Saturday, July 30, 2005
Friday, July 29, 2005
Updated Flight Information!
Due to the cancellation of Friday's flight from Johannesburg to the United States, GYFHC delegates are spending the night in Cape Town. Parents are being notified of the change in plans and are encouraged to contact PTPI World Headquarters with questions.
PTPI officials have received assurance from South African Airways (www.flysaa.com) that flights will resume as scheduled on Saturday. The flight details remain the same - only 24 hours later.
Parents are asked to rebook domestic flights for Sunday and contact PTPI World Headquarters with confirmation. PTPI will refund domestic air costs incurred by this delay.
This evening, students will enjoy dinner courtesy of SAA and turn in early. Saturday's schedule includes breakfast and a tour of the waterway prior to their departure for the airport.
PTPI officials have received assurance from South African Airways (www.flysaa.com) that flights will resume as scheduled on Saturday. The flight details remain the same - only 24 hours later.
Parents are asked to rebook domestic flights for Sunday and contact PTPI World Headquarters with confirmation. PTPI will refund domestic air costs incurred by this delay.
This evening, students will enjoy dinner courtesy of SAA and turn in early. Saturday's schedule includes breakfast and a tour of the waterway prior to their departure for the airport.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Our last full day in Cape Town.
As a group, we had an amazing day today. We started off by taking a wakl around the different townships and seeing the different houses that hte peopl lived in. It was so shocking to me to see that 3 families lived in a 2-room flat. It blew my mind to see this because there's nowhere near enough room for 15 or so people to be living in that little of space. It was also very shocking to walk through a little shack, maybe 10 ft or so long and 8 ft wide, that a whole family had to live in without electricity or water. It broke my heart to see these mile long stretches of shacks that were falling apart that people had to call home.
Once we left the township, we went to visit Mama Amelia who has about 100 kids (more or less) who live with her. Mama Amelia was a wonderful woman to meet and inspired me greatly to help others because as one woman, she's helping up to 100 kids every day by cothing and feeding them and making their lives so much better just by loving them. Seeing how happy those kids were just to see other people who took interest in them and played with them and loved them changed my life forever.
Another important experience was visiting the hospital here in Cape Town and going to the children's ward where they took care of HIV/AIDS patients. Talking with a pediatrician and listening to what he had to say was amazing. Hearing that 25% of infected patients die before age 1 was just shocking to hear. It completely amazed me. Listening to him made me so excited to be able to go home and find out what I can do to help prevent this growing disease.
After all that, we went to St. Cyprian's School and had a discussion forum about may different topics and aspects of both South Africa and America. This was very interesting to listen to because we were able to listen to perspectives from both our fellow American students and the South African students. THis day has been amazing and has been a life-changing experience that I will always remember for the rest of my life.
-- Lindsay E.
We started out the day with a township walking tour. It included seeing some of the basics of the South African recycling company. There was a great difference between streets. It was almost like a wall was built in between the two. There was a distinct difference over household goods in the area and the amount of trash. Even when we came into the area our cameras were even an amazement to most of the kids. ONe of the kids actually came up to me, inspecting the camera amazed because it was nothing they had ever seen before. Just that excitement from the kids really made you wonder what their everyday lives must be like. Even though some of the homes weren't in great shape, they were like castles to most people in the area. It would include 1 refrigerator and a room for sleeping. A lot different from what we get in America. With the usual average of 3 bedrooms and 2 baths and the most common: sinks, refrigerators, bathtubs, dishwashers. Many of which would seem like a dream to most of these people. It was such an enjoyable experience to notice the little things in life that we usually take for granted. OUr tour was supposed to be an hour but it ended up being two because of all the people we met. After that we hopped on the bus and went to lunch, and then headed to Mama Emilia's.
Mama Emilia hosts over 95 children that are unable to be taken care of by their parents or are orphaned. It was incredible in such a tiny house there was two washers and dryers, folded laundry and clean bedroms (approximately 7 bedrooms where all these kids shared beds. And only two bathrooms with two toilets and showers each and anoher room with one bath tub. We did a circle outside with the kids and played and danced with them for about 40 minutes. It was mazing how amused they were. AFter that we headed to the HIV hospital.
When we arrived at the hospital we had a South African doctor explain what some of the daily struggles were towards the children. Many cam in having AIDS rather than just HIV. Their mothers think it's just the flu and that it will be over with. Most of these children already live in poverty. They already deal with many hardships before the rality of AIDS hits them even harder. We learned that nearly 1 million infants are born every year with HIV and the disease orphans 1 child every 14 seconds. But what's even worse is most of the children that come in have already progressed in the disease and have AIDS. But what was so great about this hospital was that they have set up an organization called Kidzpositive. It has generated more than 1 million rand (which is roughly 6.2 rand for each US dollar) for over 90 women with HIV-positive children. Just 20 rands puts food on the table for 1 child for 2 weeks. We were able to participatein helping this organization by buying different pins in the shapes of flags, bracelets, keychains. Thisis how the organization has created such a name. These women bead all of these things to sell and over the past 3 years have generated over 1 million rand. These mothers generate between R100-R200 per week. Each AIDS beaded pin they make earns them 5 rand. In fact they even gave us a website were we can design our own beaded keychain and pre-order to sell at home. You can visit it at www.kidzpositive.org/beads. The hospital was amazing hbut we ended up not bein able to see the children. It was still worthwhile and after that we headed to the hotel for a little bit until we went to the St. Cyprian's School.
