Sometimes I feel like I want my previous life back, I want to wake up in my bed in Bucharest, looking on the window to the neighboring grey block of flats, take a quick shower, dress ready for office, eat some eggs and make me a milk with chocolate cup and catch the underground for the next thirty minutes to get to my workplace. Workplace is not the correct word here, I’ve always liked that office and my work was, at most times, creative, fun and different every day. Writing was my life – and still is- for some reasons I won’t ever understand completely. I was born to be a writer.
My journey to South Africa is then a crazy loop - how could I gave up that writing? I mean, I had a nice life, a nice job – maybe not the best, but still nice. And money wasn’t ever an issue. The social scene was there too – either going out with some of my friends journalist or hang out at events and press conferences, meeting new people.
But there must have been a feeling of loneliness that. Yes, that feeling when you want to have a walk in the park with your lover beside you and you can’t. That feeling when you want to be kissed – I just love the kissing part- and you can’t. Not because you don’t have someone to long for, I so dislike the idea of not having a partner, but just because he is physically in the other part of the world, thinking and waiting for you.
I guess it was meant to happen to me, after all. I always complicate my life and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sit still in one place and watch the years pass by, until I find myself too old for this journalism, too old for the city buzzing nightlife, too old for any of my getaway thoughts. I am a butterfly, looking for new flowers to sit on – if you cage me, then you might just kill my dreams. And I dream a lot, you know, but South Africa wasn’t even close to my dreams until I met Rick.
I’m still reading “Eat, Pray, Love”. I think at this point it has a strange influence on myself. I’m perceiving divinity differently now, more than just a bigger soul that must be there in order to make sure I won’t follow the darkness paths of existence. Yet, I think I have found my true God and that is Love. It must be Love, if not what the hell I am doing here? In the pursuit of God, it is said to abandon your everyday habits with the hope that something greater will be handed to you in return for the things you’ve given up, like my life before South Africa. But, sadly to say, I wasn’t searching for a God, my God has already shown to me in the most difficult periods of my life – when I felt that nobody cares about me during my school years, He would simply say “Ignore it, you will finish it soon and you’ll have a wonderful life, you’ll meet people who really understand you”. He was right. When I was at university, in need of someone to love me right then and there, I stumbled on the wrong people. God used to say then “He’s not the right for you” and for a while I really felt that my choices are so wrong, that I myself needed a change. Hence the Internship to London, in search for a different breath of air – with no boys hunting whatsoever. But then it happened to me. God said “Go on, go with him, you’ll be safe”. I never had even the slightest thought of being uncomfortable in the presence of that cute strange whom I ran from the club with to make a hot night to remember even now, after three years.
God was right again. He’s always right. In just a couple of days, the stranger became Ricky, my South African boyfriend and it was easy and right to fall in love for this guy. My love quest was finally solved, without even asking for it. But then, what will happen when I return home? It was always the sad question while I was in London. Mom said “Don’t get too attached”, I still remember her words when phoning me while I was taking the double-decker bus back to my place. But God said “Go on, you’ll be fine, you don’t have anything to worry about, he loves you”. And God was in my mind all these years, telling me that it’s ok to wait, that I shouldn’t give up my love now, that he is the right man I need in my life. For most people, seeing your partner just three times in almost three years, for short periods of time and then spend your time waiting, waiting, waiting, chatting everyday before bedtime to wipe your tears of your face, must be a painful, unwanted experience and totally crazy. For me it was one of the hardest things and also one of the sweetest thing I’ve ever done. All in the name of Love.
So God is in my Love for Ricky. I found Him at last and I wasn’t even trying that hard. No ethereal experiences, no praying for hours, not even a trip to an Indian Ashram. For me, God is all in my mind and I can access Him whenever I want. Right now, when I wonder how long I will be that nostalgic and jobless, with a feeling of being useless to human kind? And He says “You have found what you were looking for. You have a wonderful new life, place to stay, eat and sleep and a husband who adores you and you adore him as much as he does. What do you need more? You found Love. You found it far from home, I know, but you found it. Wasn’t that what you wanted? Wasn’t that the only thing that counts after all, when you know that one day you will no longer exist on this earth and you will think back at your greatest accomplishments?”
He is right again. My solely desire in this world was to be loved, appreciated for what I am, told that I can do whatever I want or that I can handle everything. And not being compared with anyone else. Not a strange girl, who liked to write for ever since she learn how to do it, who was seen and told to be anti-social, a crybaby and not like the “others” or not even like her sister. Where was the Love then? It wasn’t that my parents didn’t love me, maybe because they didn’t know how to express that better in words. But I don’t blame anybody here. Once I began my quest for Love, I felt stronger and I made my own decision. My God said to me that its time to move on, so I never looked back when it was time to leave my family, my country and my job. “Go ahead, it will be fine. I will take care of you. Ricky will take care of you. You are wanted there.” Again, he is right. My leaving was easy and no hard-feeling. I couldn’t believe it. Most people won’t ever leave their country like that, or their family, and go and live in other country, a country you only seen in TV documentaries and a mere month two years ago on a visit. Most people are afraid of losing their jobs. Most people, except the ones who are now in the search for Love, won’t understand. But the ones who do – “how sweet”, they say, are the ones who truly know me, what matters to me right now. It might be sad to say it, but it’s worth it a million times. I’ve come in the right place to build my memories, with the right man at, the right time. Although it’s extremely hard to build a new life, I admit it.
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
Sunday, 08 March 2009
The gourmet South Africa
I was raised to eat quite a lot, three times per day, grandma’s divine food. When I moved to university, in Bucharest, I had to cook for myself from the first year so I learned the basics as roasted chicken legs with rice, fries or vegetable, boiled or fried eggs and lots of pasta in different sauces. When I landed the job in my third year, I skipped the lunch part – already made sandwiches, salads and Snack Attack’s decadent chocolate mousse were the substitute. I lost some weight, partly because I enjoyed going to gym every week, but I put some back on during my last weeks at Wall-Street, in November last year. My gym subscription expired – as I was using the gym as the university’s student and I was no longer a student – in fact, I graduated last year, July.
I had to rethink my diet here, in South Africa. I mean, rethink with big R, as I stepped in the country of outdoor braais, boerewors and red meat. Not to mention the traditional dry meat, biltong and drywors (dry sausages). That is, camping loving people who don’t stress that much about food (sorry mom, can’t cook big meals three times a day). Their relationship with food is simple – eat to live, not live to eat – but I must say that it can turn to be vice-versa for me, as the food is rather delicious than just simple – maybe that’s why I feel I’ve caught extra weight sometimes.
I started to cook more often, mostly oven bakes, while Ricky remained in charge of making the fire for the braai and wait for the meat to be ready. First let me introduce you in the world of the braai. South Africans are an outdoor nation who love their braais – to remind yourself, that’s how you say barbeque in Afrikaans. Most of all they like to have their sausages, boerewors, right on the grill, together with chicken, beef or pork – spicy versions are common, as chilli and curry can be found as quick as you say it – Indian influences, of course.
Then there’s the side salads (greek, beetroot, corn etc) – I usually make them, whether for us or to bring it at a friend’s braai, and the baked potatoes – the sweet potatoes, called patats, are killer and I must say I prefer them to the old fashioned potatoes everybody cooks. And since the British had a huge impact on South Africa’s development (and cuisine), a garlic bread is always welcomed. As it is bacon and scrambled eggs in the weekend mornings, when I got the chance to cook with my husband. I absolutely love these moments. So far for the braai.
