Sunday, January 27, 2008

Cape Town - Week 20 - 21

Before commencing on another blog detailing the adventures of my journey here in South Africa, I would first like to comment on the lack of consistent, weekly blogs. Although I would love to write a blog each and everyweek, there are many constraints on my life that prevent such an occurrence. While I could blame a hectic work schedule, irreparable computer failure, or even severe arthritis in my fingers, I will just let the true cause reveal itself: Laziness. Without an actual job or any obligations whatsoever (besides of course eating, drinking & sleeping), laziness has overtaken my body, and thus overtaken my ability to compose weekly blogs. Thus, although it distresses me greatly, blogs will now only be released every few weeks, unless momentous happenings occur in my life (or a miraculous cure for laziness reveals itself). Anyhow, onto the blog:

With my adventure in Namibia behind me, it was time to get back into the swing of things, and figure out a way of replenishing my severely dented savings account. And with no potential of making any significant amount of money, I was left to a secondary option: Spend less. As a result, the past few weeks have been an adventure in thriftiness. Eating in. Drinking cheaper beer. Poaching mussels on the beaches of Cape Town in order to provide me with a more-than-affordable meal. Accepting free tickets to cricket matches. Hiking up mountains. And of course throwing away all my efforts in one day, thanks to one of the most “posh” events in all of Cape Town: The J&B Met.

More or less the Kentucky Derby equivalent of South Africa, this annual horse race is considered the “place to be” in Cape Town, providing a three-fold experience for all Cape Tonians. Not only does it present the opportunity for countless gambling addicts to fuel their desire in throwing away thousands of dollars, it also provides the “young and restless” of Cape Town an opportunity to drink the day away while watching horses stampede around the track as small anorexic men have their way with them. And finally (and of course most importantly), the J&B Met gives Cape Town’s elite the opportunity to prove how rich they truly are, offering up the occasion to spend thousands upon thousands of dollars on dresses, costumes and other over-priced and never-to-be-worn-again outfits. Thus, for most of the day this past Saturday, I enjoyed an afternoon filled with people watching.

From Cape Town's rich and famous, strutting around in their "Sunday's Best," to Cape Town's wanna-be rich and famous, spending a year's life savings on a single day's event. From drunken students parading the grounds in search of a booze or even a plastic cup (as those eventually ran out somehow at all the bars) to drunken gamblers, desperately hoping for their 1 in a million trifecta to come in. But most entertaining of all, the models. Countless models, male and female, catwalking around the grounds with seemingly no idea that there was an actual horse race the same day as their “outdoor shoot.”

Nvertheless, aside from endless amounts of people watching, and of course a few horses here and there, I also managed to successfully pick the winner of the “main race.” And now that I am 20 rand /$3 richer, and pretty much have obtained “baller-status," please feel free to contact me if a loan is needed from my plentiful earnings.

And now, onto a more-than-delayed lesson:

“Learn me something something about South Africa.”

This Week's Topic: Load Sharing

Supporting a population of almost 50 million, South Africa has made a name for itself as being one of the most economically successful 3rd world countries on this planet. With the 18th largest GDP in the world (thank you again Wikipedia for fueling my blogs with fun-filled facts), you would think that the infrastructure of this great African nation would be quite well developed. Nope. Not here.

Despite its growing population, South Africa’s ability to provide all citizens with working electricity has seemed to hit a snag. And when efforts could’ve been made to invest in additional power plants, government officials were seemingly too busy fighting off their own personal conspiracy cases (as well as attempting to shut down the one governmentally-run organization that is solely dedicated to fighting internal conspiracy – if the irony doesn’t hit here, I don’t know what does). Thus, bring on the load sharing.

Basically, around the country everyday, electricity is denied to various “patches” of South Africa, in order to help “relieve” the load of electricity demand on the power stations. What does this mean for the everyday person? Well, don’t expect your power to make it through the day. To many, the sound of everything in their home turning off at once has become commonplace, just as any traffic light is now accepted as a 4-way stop (as these do not function consistently either). The one electrical item that does actually seem to maintain consistent power are the solar-powered speeding cameras on the highways (cause why miss out on the opportunity to catch speeding motorists!).

So why doesn’t the electricity company warn consumers of where & when they plan on “switching off power” in any given week. Well that would just make sense. Thus, each and everyday, citizens around South Africa await the inevitable. It may not be today. It may not be tomorrow. But someday soon, your power is gonna go, and the only thing you can do to prevent this is to pray a power station falls from the sky. And if this doesn’t happen, well… lets just wait and see what happens in 2010 when the World Cup comes to town. : )

Onto the pics...



Kenilworth Race Course: Home to the J&B Met

Holding the winning $3 ticket! What am I gonna do with all this money?!