We ate a good dinner at the school and then had a forum discussing the topic of peace and main problems in the world today. We got to meet our paired African partners and got to know them even better then before. Afterwards we got to make a graffiti wall where we put whatever saying we wanted on our own brick. Afterwards we got to hang out with everyone for a while. Overall, the day was so worthwhile it's hard to even sum up but Africa is definately one of the most amazing places I have ever been.
-- Emily K.
Once we left the township, we went to visit Mama Amelia who has about 100 kids (more or less) who live with her. Mama Amelia was a wonderful woman to meet and inspired me greatly to help others because as one woman, she's helping up to 100 kids every day by cothing and feeding them and making their lives so much better just by loving them. Seeing how happy those kids were just to see other people who took interest in them and played with them and loved them changed my life forever.
Another important experience was visiting the hospital here in Cape Town and going to the children's ward where they took care of HIV/AIDS patients. Talking with a pediatrician and listening to what he had to say was amazing. Hearing that 25% of infected patients die before age 1 was just shocking to hear. It completely amazed me. Listening to him made me so excited to be able to go home and find out what I can do to help prevent this growing disease.
After all that, we went to St. Cyprian's School and had a discussion forum about may different topics and aspects of both South Africa and America. This was very interesting to listen to because we were able to listen to perspectives from both our fellow American students and the South African students. THis day has been amazing and has been a life-changing experience that I will always remember for the rest of my life.
-- Lindsay E.
We started out the day with a township walking tour. It included seeing some of the basics of the South African recycling company. There was a great difference between streets. It was almost like a wall was built in between the two. There was a distinct difference over household goods in the area and the amount of trash. Even when we came into the area our cameras were even an amazement to most of the kids. ONe of the kids actually came up to me, inspecting the camera amazed because it was nothing they had ever seen before. Just that excitement from the kids really made you wonder what their everyday lives must be like. Even though some of the homes weren't in great shape, they were like castles to most people in the area. It would include 1 refrigerator and a room for sleeping. A lot different from what we get in America. With the usual average of 3 bedrooms and 2 baths and the most common: sinks, refrigerators, bathtubs, dishwashers. Many of which would seem like a dream to most of these people. It was such an enjoyable experience to notice the little things in life that we usually take for granted. OUr tour was supposed to be an hour but it ended up being two because of all the people we met. After that we hopped on the bus and went to lunch, and then headed to Mama Emilia's.
Mama Emilia hosts over 95 children that are unable to be taken care of by their parents or are orphaned. It was incredible in such a tiny house there was two washers and dryers, folded laundry and clean bedroms (approximately 7 bedrooms where all these kids shared beds. And only two bathrooms with two toilets and showers each and anoher room with one bath tub. We did a circle outside with the kids and played and danced with them for about 40 minutes. It was mazing how amused they were. AFter that we headed to the HIV hospital.
When we arrived at the hospital we had a South African doctor explain what some of the daily struggles were towards the children. Many cam in having AIDS rather than just HIV. Their mothers think it's just the flu and that it will be over with. Most of these children already live in poverty. They already deal with many hardships before the rality of AIDS hits them even harder. We learned that nearly 1 million infants are born every year with HIV and the disease orphans 1 child every 14 seconds. But what's even worse is most of the children that come in have already progressed in the disease and have AIDS. But what was so great about this hospital was that they have set up an organization called Kidzpositive. It has generated more than 1 million rand (which is roughly 6.2 rand for each US dollar) for over 90 women with HIV-positive children. Just 20 rands puts food on the table for 1 child for 2 weeks. We were able to participatein helping this organization by buying different pins in the shapes of flags, bracelets, keychains. Thisis how the organization has created such a name. These women bead all of these things to sell and over the past 3 years have generated over 1 million rand. These mothers generate between R100-R200 per week. Each AIDS beaded pin they make earns them 5 rand. In fact they even gave us a website were we can design our own beaded keychain and pre-order to sell at home. You can visit it at www.kidzpositive.org/beads. The hospital was amazing hbut we ended up not bein able to see the children. It was still worthwhile and after that we headed to the hotel for a little bit until we went to the St. Cyprian's School.
We ate a good dinner at the school and then had a forum discussing the topic of peace and main problems in the world today. We got to meet our paired African partners and got to know them even better then before. Afterwards we got to make a graffiti wall where we put whatever saying we wanted on our own brick. Afterwards we got to hang out with everyone for a while. Overall, the day was so worthwhile it's hard to even sum up but Africa is definately one of the most amazing places I have ever been.