I must confess that I even don’t eat that much fries any more and I choose salads or fish when we go out for dinner. The only decadence I won’t ever give up is big steaks, T-bone steaks to be exact. However, I still cook pasta and rice like I used to do in Romania and vegetables have become VIPs, with stir-fry or veggie bakes among my favourites.
But I truly indulge myself in sushi, shrimps, mussels and snails, as they come quite affordable in restaurants – I’m thinking now of Ocean Basket, where they serve only delicious seafood and where sushi rolls or the traditional British fish and chips can be tasted for as little as 3 euro. The yummy shrimps and buttery rice are oh-so heavenly, but I guess I shouldn’t make you craving for food now. Did I mention the flavour of the hot grilled oceanic fish called snoek? I guess not.My only point was to stress out that South Africans really enjoy their traditional foods, the same way we do about polenta (mamaliga in Romanian) and fresh cottage cheese with cream.
I had to rethink my diet here, in South Africa. I mean, rethink with big R, as I stepped in the country of outdoor braais, boerewors and red meat. Not to mention the traditional dry meat, biltong and drywors (dry sausages). That is, camping loving people who don’t stress that much about food (sorry mom, can’t cook big meals three times a day). Their relationship with food is simple – eat to live, not live to eat – but I must say that it can turn to be vice-versa for me, as the food is rather delicious than just simple – maybe that’s why I feel I’ve caught extra weight sometimes.
I started to cook more often, mostly oven bakes, while Ricky remained in charge of making the fire for the braai and wait for the meat to be ready. First let me introduce you in the world of the braai. South Africans are an outdoor nation who love their braais – to remind yourself, that’s how you say barbeque in Afrikaans. Most of all they like to have their sausages, boerewors, right on the grill, together with chicken, beef or pork – spicy versions are common, as chilli and curry can be found as quick as you say it – Indian influences, of course.
Then there’s the side salads (greek, beetroot, corn etc) – I usually make them, whether for us or to bring it at a friend’s braai, and the baked potatoes – the sweet potatoes, called patats, are killer and I must say I prefer them to the old fashioned potatoes everybody cooks. And since the British had a huge impact on South Africa’s development (and cuisine), a garlic bread is always welcomed. As it is bacon and scrambled eggs in the weekend mornings, when I got the chance to cook with my husband. I absolutely love these moments. So far for the braai.
I must confess that I even don’t eat that much fries any more and I choose salads or fish when we go out for dinner. The only decadence I won’t ever give up is big steaks, T-bone steaks to be exact. However, I still cook pasta and rice like I used to do in Romania and vegetables have become VIPs, with stir-fry or veggie bakes among my favourites.
But I truly indulge myself in sushi, shrimps, mussels and snails, as they come quite affordable in restaurants – I’m thinking now of Ocean Basket, where they serve only delicious seafood and where sushi rolls or the traditional British fish and chips can be tasted for as little as 3 euro. The yummy shrimps and buttery rice are oh-so heavenly, but I guess I shouldn’t make you craving for food now. Did I mention the flavour of the hot grilled oceanic fish called snoek? I guess not.My only point was to stress out that South Africans really enjoy their traditional foods, the same way we do about polenta (mamaliga in Romanian) and fresh cottage cheese with cream.
Soul searching
I’ve been thinking quite a lot about my new life lately. Ricky had to go back to work after our short holiday together – but for me holiday was still a way of living. At least, until I get my temporary residence permit, that’s what I thought.
I was somehow resembling with the character of the best-seller Eat, Pray, Love (which I’m reading now, by the way), Liz, in pursuit of her happiness, the only difference being that she ran from her past, a messy divorce and a broken relationship, in three different places: Italy, India and Indonesia, each for three months.
I don’t want to go further with any details and absolve you from the pure pleasure of reading– better read the book, it’s quite good stuff- but her inspirational journey seeking pleasure, devotion and balance in life can be as well mine. I’m not trying to push away my past by embracing life in South Africa, nor to forget what it feels like to walk in the busy center of Bucharest and the few stressful days at work. Strictly said, I’m not her with the purpose of rediscovering myself, but to create a new life together with my husband. So I guess the pleasure ride is solved by now.
However, each day I’m spending here in South Africa gets me closer to redefining myself in ways I didn’t know they existed before. It is not a three months experiment as Liz may find herself in, it is in fact a life. My life. Two months have already passed since I’m here. If I had to describe them, I would say a mix of love, pleasure, freedom, discovery, anxiety, sadness, restless. I can’t say anything of devotion, except that I’ve been really blessed with a loving husband, a marriage I really dreamed of and a cozy place to live. If God hears me now, thank you for caring about me, right now, somewhere in South Africa.
And perhaps God wanted to give me the most precious gift of all, after life – freedom. Because, since I’m there, my life has turned into a laid-back, continuously – Where are we going tonight? question or What books shall I read today? I got plenty of time now for the sweet pleasures in life – books, movies and playing games –scrabble- are almost everyday entertainment. I can feel growing this side of playfulness inside me, seeing time as my funny best pal sometimes, mostly when I and Ricky escape from the confort of our homes to join friends at a braai or having drinks at Eastwoods or Livingstone’s.
I know the next day I’ll wake up lazy as always –sometimes I do wake up even at 7am to read a book- and think about what should I cook for breakfast, what should I wear on and where should I go today, as my car, a bright white BMW 320d, model 2002 (Ricky spoils me a lot, I know) quietly waits for me in the garage. We decided on getting a second car, besides his 2 seated Opel Corsa bakkie, to afford going out while he’s working and later on, in April, taking all my family out in town in a 5 seated car, where there’s enough room for everybody.
Let’s just say that it’s more than a luxury now – it’s a necessity purely given the fact that in South Africa there’s no public transport like most of Europe – no underground whatsoever. Mostly, the taxis are scarce and the big ones resemble the maxi-taxi of Romania – more like a small bus with maximum 20 seats. The only difference is that blacks take it – I think there’s a chance of one to billion to see a white guy jumping on that taxis. I couldn’t care less now, as they are extremely dangerous (most accidents in South Africa involve such taxis) and a no-no for those who can afford a decent car.
What about trains then? I have seen rail tracks, but few trains whatsoever. The only trains I can think of now are the fancy ones perfectly for tourists to discover the country from Johannesburg to Cape Town or far east to Durban, on the shore of Indian Ocean. But again, I reckon that the prices are not for the faint hearted, as I’m talking about luxury trains – tourism is one of the best known industries here, anyway.
Besides of solving my transport problem in mid-January, I’ve been lucky enough to solve my “loneliness during the day” problem, while Ricky was at work. Christelle and Lizzelle gave me the perfect excuse – a white bundle of fur which I named Snowflake – quite a cute name for a one month white cat, isn’t it? Snowflake is now three months old and her playfulness reminds me of my black cat I’ve sadly left in Bucharest, Pisi.
I haven’t seen Pisi growing up under my eyes, as I was busy with work back then from 9 to 5. Now I experience this beautiful thing with Snowflake – she gets to sit on my lap for hours, I hear her purring in the morning while she tries to put her claws in my hair – she likes that- and I know I’m not going everywhere to leave her home for a long time – perhaps a half an hour at the shops or maybe two if I feel like going to a mall. But shopping isn’t really my big thing now.
