunnels connecting the various buildings. That would have been cool to see.
Khayelitsha YMCA
Met David, the executive director of the Khayelitsha YMCA – a full-time volunteer. He works a regular job so he can help financially support the YMCA. His staff is made up entirely of volunteers. They work out of a run-down building with a “gym,” which looks like an empty warehouse.
Their funding comes from the government, the social development arm, I believe. Here’s the most amazing part: Annual operating budget is $35,000. That is what they have to run programs all year long. Wow. My YMCA has a $30 million budget, so I’m not sure I’ve really grasped the concept of running a YMCA and making an impact the way they are on less than my salary. I knew the YMCA staff/volunteers were amazing, but I had no idea until this moment how truly dedicated and selfless they are. I think every single one of my group members walked away from David and the Khayelitsha YMCA with a new perspective on our positions and working with “limited resources.”
Visiting Robben Island was sadly a bit lackluster for me. After seeing real prisons, Robben Island was much to “shiny” and well-kempt for me to truly understand how Nelson Mandela lived. There were no paint chips on the walls, the floors were buffed and waxed, the bathrooms were clean – all things that didn’t apply at the various prisons and detention centers we have visited. Nevertheless, it was powerful to see where and how Mandela lived for 18 years of his life while fighting for a cause in which he so strongly believed.
We took a bus tour throughout the rest of the island, which was neat. There is now a community on the island including staff and former prisoners who decided to stay (not sure I could do that). They have a church, schoolhouse and other amenities you would expect in a small community. One of the parts of the island I found most interesting was the military area that was used in World War II, which includes a small city about 20 meters below the ground with tunnels connecting the various buildings. That would have been cool to see.
Khayelitsha YMCA
Met David, the executive director of the Khayelitsha YMCA – a full-time volunteer. He works a regular job so he can help financially support the YMCA. His staff is made up entirely of volunteers. They work out of a run-down building with a “gym,” which looks like an empty warehouse.
Their funding comes from the government, the social development arm, I believe. Here’s the most amazing part: Annual operating budget is $35,000. That is what they have to run programs all year long. Wow. My YMCA has a $30 million budget, so I’m not sure I’ve really grasped the concept of running a YMCA and making an impact the way they are on less than my salary. I knew the YMCA staff/volunteers were amazing, but I had no idea until this moment how truly dedicated and selfless they are. I think every single one of my group members walked away from David and the Khayelitsha YMCA with a new perspective on our positions and working with “limited resources.”
Cape Town: Monday, Dec. 7
Day 8: Getting Deeper
Monique from the Cape Flats YMCA led us through Bonney Town (sp?), an “in between” facility for boys. These are boys who’ve been charged with a crime and are awaiting trial. The boys are ages 13 to 18 and are in the facility anywhere from two weeks to two years.
The system is incredibly flawed in this way by making boys who have not been convicted of a crime serve prison time. What’s worse is that if and when they are convicted and sentenced, their time at Bonney Town is not deducted from their sentence. It’s ridiculous – costly in the sense of dollars and lives wasted.
We first met the youngest boys, who seemed lighthearted, considering their circumstances. Then we met the older boys and were able to have an incredibly deep and intense conversation. About 15 boys each shared their name and charges. Charges ranged from rape to murder to armed robbery to theft. Although most of these boys looked like they are leading rough lives, it was hard to see them as murderers, rapists and thieves. They are boys, young boys. They have their entire lives ahead of them, and yet, statistics show most of them will never reach their God-given potential. And while they made mistakes, their circumstances honestly do not allow them many other options. Many of these boys come from abusive homes, drug addict parents, neighborhoods run by gangs, and they really don’t have an option. They join gangs to survive. And once in the gangs, the drugs, alcohol and violence begin and there is no escape. We learned the only way to get out of the gangs is through a “transition,” which means taking Jesus into their lives and converting to Christianity.
The conversation we had with these boys was one of the most honest and real conversations I’ve ever had. Any problems I thought I had were left in that cold, cement room. After listening to a 14-year-old talk about an inescapable life of drugs and gangs, and now facing murder charges, I simply cannot complain.
I left with mixed feelings – both discouragement and hope. Knowing that statistics show most of the boys I met with never lead a better life is frustrating, but seeing the programs the YMCA is providing to help them get out of their situation gives me hope that enough of them will make it out to eventually make a difference in the overall situation for the country.
Cape Flats YMCA: We saw the YZone program at a school in a low to middle income neighborhood. This group of kids participate in the YMCA program after school, which is good for them because they would otherwise go home to parentless homes, gangs, abuse, or worse.
