slightly feeling the sunburn from yesterday, but I'm surprisingly not bothered that much by it.
A brisk walk over to the church to present the service, nice to see the people, but sad to experience how little they have when we have that much.
Walk to Irene Church. Yes that is Ellis Park!!!! |
Second taxiride was super, well only because we could all go together. To be honest it wasn't as enjoyable as it would be when we had to make our own way (in groups of 2-3).
As the rules of the camp require, the first thing I do on arrival at the Apartheid Museum, off to the bathroom to steel myself mentally and emotionally. (some relief was involved :P)
I feel terrible, Apartheid Museum was extremely emotionally taxing (broke down behind an ancient voting station and cried for five minutes straight). Finding it hard to escape the past.
Time for the taxi ride home. Went with the cool black Josuas. Learned that I am an inexperienced umlungu (whiteman). Quite funny to listen to them bantering in their own language. Interesting too.
Time for a difficult, but insightful racial conversation with the Josuas. Scared witless by their questions...
Nighttime walk to Macdonalds. Yay! We got horrendously lost in the city at night. Eventually walked in a circle to the place and then back to Impilu. City is spectacular on a cold clear night! And the people are amazing (sometimes scary). Met a few cops, the locals call them berets. "Hy gaan jou moer!" was the quick warning. We disappeared rather fast after that.
Gunna sleep so fast tonight.
Big castle/prison building on way to Macdonalds |
Room at Impilu was U115 |
CHEERS!
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