I can’t believe how much I changed when it comes to shopping, that is every girl shopping on clothes, bags, shoes and accessories. I used to be a big spender in Bucharest - shopping was like the usual way to spend weekends and even weekdays. Now, with all the summer clothes brought with me and some pairs of shoes, I don’t feel the need of adding extra weight to my wardrobe. I got some pairs of sandals, a dark jeans and two flirty tops and that says it all. Maybe it’s time for a new session soon.
The real “problem” here is that I learned to spare myself of financial problems now. Budgeting was like Chinese to me, now I’m making efforts to save for buying furniture and electrical equipment for home and make sure we have enough food on the table. Ricky is the only one working now so I feel terribly guilty at times. That’s my main concern – getting a job, launching a business, find ways to multiply my brought in money from Romania.
I know it won’t be easy, but I never thought it will be that hard or that I’ll miss so much my years as a business journalist, my colleagues at Wall-Street, the online newspaper I used to work at for almost two years of my Bucharest life. I must admit, I really miss those times, I want to wake up in Bucharest sometimes, I want to go to office and gossip with my favourite girls, write articles, go for press conferences at the Hilton and snap on my way the delicious French croissants made in heaven (that is French Bakery).
“Wake up now, you’re in sunny South Africa. You have so much to give and explore”, I convince myself. My boundaries are widening, I’m no longer that girl who comes home from work, jumps in front of TV and surfs the net every night until 1am. I actually have the laid-back life I craved for, with enough time to read, go out with my lover (I couldn’t go out so often in Bucharest, partly because everyone was busy with their mate, while my boyfriend was 10.000km away, smiling from a frozen webcam) and experimenting with food – that is, if you remember Liz I told you about, her real pleasure in Italy, food.
I was somehow resembling with the character of the best-seller Eat, Pray, Love (which I’m reading now, by the way), Liz, in pursuit of her happiness, the only difference being that she ran from her past, a messy divorce and a broken relationship, in three different places: Italy, India and Indonesia, each for three months.
I don’t want to go further with any details and absolve you from the pure pleasure of reading– better read the book, it’s quite good stuff- but her inspirational journey seeking pleasure, devotion and balance in life can be as well mine. I’m not trying to push away my past by embracing life in South Africa, nor to forget what it feels like to walk in the busy center of Bucharest and the few stressful days at work. Strictly said, I’m not her with the purpose of rediscovering myself, but to create a new life together with my husband. So I guess the pleasure ride is solved by now.
However, each day I’m spending here in South Africa gets me closer to redefining myself in ways I didn’t know they existed before. It is not a three months experiment as Liz may find herself in, it is in fact a life. My life. Two months have already passed since I’m here. If I had to describe them, I would say a mix of love, pleasure, freedom, discovery, anxiety, sadness, restless. I can’t say anything of devotion, except that I’ve been really blessed with a loving husband, a marriage I really dreamed of and a cozy place to live. If God hears me now, thank you for caring about me, right now, somewhere in South Africa.
And perhaps God wanted to give me the most precious gift of all, after life – freedom. Because, since I’m there, my life has turned into a laid-back, continuously – Where are we going tonight? question or What books shall I read today? I got plenty of time now for the sweet pleasures in life – books, movies and playing games –scrabble- are almost everyday entertainment. I can feel growing this side of playfulness inside me, seeing time as my funny best pal sometimes, mostly when I and Ricky escape from the confort of our homes to join friends at a braai or having drinks at Eastwoods or Livingstone’s.
I know the next day I’ll wake up lazy as always –sometimes I do wake up even at 7am to read a book- and think about what should I cook for breakfast, what should I wear on and where should I go today, as my car, a bright white BMW 320d, model 2002 (Ricky spoils me a lot, I know) quietly waits for me in the garage. We decided on getting a second car, besides his 2 seated Opel Corsa bakkie, to afford going out while he’s working and later on, in April, taking all my family out in town in a 5 seated car, where there’s enough room for everybody.
Let’s just say that it’s more than a luxury now – it’s a necessity purely given the fact that in South Africa there’s no public transport like most of Europe – no underground whatsoever. Mostly, the taxis are scarce and the big ones resemble the maxi-taxi of Romania – more like a small bus with maximum 20 seats. The only difference is that blacks take it – I think there’s a chance of one to billion to see a white guy jumping on that taxis. I couldn’t care less now, as they are extremely dangerous (most accidents in South Africa involve such taxis) and a no-no for those who can afford a decent car.
What about trains then? I have seen rail tracks, but few trains whatsoever. The only trains I can think of now are the fancy ones perfectly for tourists to discover the country from Johannesburg to Cape Town or far east to Durban, on the shore of Indian Ocean. But again, I reckon that the prices are not for the faint hearted, as I’m talking about luxury trains – tourism is one of the best known industries here, anyway.
Besides of solving my transport problem in mid-January, I’ve been lucky enough to solve my “loneliness during the day” problem, while Ricky was at work. Christelle and Lizzelle gave me the perfect excuse – a white bundle of fur which I named Snowflake – quite a cute name for a one month white cat, isn’t it? Snowflake is now three months old and her playfulness reminds me of my black cat I’ve sadly left in Bucharest, Pisi.
I haven’t seen Pisi growing up under my eyes, as I was busy with work back then from 9 to 5. Now I experience this beautiful thing with Snowflake – she gets to sit on my lap for hours, I hear her purring in the morning while she tries to put her claws in my hair – she likes that- and I know I’m not going everywhere to leave her home for a long time – perhaps a half an hour at the shops or maybe two if I feel like going to a mall. But shopping isn’t really my big thing now.
I can’t believe how much I changed when it comes to shopping, that is every girl shopping on clothes, bags, shoes and accessories. I used to be a big spender in Bucharest - shopping was like the usual way to spend weekends and even weekdays. Now, with all the summer clothes brought with me and some pairs of shoes, I don’t feel the need of adding extra weight to my wardrobe. I got some pairs of sandals, a dark jeans and two flirty tops and that says it all. Maybe it’s time for a new session soon.
The real “problem” here is that I learned to spare myself of financial problems now. Budgeting was like Chinese to me, now I’m making efforts to save for buying furniture and electrical equipment for home and make sure we have enough food on the table. Ricky is the only one working now so I feel terribly guilty at times. That’s my main concern – getting a job, launching a business, find ways to multiply my brought in money from Romania.
I know it won’t be easy, but I never thought it will be that hard or that I’ll miss so much my years as a business journalist, my colleagues at Wall-Street, the online newspaper I used to work at for almost two years of my Bucharest life. I must admit, I really miss those times, I want to wake up in Bucharest sometimes, I want to go to office and gossip with my favourite girls, write articles, go for press conferences at the Hilton and snap on my way the delicious French croissants made in heaven (that is French Bakery).
“Wake up now, you’re in sunny South Africa. You have so much to give and explore”, I convince myself. My boundaries are widening, I’m no longer that girl who comes home from work, jumps in front of TV and surfs the net every night until 1am. I actually have the laid-back life I craved for, with enough time to read, go out with my lover (I couldn’t go out so often in Bucharest, partly because everyone was busy with their mate, while my boyfriend was 10.000km away, smiling from a frozen webcam) and experimenting with food – that is, if you remember Liz I told you about, her real pleasure in Italy, food.