A running horse -- quite a common sight during the day

Best Dressed guys at The Met -- Don't worry Mom, they're Jewish :)

Showing off my evil/crazy side during some mussel picking / poaching

Newlands Cricket Grounds at night

At the top of Lions Head after a Sunday afternoon hike

View of Table Mountain and the "table cloth" of clouds covering it

Cape Town night shot

Monday, January 14, 2008

Namibia Roadtrip

With Tanzania and Kenya checked off the “to-travel-to-while-in-Africa” checklist, I decided it was a perfect time to find another country to help cure my travel itch: Namibia. Alongside my flatmate Kevin, we partook in an epic adventure, traveling almost 5,000 kilometers in Kevin’s trusty Toyota Tazz around Namibia – A country whose landmass is almost twice the size of California, but has a population of a little under 2 million (Wikipedia fun fact = 2.5 people per square kilometer – 2nd smallest population density in the world).

Our journey commenced with a slow trip up the Northern Cape of South Africa, camping along the way before arriving at our first destination: The Orange River (border of South Africa & Namibia). For four days, we would be rafting down the Orange River, accompanied by 11 other Cape Tonian guys (hello sausage fest) and our oh-so-lucky-yet-soon-to-hate-us two female guides. While the majority of our trip unfortunately falls into the “blog-censored” category, our days pretty much went like this:

6:00AM: Wake up along a campsite on the river, unsure of whether or not any sleep was actually accomplished the night before due to excess partying and/or the various wildlife which managed to find its way into your sleeping bag (as we slept completely out in the open)

6:30AM: Bos Kak Queue (Afrikaans Translation = Bush Shit Line) – As we were in the middle of nowhere, our two best friends were a shovel and some matches to rid the environment of any “non-natural” products (AKA toilet paper)

7:00AM – 12:00PM: After a hearty breakfast, begin paddling in our 2-man rafts down the river, drinking beer, relaxing, swimming, and of course letting the 110 degree heat take its toll on our bodies (traveling to Namibia in the middle of summer is probably one of those decisions that falls into the “what-the-F-were-you-thinking” category)

12:00PM: Find a random place along the river to eat lunch

1:00PM – 3:00PM: More paddling/drinking/swimming until reaching our final camp for the night (usually infested either with gnats, mosquitoes, or random cows wandering aimlessly around leaving cow pies every 3 feet – which by the way look like lava in a fire)

3:00PM – 6:00PM: Mini-adventure time – Either involved hiking unhikable mountains in flip flops (hello bruised/scratched body), or finding wood for our evening fires (usually involved finding an entire tree to use as our wood).

6:00PM: Dinner – the only time silence is actually found during our trip

7:00PM - ?: Inappropriate Behavior Time – Given none of us had a watch or any determination of time, and several of our “crew” did not believe in the concept of sleep, the only options were to either accept no sleep and stay up all night helping fuel the neverending fire, or try sneak away and find somewhere to sleep where the potential of being jumped upon was minimal (rafts along the river ended up being a bad option, as the temptation to push those asleep out into the river was too fun to resist)

After four days on the river, and once again finding myself without a shower in almost a weeks time, Kevin and I set off for our next destination: ?. With no true goal in mind as to where we would go, we utilized our trusty map, and of course the fact that there are really only 3-4 places to travel to in ALL of Namibia. While I will let the pictures summarize the places we visited, the remainder of our journey consisted of driving, driving, braiing, driving, camping and a little more driving just for fun. Overall however, the trip was honestly amazing, and Namibia definitely has jumped to the top of the list of my favorite places to which I’ve traveled.

Oh yes, and if are curious of how my time was spent between my last post and now, here is a quick recap (as I was a bit too lazy to post a new blog):

- Nurse my injuries from Kilimanjaro (including a partially torn achilles tendon which made walking almost as much fun as watching the Lions on an offensive drive -- That one is for your Grace)

- Unwillingly consume more Mefloquine (anti-malarial) pills, in-turn eliminating any ability to produce a coherent thought for almost 2 weeks.

- XMas: Well, since I'm Jewish, this day normally is one of the most boring of the entire year. However, myself and almost a dozen other friends & frineds of friends visited various winefarms, partaking in a day of wine tasting and all-you-can-eat buffet... well... eating (4 plates later + 1.5 plates dessert = semi-mild stomach ache)

- New Years Eve: With endless parties from which to choose (including a 4-day trance party in the mountains & many other this-is-the-only-place-to-be-on-NYE events), our decision was only made at about 7pm the night of NYE. Visiting our favorite locale (Tiger Tiger), we actually had quite an amazing time (despite New Years Eve's ability to turn any night into an overhyped/overly-expensive dissapointment).

Onto the pics (damn this blog cutting off the captions!):


Coasting down the river in our loyal/unsinkable/unflippable crocs (aka rafts)

Taking a break from some intense rafting action

Hiking up a mountain along the Orange River (i really need to stop doing that rock-on symbol with my hands)

Driving through the middle of nowhere

One of our many campistes in Namibia

Fish River Canyon - 2nd largest canyon in the world (Grand Canyon is 1st - USA! USA!)

On top of one of the largest sand dunes in the world in Sossusvlei at sunrise

Deadvlei - An old dried up river bed in the middle of the Namib desert (aka photographers wet dream) -- Pardon the crudity :)

Practing my flying techniques on the dunes

Man i love sand!

Attempting to mail a package in the worlds largest postbox (not random at all, i swear)