The past week has been a complete whirlwind of emotions. But hey, without the rain there’s no rainbow.
Last weekend I hiked to the top of Lion’s Head with some of my housemates. It was quite possibly the most challenging thing I have ever done. Hiking isn’t really my thing. It took us about two hours to get to the top, after taking a slight detour to one of the caves in the mountain. The view from the top was unbelievable. I’m proud to say I made it to the top. I can now check it off my bucket list and never do it again. 🙂
Last Sunday was my first time at Mzoli’s. Mzoli’s is a braai in Gugulethu-a township just outside of Cape Town. You go into their butchery and pick out your meat, they then braai it for you while you hang out and enjoy the people and music. It is BYOB and quite the party. Despite its not-so-great reputation, I had a fantastic time. Shortly followed by a terrible wine headache.
Call Me Kim K Cuz I Broke The Internet
Well, not really… But a post I made at work that was posted on the Rape Crisis Facebook page (please go like the page if you haven’t already) did go completely viral. Like 26 MILLION impressions viral, and the RC Cape Town Trust Facebook page did have some issues because of it. You can read more about that here.
Work has been really great. I could not have asked for a better internship. I’m learning so much, and everyone I work with is great. I feel as though this experience has already changed me so much as a person. It’s hard being here, and not just because I’m away from my friends and family.
I go into townships for work sometimes, or to go to things like Mzoli’s, and it takes an emotional toll on me every time. I am an overly empathetic person, so maybe that is part of why I feel so deeply affected. But, it’s hard to see young children roaming the streets alone, and not in school. It’s hard to see the shacks that people make out of scrap metal because they can’t afford a proper house. It’s hard to see the piles of trash that people throw over the fences of the informal settlements because they don’t have proper trash removal. It’s hard to see stray, sometimes injured, starving dogs rummaging through the garbage.
What’s even worse is knowing that there is nothing that I can do. I can’t feed every child that is hungry. I can’t save every stray dog. (Although, shoutout to my boss for saving two of the cutest kittens that I have ever seen.) I can’t fix the economic system and create jobs for every person that lives in an informal settlement, so that they can afford to have proper plumbing and electricity. I can’t protect people from being sexually assaulted. It’s a rude awakening. My innocence has been taken and I can’t get it back. The innocence of thinking that I could change the world. The truth is, you can’t change the world. The world changes you. But, just because you can’t change the world, doesn’t mean you can’t change someone’s world. And that’s what I’m going to try to do. Even if it’s only one person.
On a lighter note, on Friday, we had an intern outing. We went to Beau Constantia for wine tasting. There were quite a few new interns, so it was cool to meet them and hang out. The wine was great too, especially after the difficult week. I tasted wine for the first time. Funny, my cork collection would make it seem as though I have tasted wine thousands of times. Apparently, there actually is a correct way to drink wine. It was insane how much more I could taste in the wine, once the sommelier taught us how to correctly taste it.
Hout Bay Market
After wine tasting some of the interns made our way down to the Hout Bay Market for dinner. I had the best crunchwrap of my entire life. Sorry not sorry Taco Bell. I’m quickly becoming a foodie. I’ve even been cooking! #Adulting
- South Africans eat rabbit on Easter. Which just seems so wrong, don’t you think? #RIPEasterBunny
- Pedestrians never have the right away. Learned this the hard way and almost became road kill.
- South Africans do not watch Shark Week. But they should.