Monday, 09 February 2009
The big jump
You can call me a "lazy bitch". I know I haven't written for a long time - January passed so fast as the holiday feeling. For the first time in my life, it was the most amazing New Year start. Forget about the partying in clubs or watching fireworks in the city center. Forget about watching TV while counting down the last seconds of the past year and think about the new year resolutions - this time I will work harder, will visit my grandparents more often etc etc - and embrace the new times doing something completely out-of-the-box.
My husband booked for us three days of fun and relaxing at Sabie River Camp, close to Sabie town, a very picturesque city in the hearth of Mpumalanga province. That's right, camping on New Year Eve. No luxury hotels, no big parties, no fancy dinners at restaurants on midnight. Just a couple of friends - Johan with his wife, Anel, Willem and his girl, Altie. And camping gear as much as you can imagine - tents, gazebo, inflatable mattresses (damn those mattresses),blankets, picnic baskets, gas stove, flashlights etc.
Camping at Sabie is so different from camping in the Kruger waiting for wildlife to show up while you're drive into the African bush. There was the river Sabie and its stunning waterfall, a patch of endless green grass bordering the river on which both tourists and South African families raised their tents and sat on the camping chairs talking and waiting for the braai fire to be done.
We camped between a large tree casting its shadow on us and a small lake overlooking some distant houses. It was the New Year's Eve and after setting up our camp we decided on a big feast - a braai with boerewors (traditional sausages good enough to grill), potatoes, pork chops and chicken. We ate quite soon - at 6pm if I remember well - and we had lots of drinks in awaiting 2009.
Close to 12, we left our camp site to go near the pool complex, we danced, laughed and we had chapagne at midnight. Fireworks are not allowed in South Africa, particulary because its noise scare the animals, as dogs and cats can get really frightened and run in front of the cars (some incidents have been reported). Despite this, people from Sabie shot some nice fireworks, so I didn't miss that much the party feeling in my city I used to experience.
New Year was there and I was in South Africa, in a remote touristy town, in a camping space, drinking champagne. Now that's cool, I said. But there was more to come the following days. I wrote a piece of article, in case you might wonder what adventure expected us.
Canyoning in South Africa - an adventure for the bold
"Kloofing is lekker!
When I first heard of canyoning (kloofing), my friends tried to convince me how exciting would be to go for a hike in the wild areas down a river stream. Every each of us haven’t tried it before, but it sounded fun and I told myself to give a go to the walking among rocks – the most dangerous thing I expected then would have been crossing a not-so-friendly river and moaning about it.
What is canyoning/kloofing? Well, first of all, it asks for more than a quiet walk among rocks. It implies climbing the surfaces of hills, walking through forests, cross rivers, sometimes swimming in deep waters, crawling down your ass and jumping from waterfalls! And all this while following a river course!
Is it that dangerous? Second of all, it is an organized thing, so you won’t ever expect to go ahead alone in the wild! Tour guides are assigned – they are used with the environment and know the area and the best safe routes to go so the adventure doesn’t turn into a disaster! We were six people and we were given two guides, one showing the front route, helping us in worst cases and the other one making sure that nobody gets lost at the back! Plus, each one of us was offered a wetsuit and a helmet for protection and resistance in the cold water.
Is it for me? If you are quite well fit, you love new adventure and are prepared mentally to carry on for almost three hours, not knowing at all times what unveils in front of you, be that a huge bank of rocks or a waterfall, then you might consider embarking in this unique experience!
Let me remind you that this is a group thing, so you will be helped at times when it seems you can’t go on and get encouraged to go forward. I had to take a jump from three meters high in deep water and, although I never ever tried high jumps in the water, I did it! It took a lot of “come on” and “jump” and “you can do it” and now I’m proud of actually have it done! Saying “no” or “I can’t do it” is not an option when canyoning – you will just be left behind or consider to go back, which is not the case anyway.
Any advice I should take? Well, yeah, there are some important things you must take into account. First, let the guide show you the way and don’t go ahead unprepared! Carefully test the ground before stepping in – some of the rocks down the rivers can be extremely slippery! Then, keep as simple as possible, with easy steps, don’t go for brave jumps or you might break your neck.
• Wear boots, sport trainers or at least very resistant sandals and expect them to get wet and muddy so don’t go for fashionable ones!
• Wear a bathing suit under your clothes
• Girls, consider a ponytail and better stay away from make-up products (if you really can’t, then wear waterproof)
• Don’t carry any purses, bags, mobile phones, jewelry, watches or cameras along the way, as they will slow your moves
• You can opt for a waterproof camera and watch (the camera around your neck). Sadly, one of us had one, so we took breathless pictures with our minds – even now I can visualize the beautiful waterfalls and the incredible wild scenery, so don’t be sad if you don’t get a waterproof camera
• Don’t take food or beverages – the guides are the perfect backpackers and they will provide you with water to drink at all stops. No food, so better eat a light meal before (such as a nice breakfast) or you’ll end up like myself and my friends, who went straight to a restaurant after!
• Bring a change of new clothes with you and leave it in the car. Your suit and your clothes underneath will get seriously wet. It is best to use an old t-shirt underneath.
How do I start? You choose a sport agency or a company that offers canyoning/kloofing activities among their services and decide on the route you want. We chose Sabie Backpackers with their Sabie Sports and Extreme Adventures offerings. Pay, put on your wetsuit, sign the papers (they don’t take responsibility in case something bad happens, it’s your choice to go for the adventure).
Basically, depending on the chosen area (we wanted MacMac Falls canyoning), they will drive you to the beginning spot. We drove some good kilometers from the town of Sabie to nearly MacMac Falls. Then, you get out of the car and the adventure begins!
What do I gain after? I don’t think you would even ask this question. The results would be visible – your body gets physically intense during the long hours adventure, equivalent for your whole gym classes a year! So you can imagine how my whole body still felt days later. Apart from that, it is truly an unique experience you can share with your friends or family and, trust me, you will hardly wait for the next one! My friends and I still want to do it at least once every year during our holidays!"
The first of January I almost forgot about the uncommon camping idea on New Year's Eve. I had even brought a nice outfit for that night - seeing the guys in t-shirts, girls in short pants, summery tops and flip-flops I felt like the black sheep in the herd. At least I looked bit glamorous for camping and both the ladies and lad loved it. The girls even changed a bit their appearance short before the midnight.
So here we are on the first day of my first whole year in Africa to be. We partied until 3am playing some pool after drinks, so I expected we're going to sleep the midday. Instead, I woke up at 7am being too hot inside the tent - I couldn't ask for a better sauna. The sun was shining directly on our tent. Ricky and I decided to go take a long romantic bath by the time the others wake up.
After a feisty breakfast with everyone - scrambled eggs, bacon, grilled tomatoes - we spotted a new place to camp under some trees. The people camping there had left in the early morning, so we took the chance and moved everything - the tents, gazebo, chairs, our suitcases and mattresses.
It was a very hot day and I burnt my back skin a little while carrying the camping gear uphill. We were so busy, that I completely forgot about using sun lotion. It was too late and only the after sun spray would have comforted my skin.