-- Emily K.
The difference between seeing and doing.
Arriving in Atlanta, I had the assumption that our trip to Cape Town was just another People to People trip around the world. I was quick to discover that I was very wrong. I was embarking upon one of the most crucial experiences in my life, one that would help me better understand another culture, yet help me better understand my own culture as well.
I have also learned a lot about myself by seeing what others have or don't have. For instance, today we went to a place called Tsonga, a place of houses filled with varying economic statuses. The wealthy lived in homes costing approximately R 180,000 (around $30,000 US) - the price of a nice car back home. There were hostels, which were a step lower than what we know as small appartments; however, each housed 3 families in one room (they were built to house 2 - 3 men per room) and they shared all facilities from toiletries to kitchen use. The next step below the hostels were for the families that were in hostels but were fed up with them - as a result, they constructed "informal" houses. We, as Americans, would consider them 'shacks." Seeing the conditions in which they live really put things in perspective for me, but at the same time it added a different perspective and made me realize how ignorant so much of the US and other parts of the world are to the struggles and conditions these people face.
After Tsonga, we had a nice quiet lunch on our way to Mama Amelia's, a house in which a generous woman houses 95 orphans. At Mama Amelia's, we saw the house and played games with the children. For me, this is the hardest part, seeing the smiles on the children's faces while they are playing. I know that this may seem a little strange, but these children have nothign, not even hope, but this is the only life that they know. Therefore, they have no other alternative but to go on as best they can. This is what is sad to be because they worry about eating, losing their houses, goign to school, the simplest things. These are such basic necessities that many of us have come to take for granted. A typical day for me at home consisted of me working out, playing hockey, and thinking about my friends. After seeing these types of situations here in South Africa, I am ashamed to admit that. However, I am eternally grateful to know that I can help make a difference here. Whethere it is bringing awareness to perils they face, collecting supplies, or returning someday myself, every little thing counts.
After Mama Amelia's, we went to the hospital to learn about an HIV/AIDS clinic called "Kidspozitive". This only confirmed my desire to do more. HIV and AIDS affects over 25 million people in Africa, 5 million alone in South Africa. Astounding numbers, terrifying and shocking, but inspiring me to challenge myself to help.
I have learned so much about the history of South Africa and the resilient spirit of its people just in the short time I have been here. I have come to have a great deal of respect not only for its people but also its leaders because they are so passionate about their country that their leadership reflects the spirit of the people. I like to think of the struggles of South Africa aas running a race. THey knew where the finish line was but they were stuck at the starting line. The day in 1994 that Nelson Mandela cast the first vote in South African history celebrated the victory and establishment of democracy in their country. By casting that vote, Mandela fired the shotgun that sent the runners off. The people of Africa continue to run that race. Despite the difficulties they face, the people are making great strides towards urbanization and living standards with the help of love and peace. I truly believe they will make it, and when they come around the last turn and are in the straightaway they will finish strong with the help and support of their people, because of the vision and peseverence they showed in their fight for freedom.
I have come to realize that htis was not a trip but rather a mission. Our mission and our motto is "peace through understanding" but to achieve that goal we must first understand it before we can spread it. And having seen and experienced the things we have over these last few days here having little time for reflection in our busy days I realized that I have a responsibility as a human to love, respect and help others. I know how much this experience has meant to me and what I havetaken away from it that I truly believe I have benefited more than the kids we help. History helps us from repeating our mistakes but I believe that reading about events in a book is not enough. There is a difference between reading and actually seeing, but furthermore there is an even greater difference often overlooked. The difference btween seeing and doing.
-- Brandon E.
I have also learned a lot about myself by seeing what others have or don't have. For instance, today we went to a place called Tsonga, a place of houses filled with varying economic statuses. The wealthy lived in homes costing approximately R 180,000 (around $30,000 US) - the price of a nice car back home. There were hostels, which were a step lower than what we know as small appartments; however, each housed 3 families in one room (they were built to house 2 - 3 men per room) and they shared all facilities from toiletries to kitchen use. The next step below the hostels were for the families that were in hostels but were fed up with them - as a result, they constructed "informal" houses. We, as Americans, would consider them 'shacks." Seeing the conditions in which they live really put things in perspective for me, but at the same time it added a different perspective and made me realize how ignorant so much of the US and other parts of the world are to the struggles and conditions these people face.
After Tsonga, we had a nice quiet lunch on our way to Mama Amelia's, a house in which a generous woman houses 95 orphans. At Mama Amelia's, we saw the house and played games with the children. For me, this is the hardest part, seeing the smiles on the children's faces while they are playing. I know that this may seem a little strange, but these children have nothign, not even hope, but this is the only life that they know. Therefore, they have no other alternative but to go on as best they can. This is what is sad to be because they worry about eating, losing their houses, goign to school, the simplest things. These are such basic necessities that many of us have come to take for granted. A typical day for me at home consisted of me working out, playing hockey, and thinking about my friends. After seeing these types of situations here in South Africa, I am ashamed to admit that. However, I am eternally grateful to know that I can help make a difference here. Whethere it is bringing awareness to perils they face, collecting supplies, or returning someday myself, every little thing counts.
