We drive from Cape Town for about an hour and half to the reserve. We enter the gates and drive down this long dirt road for probably a good 15 minutes. Our white rental car is no longer white. Right when we walk in the wood chalet looking house, were given warm toilettes, ok yes this is the life. It get’s better, we’re then greeted with ‘sangria’, yup ok I’ll stay here for the rest of my life.
Fun Fact: I was born in Johannesburg, South Africa and spent the first six years of my life there. Do I remember anything… nope not at all. Well that’s a lie I remember hiding in dog house eating the dog’s food which… really had nothing to do with the culture or the lifestyle we had down there. OR maybe the contrary…
While on the trip I made notes in my phone on the events that made me definitely feel the cultural difference between Canada and South Africa. This one I had to share. It was something I had never experienced before.
May 9th 2017
We just went through a township, a township is not what I was expecting. It’s a township of squatters. I recently learnt that squatters are people who are living in poverty and have taken unoccupied or abandoned land to create a shelter for them and their families. Together these squatters form a community called townships. Through our travels around Cape Town we have seen quite a few townships from the highway, but this time we got up close and personal.