The new camping site was perfect, but not less noisy than the previous one. The sheep were following us anywhere, plus there were some chicken roaming next to our tents. I thought it's funny and just took some photos, feeding the chicks bread.
We spent the midday at the cold pool, enjoying every moment cooling under the hot sun, carrying now my sun lotion everywhere. In the afternoon I joined Anel and Altie at cooking the Poijkie Kos - a traditional African stew prepared in a large round pot. We cooked for the boys while they were wandering around Sabie waterfalls, close by after exiting the camping site.
The best part of the entire trip was undoubtedly the hot pool - bathing at 8pm under the starry sky with your love is more than words can say. I couldn't have asked for a better way to start the year.
Camping was fun. Some moments you have while camping may be fun to remember, but they are not surely funny when they happen. That is, the next morning when I woke up with my back against the solid ground. The mattress was completely deflated and I had to put Ricky to blow it up. Next night was the same, but this time we could hear the air coming out from a very tiny hole - it must have been a hole, although I couldn't see it. Ricky said it might have happened while we moved the mattress to the new camping site. Waking up at 2am and inflating the damn thing was not amusing at all for my husband. Neither for myself, who lost precious sleeping moments. Every day we aimed of waking up early to enjoy most of the time together, but after though nights all I could think of was how tired I must have been looking and craving for a king size bed.
Last day, the second, was the day everyone expected. We were supposed to go canyoning and even the cloudy cool atmosphere couldn't stop us. I thought it's going to rain - but luckily we didn't catch it while walking kilometers for almost three hours to MacMac Falls, in the wildest forest and scenery I have ever seen - beautiful, unspoilt, absolutely breathtaking waterfalls! The place where no man puts his foot on, unless he's crazy enough to accept the challenge. To this day, it is the most adventurous thing I ever did in my life. Even I was surprised of how well I've done.
The highlight was, of course, the big jump - if jumping from 3 meters high is considered high - but it was sure a no-no for me, as I fear of having my head entirely under water after jumping in deep water. I couldn't have made it without everyone's cheers and Ricky's help. Jumping with him looking to the spot where we would fall and say continuously in my head "I can do it" was completely heart beating...One of the guides joked about having a second jump at one of the next waterfalls - think it was 10 meters high or so. For a moment I though it's true, dear God, how am I supposed to jump 10 meters when I squeak like a baby at 3?? Thank the same God for all being just a joke, but it really moved my heart, you know..
My husband booked for us three days of fun and relaxing at Sabie River Camp, close to Sabie town, a very picturesque city in the hearth of Mpumalanga province. That's right, camping on New Year Eve. No luxury hotels, no big parties, no fancy dinners at restaurants on midnight. Just a couple of friends - Johan with his wife, Anel, Willem and his girl, Altie. And camping gear as much as you can imagine - tents, gazebo, inflatable mattresses (damn those mattresses),blankets, picnic baskets, gas stove, flashlights etc.
Camping at Sabie is so different from camping in the Kruger waiting for wildlife to show up while you're drive into the African bush. There was the river Sabie and its stunning waterfall, a patch of endless green grass bordering the river on which both tourists and South African families raised their tents and sat on the camping chairs talking and waiting for the braai fire to be done.
We camped between a large tree casting its shadow on us and a small lake overlooking some distant houses. It was the New Year's Eve and after setting up our camp we decided on a big feast - a braai with boerewors (traditional sausages good enough to grill), potatoes, pork chops and chicken. We ate quite soon - at 6pm if I remember well - and we had lots of drinks in awaiting 2009.
Close to 12, we left our camp site to go near the pool complex, we danced, laughed and we had chapagne at midnight. Fireworks are not allowed in South Africa, particulary because its noise scare the animals, as dogs and cats can get really frightened and run in front of the cars (some incidents have been reported). Despite this, people from Sabie shot some nice fireworks, so I didn't miss that much the party feeling in my city I used to experience.
New Year was there and I was in South Africa, in a remote touristy town, in a camping space, drinking champagne. Now that's cool, I said. But there was more to come the following days. I wrote a piece of article, in case you might wonder what adventure expected us.
Canyoning in South Africa - an adventure for the bold
"Kloofing is lekker!
When I first heard of canyoning (kloofing), my friends tried to convince me how exciting would be to go for a hike in the wild areas down a river stream. Every each of us haven’t tried it before, but it sounded fun and I told myself to give a go to the walking among rocks – the most dangerous thing I expected then would have been crossing a not-so-friendly river and moaning about it.
What is canyoning/kloofing? Well, first of all, it asks for more than a quiet walk among rocks. It implies climbing the surfaces of hills, walking through forests, cross rivers, sometimes swimming in deep waters, crawling down your ass and jumping from waterfalls! And all this while following a river course!
Is it that dangerous? Second of all, it is an organized thing, so you won’t ever expect to go ahead alone in the wild! Tour guides are assigned – they are used with the environment and know the area and the best safe routes to go so the adventure doesn’t turn into a disaster! We were six people and we were given two guides, one showing the front route, helping us in worst cases and the other one making sure that nobody gets lost at the back! Plus, each one of us was offered a wetsuit and a helmet for protection and resistance in the cold water.
Is it for me? If you are quite well fit, you love new adventure and are prepared mentally to carry on for almost three hours, not knowing at all times what unveils in front of you, be that a huge bank of rocks or a waterfall, then you might consider embarking in this unique experience!
Let me remind you that this is a group thing, so you will be helped at times when it seems you can’t go on and get encouraged to go forward. I had to take a jump from three meters high in deep water and, although I never ever tried high jumps in the water, I did it! It took a lot of “come on” and “jump” and “you can do it” and now I’m proud of actually have it done! Saying “no” or “I can’t do it” is not an option when canyoning – you will just be left behind or consider to go back, which is not the case anyway.
Any advice I should take? Well, yeah, there are some important things you must take into account. First, let the guide show you the way and don’t go ahead unprepared! Carefully test the ground before stepping in – some of the rocks down the rivers can be extremely slippery! Then, keep as simple as possible, with easy steps, don’t go for brave jumps or you might break your neck.
• Wear boots, sport trainers or at least very resistant sandals and expect them to get wet and muddy so don’t go for fashionable ones!
• Wear a bathing suit under your clothes
• Girls, consider a ponytail and better stay away from make-up products (if you really can’t, then wear waterproof)
• Don’t carry any purses, bags, mobile phones, jewelry, watches or cameras along the way, as they will slow your moves
• You can opt for a waterproof camera and watch (the camera around your neck). Sadly, one of us had one, so we took breathless pictures with our minds – even now I can visualize the beautiful waterfalls and the incredible wild scenery, so don’t be sad if you don’t get a waterproof camera
• Don’t take food or beverages – the guides are the perfect backpackers and they will provide you with water to drink at all stops. No food, so better eat a light meal before (such as a nice breakfast) or you’ll end up like myself and my friends, who went straight to a restaurant after!
• Bring a change of new clothes with you and leave it in the car. Your suit and your clothes underneath will get seriously wet. It is best to use an old t-shirt underneath.
How do I start? You choose a sport agency or a company that offers canyoning/kloofing activities among their services and decide on the route you want. We chose Sabie Backpackers with their Sabie Sports and Extreme Adventures offerings. Pay, put on your wetsuit, sign the papers (they don’t take responsibility in case something bad happens, it’s your choice to go for the adventure).
