Month: August 2012

Sobonana South Africa

What can I say about these past ten weeks? In sum–they’ve been AMAZING! But if I break it down, they’ve been exciting, frustrating, tiresome, infuriating, cold, unexpected, sweet, beautiful, warm, breathtaking, gross, passionate, exhausting, and a number of other adjectives that aren’t quite readily coming to mind. South Africa is easily one of the most physically beautiful countries I’ve been to. It’s also one of the craziest places I’ve been to in terms of politics–especially race and language politics. But I will definitely be going back. Hopefully sooner than later. I could write for lengths on my experiences here, and I’ve tried my best to keep up to date on my posts, but there’s been too much to do, and not enough easy access to functional internet. Anyway, my last week in Cape Town, was extraordinary. It was a bit stressful trying to finish up the work for my internship, but I did finish. Maybe not to the capacity that was expected from the outset–of writing a paper that could potentially be published in a …

Face Fear

“Fear is temporary. Regret is forever.” That statement couldn’t be more true. It’s the motto at face adrenalin–the bungee jump at Bloukrans Bridge in South Africa, which holds the Guiness World Record for the highest bridge jump in the world (216 m/709 ft). This past weekend I faced one type of fear (sheer terror, to be precise), and jumped off the bridge. I have to say the first 3 seconds (was it even 3 seconds?), was probably the worst 3 seconds of my life. I actually felt like I was jumping to my death. But once you start to feel the slightest bit of tension in that rope, my brain kicked in and reminded me that my feet are connected to the rope and that I’m gonna be fine. That’s when the laughter began. I’m not sure why I felt I needed to do this. I mean it’s absolutely crazy. I thought I was okay with it until I got to the edge of the bridge. At that point there is no turning around; you either jump or get …

Two Week Notice

This summer (winter) has gone by unbelievably fast. I’m down to my last two weeks in Cape Town. While I’m excited to go home and be in warm weather, have my car back, have my own place again, and eat myself to death with new orleans food–I’m undoubtedly sad that I will be leaving this place. This summer was supposed to be about conducting research, and writing some great journal article that could eventually be published and add to my resume and make me look great, and blah blah. But I’ve done relatively very little work and very much play–much to my chagrin at the same time because now I have to actually do my work so that I can write some kind of paper, even if it’s not the best (which it very well may not be). But, good news is–I don’t really care. I came to have an experience, and an experience I have had. I’m always in school, always studying, always writing. Hell, I was even taking an online class while being …