After Mama Amelia's, we went to the hospital to learn about an HIV/AIDS clinic called "Kidspozitive". This only confirmed my desire to do more. HIV and AIDS affects over 25 million people in Africa, 5 million alone in South Africa. Astounding numbers, terrifying and shocking, but inspiring me to challenge myself to help.
I have learned so much about the history of South Africa and the resilient spirit of its people just in the short time I have been here. I have come to have a great deal of respect not only for its people but also its leaders because they are so passionate about their country that their leadership reflects the spirit of the people. I like to think of the struggles of South Africa aas running a race. THey knew where the finish line was but they were stuck at the starting line. The day in 1994 that Nelson Mandela cast the first vote in South African history celebrated the victory and establishment of democracy in their country. By casting that vote, Mandela fired the shotgun that sent the runners off. The people of Africa continue to run that race. Despite the difficulties they face, the people are making great strides towards urbanization and living standards with the help of love and peace. I truly believe they will make it, and when they come around the last turn and are in the straightaway they will finish strong with the help and support of their people, because of the vision and peseverence they showed in their fight for freedom.
I have come to realize that htis was not a trip but rather a mission. Our mission and our motto is "peace through understanding" but to achieve that goal we must first understand it before we can spread it. And having seen and experienced the things we have over these last few days here having little time for reflection in our busy days I realized that I have a responsibility as a human to love, respect and help others. I know how much this experience has meant to me and what I havetaken away from it that I truly believe I have benefited more than the kids we help. History helps us from repeating our mistakes but I believe that reading about events in a book is not enough. There is a difference between reading and actually seeing, but furthermore there is an even greater difference often overlooked. The difference btween seeing and doing.
-- Brandon E.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Life-changing moments.
On the plane from Johannesburg to Cape Town, a man sitting behind me asked what my business was in South Africa. Well, that's easy, I began, I was part of a group of students from around the US to actively experience the culture, history, and people of South Africa. I continued to rattle off on how we would be doing some local philanthropic, work when he stopped me in mid-sentence. "Why?" he asked.
I stopped dead in my verbal tracks. That one word rang in my ears and in the silence that followed. It still burns in my heart today. "I don't know." I answered. To make a difference - I could have said - to learn something new, to help someone in need - ANYTHING but "I don't know."
But then again, how would I have known then the burning in my soul now? How could I hoave known my true intentions since the match of passion had not yet stuck? Truely, I had come to see something I have not before, but now I understand I was meant to be here to feel something I hadn't before. To feel the anguish and celebration from Robben Island, to feel the welcome joy at St. Cyprian's, to feel the hand of a child grasping mine to run and play basketball on a make-shift court, to feel the hot tears running down my face at St. George's Cathedral after hearing about the struggles of apartheid. How could I have known?
Today has been memorable. It has been life-changing. Eye-opening. Ground-breaking. Cataclysmic. In short, fabulous.
To those who made it possible for us to be here, I want to thank you. On behalf of all us students, we are eternally grateful. Why did you allow your sons and daughters to go on this far-away journey? You don't know? I hope, like me, you know now why we are here - not only to change the lives of those around us, but to have our own lives changed.
-- Heather M.
Today I really enjoyed the exhibit The Hands that Shape Humanity, an exhibit featuring more than 50 of the greatest humanitarians. It seemed to inspire everyone to reach their potential. I loved how some of the people recognized were not those one would normally think of. We also met with an Anglican Reverand. It struck me how she spoke of the Day of Purple Rain, in which the South African government sprayed purple paint over all protesters. It was as if the government needed a new skin color (purple) to objectify their fellow countrymen. However fulfilling those things were, our trip inside the heart of Cape Town's poverty was even more astonishing. Children walked around barefoot, hungry, and only had a small metal hoop to shoot basketballs through, yet still smiling. Although several of us left somewhat depressed, we were intently motivated to raise awareness.
It seems that the days just get better as they pass, so we all (however tired we may be) cannot wait to wak up every morning.
-- Lindley
Today was another amazing day in Cape Town. Rev. Villien Harber shared her anti-apartheid experience with us. It was a great experience to hear what great experience to hear what Rev. Harber actually went through herself. The exhibit of "Hands that Shaped Humanity" was interesting to actually see who are well-known activists. Each exhibit had qotes from the various activists that has a general meaning in today's society. One quote that was stated by Desmond Tutu is "The one who is your enemy is really a friend waiting to be made." Can be applied to the past and the present.