Basically, depending on the chosen area (we wanted MacMac Falls canyoning), they will drive you to the beginning spot. We drove some good kilometers from the town of Sabie to nearly MacMac Falls. Then, you get out of the car and the adventure begins!
What do I gain after? I don’t think you would even ask this question. The results would be visible – your body gets physically intense during the long hours adventure, equivalent for your whole gym classes a year! So you can imagine how my whole body still felt days later. Apart from that, it is truly an unique experience you can share with your friends or family and, trust me, you will hardly wait for the next one! My friends and I still want to do it at least once every year during our holidays!"
The first of January I almost forgot about the uncommon camping idea on New Year's Eve. I had even brought a nice outfit for that night - seeing the guys in t-shirts, girls in short pants, summery tops and flip-flops I felt like the black sheep in the herd. At least I looked bit glamorous for camping and both the ladies and lad loved it. The girls even changed a bit their appearance short before the midnight.
So here we are on the first day of my first whole year in Africa to be. We partied until 3am playing some pool after drinks, so I expected we're going to sleep the midday. Instead, I woke up at 7am being too hot inside the tent - I couldn't ask for a better sauna. The sun was shining directly on our tent. Ricky and I decided to go take a long romantic bath by the time the others wake up.
After a feisty breakfast with everyone - scrambled eggs, bacon, grilled tomatoes - we spotted a new place to camp under some trees. The people camping there had left in the early morning, so we took the chance and moved everything - the tents, gazebo, chairs, our suitcases and mattresses.
It was a very hot day and I burnt my back skin a little while carrying the camping gear uphill. We were so busy, that I completely forgot about using sun lotion. It was too late and only the after sun spray would have comforted my skin.
The new camping site was perfect, but not less noisy than the previous one. The sheep were following us anywhere, plus there were some chicken roaming next to our tents. I thought it's funny and just took some photos, feeding the chicks bread.
We spent the midday at the cold pool, enjoying every moment cooling under the hot sun, carrying now my sun lotion everywhere. In the afternoon I joined Anel and Altie at cooking the Poijkie Kos - a traditional African stew prepared in a large round pot. We cooked for the boys while they were wandering around Sabie waterfalls, close by after exiting the camping site.
The best part of the entire trip was undoubtedly the hot pool - bathing at 8pm under the starry sky with your love is more than words can say. I couldn't have asked for a better way to start the year.
Camping was fun. Some moments you have while camping may be fun to remember, but they are not surely funny when they happen. That is, the next morning when I woke up with my back against the solid ground. The mattress was completely deflated and I had to put Ricky to blow it up. Next night was the same, but this time we could hear the air coming out from a very tiny hole - it must have been a hole, although I couldn't see it. Ricky said it might have happened while we moved the mattress to the new camping site. Waking up at 2am and inflating the damn thing was not amusing at all for my husband. Neither for myself, who lost precious sleeping moments. Every day we aimed of waking up early to enjoy most of the time together, but after though nights all I could think of was how tired I must have been looking and craving for a king size bed.
Last day, the second, was the day everyone expected. We were supposed to go canyoning and even the cloudy cool atmosphere couldn't stop us. I thought it's going to rain - but luckily we didn't catch it while walking kilometers for almost three hours to MacMac Falls, in the wildest forest and scenery I have ever seen - beautiful, unspoilt, absolutely breathtaking waterfalls! The place where no man puts his foot on, unless he's crazy enough to accept the challenge. To this day, it is the most adventurous thing I ever did in my life. Even I was surprised of how well I've done.
The highlight was, of course, the big jump - if jumping from 3 meters high is considered high - but it was sure a no-no for me, as I fear of having my head entirely under water after jumping in deep water. I couldn't have made it without everyone's cheers and Ricky's help. Jumping with him looking to the spot where we would fall and say continuously in my head "I can do it" was completely heart beating...One of the guides joked about having a second jump at one of the next waterfalls - think it was 10 meters high or so. For a moment I though it's true, dear God, how am I supposed to jump 10 meters when I squeak like a baby at 3?? Thank the same God for all being just a joke, but it really moved my heart, you know..
Thursday, 08 January 2009
Pushing my limits
Wedding night was so unusual with his parents sleeping in the living on mattresses and his sister, Wynette and future husband, James, in the bedroom next door. Although Wynette and her son Matthew threw some rose petals in our room to make it romantic, we had to cancel the wild affair we wanted and cuddle quietly in each other's arms.
We skipped the honeymoon part now, partly because the holidays were coming and the in-laws returned with us at their home in Ngdowana, a small community located at some 200km from Pretoria and 50km from Nelspruit, the nearest town. Staying with the in-laws was a bit awkward and challenging in the same time - I was invited last time I went to South Africa to spend some days with them, but this time we spent holidays together - that is almost two weeks.
I didn't feel so comfortable until maybe the very last days, when I got to cook a chocolate cake for them using one of my Romanian recipes, but the dough didn't grow at all. It was useless, then his mom helped me, while I kept my idea of the icing - in fact, that was the best part and the tastiest too. Thank God they liked it. I strictly held myself to washing the dishes or serving breakfast - anything else would turn up complicated - I must admit I didn't want to mess up things in others home. I like to keep it simple: my house, my rules. But I was at the in-laws.
I didn't like to stay inside that much. Unfortunately, after some hot days swimming in the dam near the village and riding the boat, the heavy storms kept us inside, watching TV and talking. I wish I could have spoken more, but I didn't know what to say. Most of the days we spent going to Nelspruit to raid the Riverside Mall and play some cash at Emnotweni Casino. I have never been into a casino before, but I was starting to like the whole picture once we doubled our money we played - 300R and came home with 600R.
I took most of my time reading magazines - from the local editions of Cosmopolitan to Elle and Entrepreneur. I knew that once I was back in Pretoria, I must think seriously about what to do with my life. Ricky always suggested to involve in a business I would love to do - he was himself hating the idea of working for a boss, paying your bills and count the money left - always not enough - for savings.
I didn't get much time to think of it - the holidays were at the door and I promised myself to enjoy them with my husband. It was due to be the first tropical Christmas of my life. For 23 years I was living expecting snow on Christmas Eve - now I was only praying for sun and 30 degrees. Perhaps God didn't hear me, because the very 24th of December, on our way to Rick's sister, Wynette, who was now at her workplace in Ulusaba, Sir Richard Branson's private game reserve, the most horrific tropical storm unleashed under our eyes. We were traveling dirty wet roads in the in-laws Mitsubishi Colt 4x4, unable to see what was ahead of us.
Luckily, as we approached the unspoilt road to Ulusaba, I saw my first two big lion males. They were sunbathing so close to the road, unimpressed that we were starring at them with our cameras flashing. Apart for a pack of Impala, there was nothing more of big game to see that day. The rained stopped when we got to Wynette's place, but the rather colder atmosphere remained until the next day.
Christmas Eve in a fetched grass roof-house in the wilderness was something new to me. We had a braai (seriously, what else can South African do? maybe their stew, called Poijtkie Kos) and we exchanged gifts, while the rain started again pouring.
We skipped the honeymoon part now, partly because the holidays were coming and the in-laws returned with us at their home in Ngdowana, a small community located at some 200km from Pretoria and 50km from Nelspruit, the nearest town. Staying with the in-laws was a bit awkward and challenging in the same time - I was invited last time I went to South Africa to spend some days with them, but this time we spent holidays together - that is almost two weeks.