We were so lucky they performed song and dance for us. The first group of about 50 kids sang a beautiful song, followed by a fun, upbeat song led by the most energetic YMCA staff person ever. It was so great to see every single one of these children engaged and completely into the songs. The YMCA is the highlight of their day.
After the song, a group of girls of a wide age range danced traditional African dance. They were wearing matching track suits that had been donated. Again, every girl took her role seriously and participated in the dance with energy and enthusiasm.
Not only were the children amazing, the YMCA staff were once again incredible. They were so full of passion and energy, it was infectious. These are people working for a small stipend, not a livable wage, and they give their time day after day running programs at multiple schools and facilities. The executive director, Ricky, led by example. He is clearly young at heart, yet has the experience and knowledge to run an effective YMCA program.
Finally we visited their association office, which hit home because it serves the same purpose as my own office, but they are able to work effectively with much less than what I am afforded at my job.
Monique from the Cape Flats YMCA led us through Bonney Town (sp?), an “in between” facility for boys. These are boys who’ve been charged with a crime and are awaiting trial. The boys are ages 13 to 18 and are in the facility anywhere from two weeks to two years.
The system is incredibly flawed in this way by making boys who have not been convicted of a crime serve prison time. What’s worse is that if and when they are convicted and sentenced, their time at Bonney Town is not deducted from their sentence. It’s ridiculous – costly in the sense of dollars and lives wasted.
We first met the youngest boys, who seemed lighthearted, considering their circumstances. Then we met the older boys and were able to have an incredibly deep and intense conversation. About 15 boys each shared their name and charges. Charges ranged from rape to murder to armed robbery to theft. Although most of these boys looked like they are leading rough lives, it was hard to see them as murderers, rapists and thieves. They are boys, young boys. They have their entire lives ahead of them, and yet, statistics show most of them will never reach their God-given potential. And while they made mistakes, their circumstances honestly do not allow them many other options. Many of these boys come from abusive homes, drug addict parents, neighborhoods run by gangs, and they really don’t have an option. They join gangs to survive. And once in the gangs, the drugs, alcohol and violence begin and there is no escape. We learned the only way to get out of the gangs is through a “transition,” which means taking Jesus into their lives and converting to Christianity.
The conversation we had with these boys was one of the most honest and real conversations I’ve ever had. Any problems I thought I had were left in that cold, cement room. After listening to a 14-year-old talk about an inescapable life of drugs and gangs, and now facing murder charges, I simply cannot complain.
I left with mixed feelings – both discouragement and hope. Knowing that statistics show most of the boys I met with never lead a better life is frustrating, but seeing the programs the YMCA is providing to help them get out of their situation gives me hope that enough of them will make it out to eventually make a difference in the overall situation for the country.
Cape Flats YMCA: We saw the YZone program at a school in a low to middle income neighborhood. This group of kids participate in the YMCA program after school, which is good for them because they would otherwise go home to parentless homes, gangs, abuse, or worse.
We were so lucky they performed song and dance for us. The first group of about 50 kids sang a beautiful song, followed by a fun, upbeat song led by the most energetic YMCA staff person ever. It was so great to see every single one of these children engaged and completely into the songs. The YMCA is the highlight of their day.
After the song, a group of girls of a wide age range danced traditional African dance. They were wearing matching track suits that had been donated. Again, every girl took her role seriously and participated in the dance with energy and enthusiasm.
Not only were the children amazing, the YMCA staff were once again incredible. They were so full of passion and energy, it was infectious. These are people working for a small stipend, not a livable wage, and they give their time day after day running programs at multiple schools and facilities. The executive director, Ricky, led by example. He is clearly young at heart, yet has the experience and knowledge to run an effective YMCA program.
Finally we visited their association office, which hit home because it serves the same purpose as my own office, but they are able to work effectively with much less than what I am afforded at my job.
Day 7 Photos
Highlight of my morning - a latte. Came with steamed milk in a cup, shot of coffee on the side and honey for added sweetness. It was delicious!Cape Town: Sunday, Dec. 6
Day 7: The Perfect Day
Started the day with breakfast at OBZ café, which included scrambled eggs, grilled mushrooms and tomatoes and toast for only $3 – best breakfast throughout the entire trip.
Then headed to the beach with Chad, Ryan, Tabitha and Heather. The weather was gorgeous – 80s with a breeze – and literally laid on the beach for four or five hours. It was the most relaxing day I’ve had in recent memory. I came away with incredibly sunburned legs, but it was completely worth it.