After the exhibit we took the bus to Green Market Square right in the Center Town of Cape Town. Each person was able to buy a lot of African gifts to take back to the U.S. Once we arrived in the township of Khilasheia we made our way to the primary school in the area. The children welcomed us with open arms and were so happy they had visitors. Hoops for Hope is a wonderful organization for young children in the townships. They shared their 7 keys to success with us and even did different basketball strategies with the children. They were having so much fun with us playing basketball with them.
Tonight we watched "Yesterday" which was a true based South AFrican movie that gives a perfect example of what Africans go through when it comes to AIDS/HIV. Most people were very overwhelmed with how HIV/AIDS can change a person's life. Today was a very heartwarming day.
-- Sasha S.
Of all the powerful things that we have experienced so far on this trip, today's schedule blew the others out of the water. We had the priviledge to visit a school where the "Hoops for Hope" program was in action. This program teaches life skills to underpriviledged children through basketball, and it was an honor to be part of such a worthy cause. When our bus pulled up to the school, we were greated by many adorable, smiling faces. Less than 5 minutes into the visit, we were all enchanted by these vibrant and cheerful children. The simple pleasure they took in spending an afternoon playing basketball was overwhealming, and it was an experience we will never forget.
-- Lexie K.
I stopped dead in my verbal tracks. That one word rang in my ears and in the silence that followed. It still burns in my heart today. "I don't know." I answered. To make a difference - I could have said - to learn something new, to help someone in need - ANYTHING but "I don't know."
But then again, how would I have known then the burning in my soul now? How could I hoave known my true intentions since the match of passion had not yet stuck? Truely, I had come to see something I have not before, but now I understand I was meant to be here to feel something I hadn't before. To feel the anguish and celebration from Robben Island, to feel the welcome joy at St. Cyprian's, to feel the hand of a child grasping mine to run and play basketball on a make-shift court, to feel the hot tears running down my face at St. George's Cathedral after hearing about the struggles of apartheid. How could I have known?
Today has been memorable. It has been life-changing. Eye-opening. Ground-breaking. Cataclysmic. In short, fabulous.
To those who made it possible for us to be here, I want to thank you. On behalf of all us students, we are eternally grateful. Why did you allow your sons and daughters to go on this far-away journey? You don't know? I hope, like me, you know now why we are here - not only to change the lives of those around us, but to have our own lives changed.
-- Heather M.
Today I really enjoyed the exhibit The Hands that Shape Humanity, an exhibit featuring more than 50 of the greatest humanitarians. It seemed to inspire everyone to reach their potential. I loved how some of the people recognized were not those one would normally think of. We also met with an Anglican Reverand. It struck me how she spoke of the Day of Purple Rain, in which the South African government sprayed purple paint over all protesters. It was as if the government needed a new skin color (purple) to objectify their fellow countrymen. However fulfilling those things were, our trip inside the heart of Cape Town's poverty was even more astonishing. Children walked around barefoot, hungry, and only had a small metal hoop to shoot basketballs through, yet still smiling. Although several of us left somewhat depressed, we were intently motivated to raise awareness.
It seems that the days just get better as they pass, so we all (however tired we may be) cannot wait to wak up every morning.
-- Lindley
Today was another amazing day in Cape Town. Rev. Villien Harber shared her anti-apartheid experience with us. It was a great experience to hear what great experience to hear what Rev. Harber actually went through herself. The exhibit of "Hands that Shaped Humanity" was interesting to actually see who are well-known activists. Each exhibit had qotes from the various activists that has a general meaning in today's society. One quote that was stated by Desmond Tutu is "The one who is your enemy is really a friend waiting to be made." Can be applied to the past and the present.
After the exhibit we took the bus to Green Market Square right in the Center Town of Cape Town. Each person was able to buy a lot of African gifts to take back to the U.S. Once we arrived in the township of Khilasheia we made our way to the primary school in the area. The children welcomed us with open arms and were so happy they had visitors. Hoops for Hope is a wonderful organization for young children in the townships. They shared their 7 keys to success with us and even did different basketball strategies with the children. They were having so much fun with us playing basketball with them.
Tonight we watched "Yesterday" which was a true based South AFrican movie that gives a perfect example of what Africans go through when it comes to AIDS/HIV. Most people were very overwhelmed with how HIV/AIDS can change a person's life. Today was a very heartwarming day.
-- Sasha S.
Of all the powerful things that we have experienced so far on this trip, today's schedule blew the others out of the water. We had the priviledge to visit a school where the "Hoops for Hope" program was in action. This program teaches life skills to underpriviledged children through basketball, and it was an honor to be part of such a worthy cause. When our bus pulled up to the school, we were greated by many adorable, smiling faces. Less than 5 minutes into the visit, we were all enchanted by these vibrant and cheerful children. The simple pleasure they took in spending an afternoon playing basketball was overwhealming, and it was an experience we will never forget.