I didn't feel so comfortable until maybe the very last days, when I got to cook a chocolate cake for them using one of my Romanian recipes, but the dough didn't grow at all. It was useless, then his mom helped me, while I kept my idea of the icing - in fact, that was the best part and the tastiest too. Thank God they liked it. I strictly held myself to washing the dishes or serving breakfast - anything else would turn up complicated - I must admit I didn't want to mess up things in others home. I like to keep it simple: my house, my rules. But I was at the in-laws.
I didn't like to stay inside that much. Unfortunately, after some hot days swimming in the dam near the village and riding the boat, the heavy storms kept us inside, watching TV and talking. I wish I could have spoken more, but I didn't know what to say. Most of the days we spent going to Nelspruit to raid the Riverside Mall and play some cash at Emnotweni Casino. I have never been into a casino before, but I was starting to like the whole picture once we doubled our money we played - 300R and came home with 600R.
I took most of my time reading magazines - from the local editions of Cosmopolitan to Elle and Entrepreneur. I knew that once I was back in Pretoria, I must think seriously about what to do with my life. Ricky always suggested to involve in a business I would love to do - he was himself hating the idea of working for a boss, paying your bills and count the money left - always not enough - for savings.
I didn't get much time to think of it - the holidays were at the door and I promised myself to enjoy them with my husband. It was due to be the first tropical Christmas of my life. For 23 years I was living expecting snow on Christmas Eve - now I was only praying for sun and 30 degrees. Perhaps God didn't hear me, because the very 24th of December, on our way to Rick's sister, Wynette, who was now at her workplace in Ulusaba, Sir Richard Branson's private game reserve, the most horrific tropical storm unleashed under our eyes. We were traveling dirty wet roads in the in-laws Mitsubishi Colt 4x4, unable to see what was ahead of us.
Luckily, as we approached the unspoilt road to Ulusaba, I saw my first two big lion males. They were sunbathing so close to the road, unimpressed that we were starring at them with our cameras flashing. Apart for a pack of Impala, there was nothing more of big game to see that day. The rained stopped when we got to Wynette's place, but the rather colder atmosphere remained until the next day.
Christmas Eve in a fetched grass roof-house in the wilderness was something new to me. We had a braai (seriously, what else can South African do? maybe their stew, called Poijtkie Kos) and we exchanged gifts, while the rain started again pouring.
Wednesday, 07 January 2009
The new life
Basically, everyone was happy about the wedding to come. We were invited to a couple of braais the days before the event, when I finally met some of Rick's close friends, including Darren, the Englishman who now speaks Afrikaans better than myself anyway, Carlene, the blonde girl around the many men, Johann (met Anel, his wife, later), Willem (he brought later his girlfriend, Altie),Marius and Charlene, the couple I knew from my last travel to South Africa and the "coloured" funny Dirk and his wife Tina.
We had the bachelor's party on a Monday night - next day was a public holiday so we made sure everyone has a good time - I went with Charlene and Tina to grab some cocktails at Primi Piatti, an Italian restaurant at Irene Village Mall - we almost got lost on the way. Crashing the boy's party was the next thing - we knew they were leaving Cafe Livingstone's for the Dropzone Club in Hatfield, a center area of Pretoria. That was a blast, a fun night to remember.
Hey, in some days I'll be Ms. Oosthuizen, I encouraged myself. The happy event was on 19th December, on a Friday night, starting at 6pm, with 17 friends and his family attending. I had to overcome the sadness of not having my folks next to me in such an important day. Once I put my short electric blue dress on my pampered body I couldn't help not to fell overjoyed. I kept smiling all the time and greeting the invites, while Charlene and her sister, who owns the magnificent Olive Mystery Wedding Venue at 30km from Pretoria, were preparing the fancy dinner table.
We had white roses everywhere - on the table and also inside the small chapel where we united our destinies in front of Jaco, the marriage officer chosen by us. The ceremony was simple, yet funny and pleasant - I know we enjoyed the mix of English and Afrikaans. The officer even laughed at the fact that my Afrikaans is not that good. I keep on trying, I really do.
The rest is history, shaped in the wedding photos everybody wanted to take. For the first time in my life I felt so nondescriptly beautiful with paparazzi fussing all over us. Ricky looked smart in a petrol suit with matching tie, while I was his princess in electric blue - I wanted a powerful colour that will be reminded afterwards. Of course, I previously assured his friends and family that we will have a large ceremony in late autumn - when my parents come to see me in the white dress and dad will walk me through the aisle and make sure that Ricky has good intentions.
Probably the best question anyone can ask me on this is how did I manage to not falling to emotional. I know that things wouldn't change radically after our marriage - we are still the best lovers and friends we would ever want. We were in fact happy and inpatient to commit to each other and of course there were moments during the ceremony when I felt more emotional than I expected to be. Plus that I had been standing for almost half an hour on high heels during the ceremony praying for the moment when we step forward to signing the papers and make it real. My feet couldn't wait that much...
Make it real - can't believe even now that I actually did it. Some months ago I was in Romania, enjoying my graduation and now I'm enjoying life as a happy married young woman who still has a lot to discover about her husband and this different life in South Africa. Ok, I wondered lots of times if this is the right choice for me and it is, if that makes me going forward, making my own choices and prepare for the big lessons to be learned in life.
We had the bachelor's party on a Monday night - next day was a public holiday so we made sure everyone has a good time - I went with Charlene and Tina to grab some cocktails at Primi Piatti, an Italian restaurant at Irene Village Mall - we almost got lost on the way. Crashing the boy's party was the next thing - we knew they were leaving Cafe Livingstone's for the Dropzone Club in Hatfield, a center area of Pretoria. That was a blast, a fun night to remember.
Hey, in some days I'll be Ms. Oosthuizen, I encouraged myself. The happy event was on 19th December, on a Friday night, starting at 6pm, with 17 friends and his family attending. I had to overcome the sadness of not having my folks next to me in such an important day. Once I put my short electric blue dress on my pampered body I couldn't help not to fell overjoyed. I kept smiling all the time and greeting the invites, while Charlene and her sister, who owns the magnificent Olive Mystery Wedding Venue at 30km from Pretoria, were preparing the fancy dinner table.
We had white roses everywhere - on the table and also inside the small chapel where we united our destinies in front of Jaco, the marriage officer chosen by us. The ceremony was simple, yet funny and pleasant - I know we enjoyed the mix of English and Afrikaans. The officer even laughed at the fact that my Afrikaans is not that good. I keep on trying, I really do.
The rest is history, shaped in the wedding photos everybody wanted to take. For the first time in my life I felt so nondescriptly beautiful with paparazzi fussing all over us. Ricky looked smart in a petrol suit with matching tie, while I was his princess in electric blue - I wanted a powerful colour that will be reminded afterwards. Of course, I previously assured his friends and family that we will have a large ceremony in late autumn - when my parents come to see me in the white dress and dad will walk me through the aisle and make sure that Ricky has good intentions.
Probably the best question anyone can ask me on this is how did I manage to not falling to emotional. I know that things wouldn't change radically after our marriage - we are still the best lovers and friends we would ever want. We were in fact happy and inpatient to commit to each other and of course there were moments during the ceremony when I felt more emotional than I expected to be. Plus that I had been standing for almost half an hour on high heels during the ceremony praying for the moment when we step forward to signing the papers and make it real. My feet couldn't wait that much...
Make it real - can't believe even now that I actually did it. Some months ago I was in Romania, enjoying my graduation and now I'm enjoying life as a happy married young woman who still has a lot to discover about her husband and this different life in South Africa. Ok, I wondered lots of times if this is the right choice for me and it is, if that makes me going forward, making my own choices and prepare for the big lessons to be learned in life.
Sunday, 28 December 2008
First days
It's been two weeks since I arrived here in South Africa. I was expecting butterflies in my stomach - and yes I did, once I saw my fiance's pretty face. He was tremendously happy to see me. But then, well, everything seemed so different, from the views, the long roads and the suburbs - that I had to ask myself honestly - what the hell am I doing here? A glimpse on his looks and I know the answer.
I realized that my previous encounter with Africa, back in 2006, was a touristy attraction, and now, at the end of 2008, I followed one of my wildest dreams - to live in South Africa. His smile confirms me every time I think of my crazy decision. Despite of sunny days, cool safaris and friendly gatherings at braais (South African barbeques), there's more to say about South Africa.
The crazy truth is that I'm somehow the only one caught in this new sensations. I absolutely love the hot sunny days - let it be 40 degrees in December and I'm fine. But there's those rainy tropical days and cloudy skies when you just want to stay in bed. Last days were like that - a bit cold and depressing. It must be cold and ugly in Romania too, I say, and I'm trying not to think that much of my beloved country. I must go on somehow.
The first weekend after my arrival was really hot. Almost 40 degrees and I got to wander around with my husband-to-be. We are renting now a nice two-bedroom house with garden in Pretoria, in Elardus Park suburbs. This may seem a dream come true for a Romanian, but here in Africa residential parks with such houses are widespread and in fact quite affordable. But there's a catch - if you want to go shopping crossing the street won't get you to it. Driving is essential here - thank God I'm on holiday now and Ricky - that's my man - drives me out and about in his Opel Corsa Bakkie (south african pick-up). Everyone here likes his bakkie, as much as braais are a common thing and a nice way to socialize.
So, first days were about knowing our place and surrounds. It's quite a far driving to the shops, if you ask me, and going to Irene Village Mall, a nice place with outdoor cofee shops, bars and pizza places takes a while, but that's how it is. We stopped at Ocean Basket for sushi, calamari and shrimps - a heaven for fish lovers like myself, and indeed a not so pricy one. The shops are nice, there is plenty of goodies waiting to be tested and bought - but we have a new home to decorate, so the best place when you can find us nowadays is a furniture shop or a home decorations one.
To this point, I have unpacked all my summer clothes I could bring with me and stuffed it in the bedroom's wardrobe. We have one bed, a couch, an armchair and the already decorated kitchen and bathroom. Let's not forget about our small artificial Christmas tree either. Where do you get real Christmas tree now in South Africa??
There was a lot of shopping the following days - mostly for kitchen utilities, bathroom toiletries, a blow-up mattress for the other bedroom and the most wanted of all, a washing machine. Needless to say that we haven't subscribed to TV cable yet or a fast Internet connectivity, which made my new touch screen Samsung phone the most important asset to get an acceptable Internet for now.
Ricky got some free days to spend with me and we enjoyed each other - sometimes just remembering how much we have to work to start a new life was stressful. Cutting the unnecessary expenses, thinking of purchasing the right things and budgeting seems harder for me. Plus, the fact that I'm still a visitor to this country and I quit my last job for this adventure made me fell insecure when I had to stay home while Ricky was at job. Watching DVDs on the old TV, reading magazines and washing clothes wasn't just enough for me. Where was the creative and useful side of me?
I hated the fact that the journalist within me had to stay unconnected to this world. Couldn't go out of home - Ricky took his car and I didn't get the chance to drive around then. It was a rainy day that really put me off and yet I welcomed my fiance with nice hot food. Hopefully the things got better the next days, when I realized I had to prepare myself for the most important day yet to come - our intimate wedding when we sign the papers.
I realized that my previous encounter with Africa, back in 2006, was a touristy attraction, and now, at the end of 2008, I followed one of my wildest dreams - to live in South Africa. His smile confirms me every time I think of my crazy decision. Despite of sunny days, cool safaris and friendly gatherings at braais (South African barbeques), there's more to say about South Africa.
The crazy truth is that I'm somehow the only one caught in this new sensations. I absolutely love the hot sunny days - let it be 40 degrees in December and I'm fine. But there's those rainy tropical days and cloudy skies when you just want to stay in bed. Last days were like that - a bit cold and depressing. It must be cold and ugly in Romania too, I say, and I'm trying not to think that much of my beloved country. I must go on somehow.
The first weekend after my arrival was really hot. Almost 40 degrees and I got to wander around with my husband-to-be. We are renting now a nice two-bedroom house with garden in Pretoria, in Elardus Park suburbs. This may seem a dream come true for a Romanian, but here in Africa residential parks with such houses are widespread and in fact quite affordable. But there's a catch - if you want to go shopping crossing the street won't get you to it. Driving is essential here - thank God I'm on holiday now and Ricky - that's my man - drives me out and about in his Opel Corsa Bakkie (south african pick-up). Everyone here likes his bakkie, as much as braais are a common thing and a nice way to socialize.
So, first days were about knowing our place and surrounds. It's quite a far driving to the shops, if you ask me, and going to Irene Village Mall, a nice place with outdoor cofee shops, bars and pizza places takes a while, but that's how it is. We stopped at Ocean Basket for sushi, calamari and shrimps - a heaven for fish lovers like myself, and indeed a not so pricy one. The shops are nice, there is plenty of goodies waiting to be tested and bought - but we have a new home to decorate, so the best place when you can find us nowadays is a furniture shop or a home decorations one.
To this point, I have unpacked all my summer clothes I could bring with me and stuffed it in the bedroom's wardrobe. We have one bed, a couch, an armchair and the already decorated kitchen and bathroom. Let's not forget about our small artificial Christmas tree either. Where do you get real Christmas tree now in South Africa??
There was a lot of shopping the following days - mostly for kitchen utilities, bathroom toiletries, a blow-up mattress for the other bedroom and the most wanted of all, a washing machine. Needless to say that we haven't subscribed to TV cable yet or a fast Internet connectivity, which made my new touch screen Samsung phone the most important asset to get an acceptable Internet for now.
Ricky got some free days to spend with me and we enjoyed each other - sometimes just remembering how much we have to work to start a new life was stressful. Cutting the unnecessary expenses, thinking of purchasing the right things and budgeting seems harder for me. Plus, the fact that I'm still a visitor to this country and I quit my last job for this adventure made me fell insecure when I had to stay home while Ricky was at job. Watching DVDs on the old TV, reading magazines and washing clothes wasn't just enough for me. Where was the creative and useful side of me?
I hated the fact that the journalist within me had to stay unconnected to this world. Couldn't go out of home - Ricky took his car and I didn't get the chance to drive around then. It was a rainy day that really put me off and yet I welcomed my fiance with nice hot food. Hopefully the things got better the next days, when I realized I had to prepare myself for the most important day yet to come - our intimate wedding when we sign the papers.
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