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.
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Sooo what happened with the cab? Too much suspense :) Your trip sounds fun!! I'm liking this blog!
Do tell!
Dang, no chicken?
You CANNOT tell Clark or Lee, they will die. So we got in an unlicensed cab with two drivers (suspicious) and after driving about 2 miles, they ran out of gas (could have been suspicious, that's just one way to mug people, right?!). I started freaking out (I'm definitely the most paranoid in the group), as did a couple others (not to my extreme), so we got out. But the drivers wanted money since they had driven us a couple miles and they obviously needed gas, so we gave them R20 (about $4) and started walking down a six lane highway, which I'm not sure was any safer. Meanwhile, I called 911 (which is 112 over here) and was on hold with an automated service for like 5 minutes, seriously. Finally flagged down another cab and made it back to the hostel safely. Needless to say, I'm am staying in next time they go out at night, which I think we're all happy about. ;)
Holy Cow! You had a right to be terrified.
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