Ended the day with dinner at the waterfront with everyone.
Could not have asked for a better day.
Started the day with breakfast at OBZ café, which included scrambled eggs, grilled mushrooms and tomatoes and toast for only $3 – best breakfast throughout the entire trip.
Then headed to the beach with Chad, Ryan, Tabitha and Heather. The weather was gorgeous – 80s with a breeze – and literally laid on the beach for four or five hours. It was the most relaxing day I’ve had in recent memory. I came away with incredibly sunburned legs, but it was completely worth it.
Ended the day with dinner at the waterfront with everyone.
Could not have asked for a better day.
Cape Town: Saturday, Dec. 5
Day 6: Take a Break
Today we visited several of the local markets in the downtown area. I got some great jewelry and gifts for Clark and Kadence. It was fun to see all the local art and to barter with the vendors.
Then we took the train to Muizenberg beach, which was more of a local beach than a tourist beach. Kids and families were playing, it was fun to see how Cape Townians live on a day-to-day basis. The beach felt just like going to the beach at home – cold and windy.
Finished the day by meeting the entire group for dinner at OBZ café near the YMCA. This was kind of a funny experience. They had no meat for burgers, and no avocado (of course I wanted the chicken and avocado salad). We were planning to come back for breakfast so before we left I asked them if they had eggs. Luckily, they did.
Today we visited several of the local markets in the downtown area. I got some great jewelry and gifts for Clark and Kadence. It was fun to see all the local art and to barter with the vendors.
Then we took the train to Muizenberg beach, which was more of a local beach than a tourist beach. Kids and families were playing, it was fun to see how Cape Townians live on a day-to-day basis. The beach felt just like going to the beach at home – cold and windy.
Finished the day by meeting the entire group for dinner at OBZ café near the YMCA. This was kind of a funny experience. They had no meat for burgers, and no avocado (of course I wanted the chicken and avocado salad). We were planning to come back for breakfast so before we left I asked them if they had eggs. Luckily, they did.
Photos: Day 5
Finally at the top of Table Mountain with susan, Chad and Ryan
Gorgeous views all the way around
On top of the world
The first part of the hike was the toughest, but we rocked itSunday, December 6, 2009
Photos: Day 4
My new friend Leon from the juvenile prison. Good kid, bad choices, difficult circumstances. I have hope for him. He is in a good place.
A couple items in the art room at the juvenile prison. The "learners" create tons of great stuff from scrap pieces. They can turn junk into art - can you do that?!
The group of boys we played soccer with, which was so much fun.
Me and my buddy Marco. Marco had lots of tattoos, which means he's been in quite a bit of trouble. He asked for this photo of us, so I told him he could only have it if he promised not to get into any more trouble. We'll see.Photos: Day 3
The ladies at the African Cafe. After our "authentic" dinner, one of the women who works there painted our faces. In the front are Dalene (yellow) and Geraldine (behind yellow) who are our amazing hosts. They have taken such good care of us.
The entire group at Little Stream, a YMCA conference center. We liked the bamboo I guess. :)Photos: Day 2
An intersection in the shanti town. Can you even imagine living like this?
This is a person's home in the shanti town.
Two of the girls living in the shanti town who just loved playing with all of us. Most of the kids asked us to take photos and then they wanted to see themselves on the digital camera. It was sweet.
Camps Bay, such a gorgeous beach.Saturday, December 5, 2009
Cape Town: Friday, Dec. 4
Day 5: Completely at peace
Going to new heights
Today was an extremely special day for me. I overcame a lot and ended the day a better and stronger person. I am so thankful for today.
10:00am: Started the day at the Waterfront exchanging money and picking up a few essential items.
10:45am: Arrive at botanical gardens at the base of Table Mountain. Dalene (one of our hosts) tells us this is the “easy” hike up the mountain. Only about two hours to the top. No problem.
10:50am: Talk to the lady at the information desk at botanical gardens who says she can do this hike no problem, so people like us (she was about 30 years our elder) should have no problem. She gave us a map and directions. “Start here and then head toward Skeleton Gorge.” Us: “Why is it called skeleton gorge”? Info lady (with a completely straight face): “We lost some tourists there years ago.” We laugh. She laughs … but doesn’t say “just kidding.” Hmmmm. She also warns us there are ladders and chains along the way. What?
11:00am: Set out on our hike – Susan, Chad, Ryan and me.
Note: Times from here on out are estimates only. Could hardly see the watch through the sweat dripping from my forehead for heaven’s sake.
11:05am: Exhausted from our hike. Not sure how we’re going to make it two hours.
11:25pm: Hiking through a beautiful rainforest-esque gorge with beautiful plans and a stream surrounding us. While beautiful, the hike is tough. By this point, we were all drenched in sweat … since we decided to start at nearly the hottest point of the day.
11:30pm: Come across a native hiker who tells us we are 60% of the way through the most difficult part, which was good because we needed a pep talk since the ladders were the next thing on our route. We climbed like 10 sets of ladders. I was so glad they were there so I didn’t have to scale the rocks, which would have sucked.
12:00pm: Finally made it out of the rainforest and started to see some gorgeous views. Really gorgeous views. Thought we were at least half way through the hike.
1:00pm: Continued hiking. Still thought we were half way through. Stopped to enjoy more gorgeous views.
2:00pm: Finally reached the highest point on the mountain. Threw a rock on the pile of rocks. Met Ryan Wakefield from Texas. He’s been in South Africa for six months on mission work and already has a South African accent, which I thought was so crazy.
2:15pm: Could see our destination and realized it was still a ways off. We thought we were at the halfway point for a long time.
3:00pm: Success!! Crawled to the café for water.
Editor’s note: We started this hike thinking we were on the two hour trail and upon arriving at our destination, were disappointed in ourselves that it took us four hours. So we got a map and realized we started at like the furthest point on the back side of the mountain and climbed up and over and then all the way across the top of the mountain (which is “flat” like a table, hence the name, Table Mountain).
It was a truly amazing experience. I’m usually a pretty scared hiker, especially when it gets difficult, but I did not find myself scared for one single moment. I was with great people and the views were just so beautiful, it was impossible to be anything but happy and peaceful. It changed me in more ways than I think I realize at this point. I can’t wait to bring my daughter to experience this someday.
Celebrating Christmas
Tonight we had Christmas dinner with our host YMCA. Dinner included staff, Board members and their families. It was fun to see how they celebrate. The menu included lamb, pork and chicken, roasted potatoes, carrots, and peas, and a spicy rice as a starter. Dessert was some type of ice cream (I ate a dark chocolate square when I got back to my room instead ;)).
The program was great. We heard from a young man who had committed murder in the number gang and while in prison found Jesus. Now he is a Christian rapper. He sang us a song, “Friends in high places,” that went something like this:
My sleeves are full of aces
I got friends in high places
We talk on a day to day basis
That’s all I remember, but it was about having Jesus on his side. Then we saw two girls from their youth program perform a dance routine that was amazing.
Going to new heights
Today was an extremely special day for me. I overcame a lot and ended the day a better and stronger person. I am so thankful for today.
10:00am: Started the day at the Waterfront exchanging money and picking up a few essential items.
10:45am: Arrive at botanical gardens at the base of Table Mountain. Dalene (one of our hosts) tells us this is the “easy” hike up the mountain. Only about two hours to the top. No problem.
10:50am: Talk to the lady at the information desk at botanical gardens who says she can do this hike no problem, so people like us (she was about 30 years our elder) should have no problem. She gave us a map and directions. “Start here and then head toward Skeleton Gorge.” Us: “Why is it called skeleton gorge”? Info lady (with a completely straight face): “We lost some tourists there years ago.” We laugh. She laughs … but doesn’t say “just kidding.” Hmmmm. She also warns us there are ladders and chains along the way. What?
11:00am: Set out on our hike – Susan, Chad, Ryan and me.
Note: Times from here on out are estimates only. Could hardly see the watch through the sweat dripping from my forehead for heaven’s sake.
11:05am: Exhausted from our hike. Not sure how we’re going to make it two hours.
11:25pm: Hiking through a beautiful rainforest-esque gorge with beautiful plans and a stream surrounding us. While beautiful, the hike is tough. By this point, we were all drenched in sweat … since we decided to start at nearly the hottest point of the day.
11:30pm: Come across a native hiker who tells us we are 60% of the way through the most difficult part, which was good because we needed a pep talk since the ladders were the next thing on our route. We climbed like 10 sets of ladders. I was so glad they were there so I didn’t have to scale the rocks, which would have sucked.
12:00pm: Finally made it out of the rainforest and started to see some gorgeous views. Really gorgeous views. Thought we were at least half way through the hike.
1:00pm: Continued hiking. Still thought we were half way through. Stopped to enjoy more gorgeous views.
2:00pm: Finally reached the highest point on the mountain. Threw a rock on the pile of rocks. Met Ryan Wakefield from Texas. He’s been in South Africa for six months on mission work and already has a South African accent, which I thought was so crazy.
2:15pm: Could see our destination and realized it was still a ways off. We thought we were at the halfway point for a long time.
3:00pm: Success!! Crawled to the café for water.
Editor’s note: We started this hike thinking we were on the two hour trail and upon arriving at our destination, were disappointed in ourselves that it took us four hours. So we got a map and realized we started at like the furthest point on the back side of the mountain and climbed up and over and then all the way across the top of the mountain (which is “flat” like a table, hence the name, Table Mountain).
It was a truly amazing experience. I’m usually a pretty scared hiker, especially when it gets difficult, but I did not find myself scared for one single moment. I was with great people and the views were just so beautiful, it was impossible to be anything but happy and peaceful. It changed me in more ways than I think I realize at this point. I can’t wait to bring my daughter to experience this someday.
Celebrating Christmas
Tonight we had Christmas dinner with our host YMCA. Dinner included staff, Board members and their families. It was fun to see how they celebrate. The menu included lamb, pork and chicken, roasted potatoes, carrots, and peas, and a spicy rice as a starter. Dessert was some type of ice cream (I ate a dark chocolate square when I got back to my room instead ;)).
The program was great. We heard from a young man who had committed murder in the number gang and while in prison found Jesus. Now he is a Christian rapper. He sang us a song, “Friends in high places,” that went something like this:
My sleeves are full of aces
I got friends in high places
We talk on a day to day basis
That’s all I remember, but it was about having Jesus on his side. Then we saw two girls from their youth program perform a dance routine that was amazing.
Cape Town: Thursday, Dec. 3
Day 4: From one end to the other
What number are you?
Started the day with a two-hour drive to a juvenile prison/education center. The "learners" (aka prisoners) are sentenced here to serve time and continue their education. They are 14 to 18 years old and have committed crimes from robbery to multiple murders. Most of them are affiliated with the "number gangs." They must commit certain acts and go to prison and once in prison, they get a tattoo of a number that corresponds with their act. For example, a tattoo of a 26 means you raped, a 28 means you murdered, etc. (Side note: I later met a young man who committed murder and served six years in jail, which is a typical sentence term. Only six years for taking someone's life. Wow.)
All these boys had tattoos.
Because it's "holiday" (read more about that below), only 14 learners were at the center, as opposed to the usual 100+. These are the boys who aren't deemed ready to spend the Christmas holiday with their families because they are likely to reoffend. It was a blessing that only those boys were there. It gave us a magnificent opportunity to spend quality time with them and get to know them a bit.
I met Rodney who could not have been older than 15 and was transferred from another prison just three days before. I asked him how long he will be at the center and he simply said, "I do not know."
We toured the facility and saw their classrooms, many of which consisted of teaching trade skills like welding, woodworking, etc. They had an arts room that was filled with beautiful pieces of art made from scrap pieces. We were allowed to purchase a few things, with the funds going back into the center. I got a neat coat hanger thing and a pretty bracelet. We also saw their living conditions, which was a little rough. They have beds made of cement, not because the center is trying to be harsh, but because when they had bunk beds, they tore them apart and used the wood as weapons to fight with each other. I understand the reasoning, but it's still difficult to see cement and cinderblocks as a bed for a child.
Finally after touring, we met the kids. There was one white kid, the rest were black or colored (the term "colored" is uniquely South African and it means of mixed blood, usually referring to biracial children and Indians). We challenged them to a game of football (better known in the US as soccer ;)), which was amazing. We played for maybe 30 minutes and it was the highlight of our day, as well as theirs. They were polite, apologetic when they knocked us over, passionate, hard-working, playful/joyful, and just overall pleasant. I would have neverk known they were criminals. It turned out to be the highlight of the trip thus far.
After the soccer game, Susan asked them some questions and then discussed how having a common ground like soccer helped us all work together. We had trust in each other and our team that we were all working toward scoring a goal, and we played within certain rules that made it beneficial for everyone. She did a great job.
Finally, we took some photos with them, which they loved, and gave them some T-shirts. It was a great experience. I felt a sense of hope in that center and truly believe at least one of those boys will do something great in his lifetime.
Enjoying the view
After that emotional and fun visit, we went down the road to a winery, as the Center was located in the middle of wine country. Who knew South Africa had a gorgeous wine country? Several people in our group said it resembled Napa Valley. Anyways, we enjoyed a wine tasting (my first ever) and had a delicious lunch at the winery. The owners and staff were fantastic. The view of the vineyards was stunning. However, it did feel strange to leave the boys whose lives are so challenging, and enjoy good wine and good food. I certainly did not take the wine and lunch for granted. I appreciated every bit of it.
Holiday
In South Africa, Christmas is a big deal. A really big deal. For 20 days surrounding Christmas (I believe it begins Dec. 15), the country shuts down. Businesses close and everyone takes the time off to be with their families. In a conversation with one of the youth workers at the YMCA, she asked how many days we get off around Christmas, and when I responded that we only get Christmas off, she honestly did not understand. It took about a five minute conversation for her to understand … and she was appalled!
What number are you?
Started the day with a two-hour drive to a juvenile prison/education center. The "learners" (aka prisoners) are sentenced here to serve time and continue their education. They are 14 to 18 years old and have committed crimes from robbery to multiple murders. Most of them are affiliated with the "number gangs." They must commit certain acts and go to prison and once in prison, they get a tattoo of a number that corresponds with their act. For example, a tattoo of a 26 means you raped, a 28 means you murdered, etc. (Side note: I later met a young man who committed murder and served six years in jail, which is a typical sentence term. Only six years for taking someone's life. Wow.)
All these boys had tattoos.
Because it's "holiday" (read more about that below), only 14 learners were at the center, as opposed to the usual 100+. These are the boys who aren't deemed ready to spend the Christmas holiday with their families because they are likely to reoffend. It was a blessing that only those boys were there. It gave us a magnificent opportunity to spend quality time with them and get to know them a bit.
I met Rodney who could not have been older than 15 and was transferred from another prison just three days before. I asked him how long he will be at the center and he simply said, "I do not know."
We toured the facility and saw their classrooms, many of which consisted of teaching trade skills like welding, woodworking, etc. They had an arts room that was filled with beautiful pieces of art made from scrap pieces. We were allowed to purchase a few things, with the funds going back into the center. I got a neat coat hanger thing and a pretty bracelet. We also saw their living conditions, which was a little rough. They have beds made of cement, not because the center is trying to be harsh, but because when they had bunk beds, they tore them apart and used the wood as weapons to fight with each other. I understand the reasoning, but it's still difficult to see cement and cinderblocks as a bed for a child.
Finally after touring, we met the kids. There was one white kid, the rest were black or colored (the term "colored" is uniquely South African and it means of mixed blood, usually referring to biracial children and Indians). We challenged them to a game of football (better known in the US as soccer ;)), which was amazing. We played for maybe 30 minutes and it was the highlight of our day, as well as theirs. They were polite, apologetic when they knocked us over, passionate, hard-working, playful/joyful, and just overall pleasant. I would have neverk known they were criminals. It turned out to be the highlight of the trip thus far.
After the soccer game, Susan asked them some questions and then discussed how having a common ground like soccer helped us all work together. We had trust in each other and our team that we were all working toward scoring a goal, and we played within certain rules that made it beneficial for everyone. She did a great job.
Finally, we took some photos with them, which they loved, and gave them some T-shirts. It was a great experience. I felt a sense of hope in that center and truly believe at least one of those boys will do something great in his lifetime.
Enjoying the view
After that emotional and fun visit, we went down the road to a winery, as the Center was located in the middle of wine country. Who knew South Africa had a gorgeous wine country? Several people in our group said it resembled Napa Valley. Anyways, we enjoyed a wine tasting (my first ever) and had a delicious lunch at the winery. The owners and staff were fantastic. The view of the vineyards was stunning. However, it did feel strange to leave the boys whose lives are so challenging, and enjoy good wine and good food. I certainly did not take the wine and lunch for granted. I appreciated every bit of it.
Holiday
In South Africa, Christmas is a big deal. A really big deal. For 20 days surrounding Christmas (I believe it begins Dec. 15), the country shuts down. Businesses close and everyone takes the time off to be with their families. In a conversation with one of the youth workers at the YMCA, she asked how many days we get off around Christmas, and when I responded that we only get Christmas off, she honestly did not understand. It took about a five minute conversation for her to understand … and she was appalled!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Cape Town: Wednesday, Dec. 2
Day 3: Invigorating
I loved today.
Felt like home, in more ways than one
10:00am-ish: Arrived at Little Stream YMCA conference center and felt at home. Green trees, ferns, and flowers everywhere. A small creek, closely resembling the one that borders my property at home, flowed through the 9-acre property. I was overcome with calmness and peace at the site of that familiar-looking stream of water, it was great.
10:30am-ish: Began going over edits on the YMCA Cape Town annual report with the CEO and our volunteer trip leader (former executive director at the Harlem YMCA in New York City). Presented recommendations on content and layout.
11:00am: Decided we may as well get some serious work done on this annual report since it was to be printed tonight.
12:00pm: Arrived at CEO's house and worked with his volunteer assistant on design of the report. Meanwhile, Elaine worked on content.
1:07pm: Still working on annual report. Edited copy and photos.
2:38pm: Continued working on annual report. Fine-tuned articles and layout.
4:45pm: Dalene arrives to pick me up and says we must leave now to get Susan (who happened to take her GMATs at Cape Town University that afternoon - yeah Susan!). Help select a photo for the cover of the annual report and leave feeling completely satisfied that we took a good report and made it great.
Can I just order chicken? No.
7:30pm: Meet at African Cafe to eat "authentic" food from all over the country for 220 Rand (that's $30).
8:30pm: Enjoy food and a papaya drink with the entire group (fabulous people). Listen to live African music for a few minutes.
9:30pm: Head home and have a strange cab experience, at which I may have overreacted a bit, but luckily, my fellow friends are cool and put up with me.
I loved today.
Felt like home, in more ways than one
10:00am-ish: Arrived at Little Stream YMCA conference center and felt at home. Green trees, ferns, and flowers everywhere. A small creek, closely resembling the one that borders my property at home, flowed through the 9-acre property. I was overcome with calmness and peace at the site of that familiar-looking stream of water, it was great.
10:30am-ish: Began going over edits on the YMCA Cape Town annual report with the CEO and our volunteer trip leader (former executive director at the Harlem YMCA in New York City). Presented recommendations on content and layout.
11:00am: Decided we may as well get some serious work done on this annual report since it was to be printed tonight.
12:00pm: Arrived at CEO's house and worked with his volunteer assistant on design of the report. Meanwhile, Elaine worked on content.
1:07pm: Still working on annual report. Edited copy and photos.
2:38pm: Continued working on annual report. Fine-tuned articles and layout.
4:45pm: Dalene arrives to pick me up and says we must leave now to get Susan (who happened to take her GMATs at Cape Town University that afternoon - yeah Susan!). Help select a photo for the cover of the annual report and leave feeling completely satisfied that we took a good report and made it great.
Can I just order chicken? No.
7:30pm: Meet at African Cafe to eat "authentic" food from all over the country for 220 Rand (that's $30).
8:30pm: Enjoy food and a papaya drink with the entire group (fabulous people). Listen to live African music for a few minutes.
9:30pm: Head home and have a strange cab experience, at which I may have overreacted a bit, but luckily, my fellow friends are cool and put up with me.
Cape Town: Tuesday, Dec. 1
Day 2: An experience
This was an amazing day. Let me relive it for you.
Raising Awareness
10:00am: Arrived in a poorer area of Cape Town and met YMCA staff and volunteers on the street in front of a pharmacy blaring music and chanting/singing into a microphone about HIV. All were incredibly enthusiastic.
10:15am: Broke into groups of four and was given a stack of HIV informational flyers and a box of condoms. We walked down the street to an area with about 30 people waiting outside to get a job for the day. Handed out flyers, told people it was world AIDS awareness day and handed out condoms (packs of 10).
10:25am: Handed a man the flyer and condoms and he asks, "Can I use it on you?" Got freaked out, turned around and walked back to my trip leader who asked if I was OK. I was. Handed out the rest of my flyers and went back to the YMCA booth.
What a beautiful city
1:00pm: Arrive at the beach, which looks like South Beach in Miami apparently. Looked just like "Laguna Beach" to me. Big houses, expensive restaurants, fashionable europeans, and white sand beaches.
1:15pm: Decided on lunch at a pretty hot cafe. Had a delicious prawn and avocado salad.
2:20pm: Walked on the beach, got my toes in the water and took some pix with Susan and Tabitha.
Is this the same city?
2:30pm: Got in YMCA van and headed to Athlone YMCA, which is situated in the saddest neighborhood I've ever seen (up to this point). There was no grass. It was concrete slabs with three or four story apartments. Kids were just hanging out on the side of the road, on concrete. There was nowhere for them to play. Appreciated my 2.1 acres more than I ever have before.
Lost track of time: Rushed to the YMCA van with destination unknown.
Still lost track of time: Pulled onto a dirt road lined with "houses" made of scrap metal and cardboard, a township called Gugulethu. Passed a "grocery story" that consisted of scrap metal on three sides and food inside that didn't look edible for animals. Passed a "bar" with men drinking beer and their children sitting on their laps. Passed hundreds of "houses" made of leftover materials. Appreciated my home more than ever before.
Time is of no importance: Pulled up to two large metal containers, one holding dozens of children, the other a place where youth classes are taking place, including a boxing class. Met a gentleman who lives in this shanti town and shared his story. He is afraid for his life every single day. He lives like royalty in a two-bedroom house made of scrap metal, no running water, no bathroom and holes in the roof. He gets a small amount of electricity to use each month, very small. "In the summer, it is OK, but when winter comes, life gets hard," he says. "When you leave the house, you must have something that you can give the robbers otherwise they will stab you. If you don't have money or food to give them, just take off your shoes and give them to them if you want to live."
Time goes by: Kids are released from the container and rush to play with these strange guests in their town, aka the Americans. Susan brought beach balls for them to play with, which was great. The camp directors in our group led games. I got overwhelmed and frustrated staring at these children with no shoes, dirty skin, rotting teeth and crusted snot on their face, knowing there was nothing I could do once I left to improve their lives. It was a glimpse for me, but a life for them. Ryan later told me he saw several kids pee on the ground as soon as they walked out of the containers.
This was an amazing day. Let me relive it for you.
Raising Awareness
10:00am: Arrived in a poorer area of Cape Town and met YMCA staff and volunteers on the street in front of a pharmacy blaring music and chanting/singing into a microphone about HIV. All were incredibly enthusiastic.
10:15am: Broke into groups of four and was given a stack of HIV informational flyers and a box of condoms. We walked down the street to an area with about 30 people waiting outside to get a job for the day. Handed out flyers, told people it was world AIDS awareness day and handed out condoms (packs of 10).
10:25am: Handed a man the flyer and condoms and he asks, "Can I use it on you?" Got freaked out, turned around and walked back to my trip leader who asked if I was OK. I was. Handed out the rest of my flyers and went back to the YMCA booth.
What a beautiful city
1:00pm: Arrive at the beach, which looks like South Beach in Miami apparently. Looked just like "Laguna Beach" to me. Big houses, expensive restaurants, fashionable europeans, and white sand beaches.
1:15pm: Decided on lunch at a pretty hot cafe. Had a delicious prawn and avocado salad.
2:20pm: Walked on the beach, got my toes in the water and took some pix with Susan and Tabitha.
Is this the same city?
2:30pm: Got in YMCA van and headed to Athlone YMCA, which is situated in the saddest neighborhood I've ever seen (up to this point). There was no grass. It was concrete slabs with three or four story apartments. Kids were just hanging out on the side of the road, on concrete. There was nowhere for them to play. Appreciated my 2.1 acres more than I ever have before.
Lost track of time: Rushed to the YMCA van with destination unknown.
Still lost track of time: Pulled onto a dirt road lined with "houses" made of scrap metal and cardboard, a township called Gugulethu. Passed a "grocery story" that consisted of scrap metal on three sides and food inside that didn't look edible for animals. Passed a "bar" with men drinking beer and their children sitting on their laps. Passed hundreds of "houses" made of leftover materials. Appreciated my home more than ever before.
Time is of no importance: Pulled up to two large metal containers, one holding dozens of children, the other a place where youth classes are taking place, including a boxing class. Met a gentleman who lives in this shanti town and shared his story. He is afraid for his life every single day. He lives like royalty in a two-bedroom house made of scrap metal, no running water, no bathroom and holes in the roof. He gets a small amount of electricity to use each month, very small. "In the summer, it is OK, but when winter comes, life gets hard," he says. "When you leave the house, you must have something that you can give the robbers otherwise they will stab you. If you don't have money or food to give them, just take off your shoes and give them to them if you want to live."
Time goes by: Kids are released from the container and rush to play with these strange guests in their town, aka the Americans. Susan brought beach balls for them to play with, which was great. The camp directors in our group led games. I got overwhelmed and frustrated staring at these children with no shoes, dirty skin, rotting teeth and crusted snot on their face, knowing there was nothing I could do once I left to improve their lives. It was a glimpse for me, but a life for them. Ryan later told me he saw several kids pee on the ground as soon as they walked out of the containers.
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