-- Lexie K.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Monday: a third perspective
Monday, July 25th 2005, a day that has defined the difference between life and a mre existence. What we have sees this day will remain in my dreams and heart for centuries.
6:00. Wake up call. The sky is black, the air crisp w/ southern winter. I told myself six hours is plenty. A warm shower ignites my eyes and sparks my dendrites, slowly defrosting my toes.
7:00. Breakfast: gourmet omelets prepared by black culinary students. Short but sweet, I clear my tray at the bidding of our leader.
7:30. Bus ride: a quick hop to St. Cyprian's School for class and conversation. The group splits into two groups to attend a UNESCO slavery class relating to the istory of the school itself. The land on which the school lies contains the early secrts of South African slave trade. Bones, names, and overhead: precursors to a powerful discussion about slavery today, AIDS, the problems with sex education.
11:00. Tea time and muffins with our beautiful hostesses. I exchange gifts with my Pen Pal as she leads me to my next adventure. Unfortunately the Afrikaans teacher is absent so class has been cancelled. Keira (my Pen Pal) inquires about my political affiliation and the next 45 minutes are effectively consumed with talk of Government, Bush, Sudan, and many other digressions of important trivials. My next class consists of Oedipus and Hamlet.
12:25. Robben Island. Whether or not our group travels to this famous island depends entirely upon the rain. Fortunately the rains come 15 minutes late destroying our hopes for a dry ferry ride. Robben Island is considered the origin of the current South African Government. The trees, rocks, and edifices shout stories of injustice, Mandela, and triumph. Our tour guide touched everyone's heart with the examples of his own imprisonment within B Block of the Robben Island maximum security prison. I do not believe anyone will take the night sky and the tickle of grass between our toes for granted ever again.
4:30. PTPI leaves Robben Island humbles and grateful. A cloth of clouds curls over the sharp edge of Table Mountain as we bound over shark infested waters. I can almost imagine myself swimming to freedom; KFC only 7 km away. As we pull into the harbour a dead bird floats in the water. It has choked on the masses of trash floating in the shadows of skyscrapers; a grating reminder of the work that needs to be done.
5:30. We are greeted with open arms and minds, yet again, by our accommodating hostesses. Over the next hours we are engaged in dance and the perceptions of our two contrasting cultures and similar humanitarian goals. We end the night with a traditional South African Braii (barbeque) and an exilerating hands on display of local drums. Through the rythms of dance and bongos an experience that will be remembered by all.
Monday, July 25th, 2005. Life in South Africa is truly amazing and unique for this small group of youthful activists.
Sincerely,
Jeff C.
6:00. Wake up call. The sky is black, the air crisp w/ southern winter. I told myself six hours is plenty. A warm shower ignites my eyes and sparks my dendrites, slowly defrosting my toes.
7:00. Breakfast: gourmet omelets prepared by black culinary students. Short but sweet, I clear my tray at the bidding of our leader.
7:30. Bus ride: a quick hop to St. Cyprian's School for class and conversation. The group splits into two groups to attend a UNESCO slavery class relating to the istory of the school itself. The land on which the school lies contains the early secrts of South African slave trade. Bones, names, and overhead: precursors to a powerful discussion about slavery today, AIDS, the problems with sex education.
11:00. Tea time and muffins with our beautiful hostesses. I exchange gifts with my Pen Pal as she leads me to my next adventure. Unfortunately the Afrikaans teacher is absent so class has been cancelled. Keira (my Pen Pal) inquires about my political affiliation and the next 45 minutes are effectively consumed with talk of Government, Bush, Sudan, and many other digressions of important trivials. My next class consists of Oedipus and Hamlet.
12:25. Robben Island. Whether or not our group travels to this famous island depends entirely upon the rain. Fortunately the rains come 15 minutes late destroying our hopes for a dry ferry ride. Robben Island is considered the origin of the current South African Government. The trees, rocks, and edifices shout stories of injustice, Mandela, and triumph. Our tour guide touched everyone's heart with the examples of his own imprisonment within B Block of the Robben Island maximum security prison. I do not believe anyone will take the night sky and the tickle of grass between our toes for granted ever again.
4:30. PTPI leaves Robben Island humbles and grateful. A cloth of clouds curls over the sharp edge of Table Mountain as we bound over shark infested waters. I can almost imagine myself swimming to freedom; KFC only 7 km away. As we pull into the harbour a dead bird floats in the water. It has choked on the masses of trash floating in the shadows of skyscrapers; a grating reminder of the work that needs to be done.
5:30. We are greeted with open arms and minds, yet again, by our accommodating hostesses. Over the next hours we are engaged in dance and the perceptions of our two contrasting cultures and similar humanitarian goals. We end the night with a traditional South African Braii (barbeque) and an exilerating hands on display of local drums. Through the rythms of dance and bongos an experience that will be remembered by all.
Monday, July 25th, 2005. Life in South Africa is truly amazing and unique for this small group of youthful activists.
Sincerely,
Jeff C.
St. Cyprian's, Robben Island, and Drum Cafe
Today was definately an amazing day. This morning we went to classes with the students from St. Cyprian's School. The first class I went to was "Maths" in which we studied how to solve equations by inspection. Next I went to History, in which we discussed Apartheid and whether it should be taught in grades 9 or 10. My partner was Katrin, who was very nice and very helpful.
My group then moved on to the UNESCO Slavery Workshop. We learned about the conditions the slaves were kept in, the differences between the meats the owners and the slaves ate, and the lineage of slaves all the way from today to the 1600s.
After lunch we took the bus to the V&A Waterfront and got on the ferry to Robben Island. We took a tour of the island: we saw the lime quary, the medium security prison, the house where a prisoner was kept for SIX years, not being allowed to speak to anyone. We also went on a tour of the Maximum Security Prison where Nelson Mandela stayed for 17 YEARS! It was absolutely AMAZING to see his and his friends' cells. Chills ran through me when we walked through the cells and saw the mats where they slept.
This day was fabulous and I will never forget it. On man who stayed with Nelson Mandela actually told us his story. It touched my heart deeply. This day is perfect to tell to my grandchildren in sixty years.
-- Kristin M.
Today we're going back to St. Cyprian's to be int he students classes. I got to give Thuli my gift! I got her a beanie baby bear and eagle, and "I heart NY" wristband, a "Big Apple" pen, a keychain, and a set of drumsticks that has patriotic stuff on it. :) Elizabeth (my roomie) thinks it's cool. I put in a little card too...
...I just got back from meeting with Thuli. She loves the gifts! I went to her math class, and they're doing algebra, so I felt smart! :) Then she had gym, but we left and walked and talked. They love 50 Cent & Ludacris. That's cool. It was interesting to hear what they though of us. They like David Beckham & Usher. I showed them pictures from my mini photo album. They think my dad :) and my friend are cute. It was a lot of fun. (If my mom and dad are reading) I love you guys but I still have to buy a phone card...
...By far the best part of Robben Island was meeting and talking to our tour guide, Kgotso "Glen" Ntsoelengoz. Now that's an interesting last name. When he was 15 in Soweto students protested that they didn't want to learn in Afrikaans (a Dutch-based language) so the government came and used guns, tear gas, and brute force to end the protesting. Many young people were killed. So later on he trained with the ANC as a soldier, as he said he couldn't sit back and do nothing. He wanted to be a part of the struggle. After his training in Botswana his unit was sold out by an insider. They all went to court and were found guilty and sentenced to 25 years each. Kgotso was only a few cells away from Nelson Mandela. He talked about things he wanted to see when he got out: the night sky and the stars. Just to see what they look like. People need to appreciate the little things. We also saw where Nelson buried a manuscript of his memoir "Long Walk to Freedom". It was a little corner of a garden, but he had another copy. He used the extra when the original was destroyed. It was amazing to see what Kgotso has been through and how it has changed for the better. To me, there were two major extremes: being tortured tot he point where you can't scream, and you can't cry, to having a little 7 year old girl that's his pride and joy. The best part is, when I asked him for his full name at the end, he said "You will not forget me." I never will. Now I really wish we could go to Soweto...
...I feel so hyped up! Woot woot! We ate at our braii with the St. Cyprian's students and got to know one another. Fun fun. Then we had the Drum Cafe visit us! My fellow marching band kids will be proud. Go East Ramapo! We got authentic drums and had a big party! It was a lot of fun and all of our hands are turning colors. Then I went up for a solo thing with some other peeps and danced all over the place. I then passed my maracas off to Will for his turn to dance. The rest is history.
-- Veronica A.
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We have taken a million pictures, but haven't been able to upload them yet. However, we should be able to get them online on Wednesday, so stay tuned!!!
My group then moved on to the UNESCO Slavery Workshop. We learned about the conditions the slaves were kept in, the differences between the meats the owners and the slaves ate, and the lineage of slaves all the way from today to the 1600s.
After lunch we took the bus to the V&A Waterfront and got on the ferry to Robben Island. We took a tour of the island: we saw the lime quary, the medium security prison, the house where a prisoner was kept for SIX years, not being allowed to speak to anyone. We also went on a tour of the Maximum Security Prison where Nelson Mandela stayed for 17 YEARS! It was absolutely AMAZING to see his and his friends' cells. Chills ran through me when we walked through the cells and saw the mats where they slept.
This day was fabulous and I will never forget it. On man who stayed with Nelson Mandela actually told us his story. It touched my heart deeply. This day is perfect to tell to my grandchildren in sixty years.
-- Kristin M.
Today we're going back to St. Cyprian's to be int he students classes. I got to give Thuli my gift! I got her a beanie baby bear and eagle, and "I heart NY" wristband, a "Big Apple" pen, a keychain, and a set of drumsticks that has patriotic stuff on it. :) Elizabeth (my roomie) thinks it's cool. I put in a little card too...
...I just got back from meeting with Thuli. She loves the gifts! I went to her math class, and they're doing algebra, so I felt smart! :) Then she had gym, but we left and walked and talked. They love 50 Cent & Ludacris. That's cool. It was interesting to hear what they though of us. They like David Beckham & Usher. I showed them pictures from my mini photo album. They think my dad :) and my friend are cute. It was a lot of fun. (If my mom and dad are reading) I love you guys but I still have to buy a phone card...
...By far the best part of Robben Island was meeting and talking to our tour guide, Kgotso "Glen" Ntsoelengoz. Now that's an interesting last name. When he was 15 in Soweto students protested that they didn't want to learn in Afrikaans (a Dutch-based language) so the government came and used guns, tear gas, and brute force to end the protesting. Many young people were killed. So later on he trained with the ANC as a soldier, as he said he couldn't sit back and do nothing. He wanted to be a part of the struggle. After his training in Botswana his unit was sold out by an insider. They all went to court and were found guilty and sentenced to 25 years each. Kgotso was only a few cells away from Nelson Mandela. He talked about things he wanted to see when he got out: the night sky and the stars. Just to see what they look like. People need to appreciate the little things. We also saw where Nelson buried a manuscript of his memoir "Long Walk to Freedom". It was a little corner of a garden, but he had another copy. He used the extra when the original was destroyed. It was amazing to see what Kgotso has been through and how it has changed for the better. To me, there were two major extremes: being tortured tot he point where you can't scream, and you can't cry, to having a little 7 year old girl that's his pride and joy. The best part is, when I asked him for his full name at the end, he said "You will not forget me." I never will. Now I really wish we could go to Soweto...
...I feel so hyped up! Woot woot! We ate at our braii with the St. Cyprian's students and got to know one another. Fun fun. Then we had the Drum Cafe visit us! My fellow marching band kids will be proud. Go East Ramapo! We got authentic drums and had a big party! It was a lot of fun and all of our hands are turning colors. Then I went up for a solo thing with some other peeps and danced all over the place. I then passed my maracas off to Will for his turn to dance. The rest is history.
-- Veronica A.
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We have taken a million pictures, but haven't been able to upload them yet. However, we should be able to get them online on Wednesday, so stay tuned!!!
Sunday, July 24, 2005
Our First Full Day!
Africa itself is so breathtaking. To think of all the history that has taken place here is just so unreal. This morning the group had its own short history lesson from one of the tour guide/St. Cyprian's School teachers, Dave. With our new brief info we had, we headed off to our first stop, Table Mountain. The name pretty much describes how it looks yet just seeing it by Cape Town and sitting quietly by the ocean, it was quite a sight! Everyone pretty much made their way around on the paths, taking pictures along the way.
After that little adventure, we were back on the bus for a tour of the apartheid city. Throughout the city Dave pointed out sites that held history in itself and the not so great sites to see. It makes your heart hurt to see such poverty. The shacks lined up everywhere on the inside and outside of the town. Most are unemployed and even some turn to the drug business. It makes me want to do something for these jpeople, to make a good impact on their life. To us living in America, poverty isn't so open and exposed to us. Thus we hardly acknowledge it. Very saddening to know.
The next stop for the group was seeing the penguins at Boulders Beach, where we also ate a packed lunch. Of course the penguins were cute and very adorable.
As for right now, we just left Cape Point. There we got our lovely group photo, plus other ones with our new friends we have all made so far. The waves crashing upon the rocks made for a gorgeous picture. Oh, also while leaving we had the opportunity to see some monkeys - was quite cool to me, haha. Now it's just driving back to our hotel, chilling out for two hours and then on to dinner. This day has been just pretty much laid back. Though I know I'm going to experience so much more than that while I'm here. I can't hardly wait. Maybe I'll touch someone's life for the best, this I hope for.
-- Jessica M.
After a miserable two days of being on a plane and a wonderful day of waiting for a delayed flight, it was great just to be in Africa. First we had a brief history of Cape Town, followed by a gondola ride to the top of Table Mountain. At the top was a panoramic view of Cape Town. Next was a tour of the town with a stop to see the penguins. Then went to Cape Hope, which is the farthest southwest point in S.A. After that we saw a bunch of babboons. Tonight we're goin to the African Cafe to sample many African dishes. Check in tomorrow to see how Monday went!!
-- Chas
After that little adventure, we were back on the bus for a tour of the apartheid city. Throughout the city Dave pointed out sites that held history in itself and the not so great sites to see. It makes your heart hurt to see such poverty. The shacks lined up everywhere on the inside and outside of the town. Most are unemployed and even some turn to the drug business. It makes me want to do something for these jpeople, to make a good impact on their life. To us living in America, poverty isn't so open and exposed to us. Thus we hardly acknowledge it. Very saddening to know.
The next stop for the group was seeing the penguins at Boulders Beach, where we also ate a packed lunch. