Friday, 28 October 2011

Skies and Sunsets



The African bush has a sky like I've never seen before. It stretches up and over the whole place like God accidentally dropped a huge blue mixing bowl on us. I never thought the sky could make me feel slightly claustrophobic, but it has here. It's so all-encompassing, so huge, that I feel like we're trapped, smothered by an azure blanket which has then been firmly tucked under the Drakensberg mountains in the distance. And this is coming from someone who grew up in the flattest region of the United States.


It's certainly awe-inspiring, however, especially at my favorite time of day, dusk, when the overwhelming, relentless blue fades to a hazy yellow, eventually leaving us with a wonderfully bizarre orange finale. I've taken so many sunset pictures, in fact, I could probably make a cheap coffee-table book.


The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

Lest any of you think all I'm consuming here is cornmeal and goat meat, I figured I'd devote a post to describing some of the food I eat on a daily basis. The cuisine options here are surprisingly similar to the United States--something I was expecting in Cape Town, but not small towns like Empangeni (Some of the more pleasant realizations: I can drink the tap water! I can even order a (decidedly African, and thus, kind of weird-tasting) BBQ chicken pizza! Delivered to my house by a guy on a motorcycle!).

I thought my arsenal of Nutella (I'll take the 2 jumbo tubs, thankyouverymuch), Kashi granola bars, and Jolly Ranchers wouldn't be enough to sustain me for the first month, but, surprisingly, I've been rather good at pacing myself. Running right on schedule with only one box of granola bars left, but I was (surprise, surprise) spooning my way through the Nutella pretty fast (try for breakfast, an afternoon snack, and dessert), but I'd like to think I've learned some self-control.

Especially when one has stuff like this to distract oneself:

The Good:
All South Africans (Zulu, Xhosa, British, Indian, Afrikaner alike) are famous for being tremendous carnivores (really sometimes I think the only thing that really unites this country is a love for anything slaughtered, wrapped in sausage casing and tossed on a grill), but they also love their carbs, in any and all form.

1) My favorite carb is, by far, what the Zulus call ipapa or "stiff pap." Basically, South African grits. If one is feeling so adventurous, one can pick up ipapa with one's hand and use as a sort of spoon-type device. Fun, safe, delicious. You really can't go wrong. Even KFC has picked up on the wholesomeness of pap. With some fried drumsticks, it's a match made in heaven.

2) KFC. It deserves its own category, that's how big it is here. I've eaten it probably 6-7 times in 8 weeks, and I don't know what they're doing to their chickens (ahem, probably letting them run around), or what kind of spice they rub on the final product, but I've never had more addictive chicken in my entire life. It's getting to be an issue with our group.

3) Ijeqa, or steamed bread. My host mom made this the first week, and it tastes like very dense, moist Irish soda bread. I nearly cried when it was all gone.

4) Chutney. My region of South Africa has a huge Indian population (the closest big city, Durban, has the largest Indian population outside of India), so even my South African mother has learned to make a mean tomato chutney. I made a omelette for them the other weekend and folded the leftovers into it, and they thought it was too good to be true. So did I.

5) It's not all simple carbohydrates (though most of the time it is!). Veggies are, admittedly, few and far between (hey, we're just getting out of winter down here, ok?). My favorite is ikhabishi, or cabbage. I actually have no idea how to describe this. It's basically just boiled cabbage, with spices, but so much better than you would think.

6) Spinach with garlic.

7) Milo, this addictive hot chocolate mix made by Nestle and I think, based on the packaging, is more marketed towards eleven-year-old-boys who play soccer, not sedentary female college students. I drink it twice-daily anyway. I bought a bulk container at the grocery store just to ensure I don't run out. Everyone else drink tea or coffee during tea time (yes, we have tea time. I think if the US adapted tea time people could be happier), but I'll take my sugary chocolate energy beverage, thanks.

The Bad:
Surprise, surprise, there isn't that much I don't like to eat here.

1) Sheep: Sheep's actually one of the most expensive meats, and reserved for special occasions, hence why the only time I've tasted it was at a surprise 40th birthday party for one of our host parents. I put a small piece experimentally in my mouth and chewed. And chewed. And chewed. I usually don't eat things that take a lot of time and patience to consume.

2) Mincemeat: This is one of those British influences that I wish they'd have kept to themselves. My host family keeps this in their fridge and seems to use it only on hurried weeknights when there's really nothing else all that great to cook. This is the opposite of sheep--so mushy you can just swallow it without chewing. Too weird.

3) Tripe: Another gross British import. I didn't even try it. Just yuck.

The Ugly:
Not necessarily bad, but just stuff that's weird. Among these being fish stew, which is fine once you get over the fact that there's still skin attached to the fish. It's the healthiest part, my friend assured me.


Perhaps South Africa, ironically, will turn me vegetarian? Also I love how my most detailed post so far is a lovingly written one about food.



Friday, 21 October 2011

Safarin'


Last weekend we had free, so Patrick, another student on my program, and I booked it out of Empangeni to go to two game reserves--Hluhluwe-Umfolozi and Mkuze, both located in the northern section of our province. Because it wasn't an official "safari" (we were just driving around in our own car), I honestly wasn't expecting a whole lot. But typical Africa: we paid the equivalent of probably $10, were handed a map and subsequently allowed free rein with giraffe, monkeys, zebras, so many impala I got tired of seeing them, water buffalo, the endangered white rhino (for which Hluhluwe is famous for bringing back from the brink of extinction), and landed ourselves in a herd of close to 200 elephants.

One of our first big sightings--two warthogs. They were completely unfazed by our presence and continued to pig out.


Stumbled upon a few elephants...


...only a couple hundred or so. We followed the whole herd and watched them migrate through a valley to another section of the park.

Our new favorite animals: nyalas!

Hey, pretty girl!



So first of all, I'm an awful blogger.

Nearly two months into my stay in South Africa, and I'm just starting a blog now?

I wish I could say I've procrastinated accidentally, that I've just been so busy having an amazing time doing a million amazing things that it's slipped my mind. But, alas--if South Africa is anything unexpected, I never expected it to be this quiet. So, although I've been having a good time, and have done and thought many blog-worthy things, I've been hesitant to actually start one. After reading my friends' posts from their adventures in Europe and Beijing, which are usually rushed, crazily entertaining litanies of activity after activity, I was worried (dumbly) I would have nothing to write about.

And yes, most of my time spent here has been rather, well, ordinary. But satisfying, in a strange way. I'm living in a very small town, Empangeni, on the eastern coast of the country, near the Indian Ocean. We're near beautiful beaches and game reserves brimming with wildlife, but the closest big city--Durban--is close to 90 miles away. My typical day, in short, is extremely different from the ones to which I've grown accustomed, attending school in New York City. I spend my days in class, in Zulu lessons, and "researching" (still figuring out exactly what that means). I wake up at 5:30 am for a morning run and go to bed at 11:00 pm (at Fordham, going to bed before 3:00 am is a rarity). My meals are cooked for me by my fabulous host mother. I have cable TV for the first time in my life, but no Internet. No subways, just minibus taxis. I read a lot more and talk to friends less often.

Bottom line, life in the bush (or, in Afrikaans, bushveld) has not been your "typical" study abroad experience.

Living here has been a lot to digest, and conveying it to you all in 500-word posts is still a tall order--but now, after some contemplation, it seems as if I have much more to say than I thought I would. Here goes...good thing Africa won't release me until June!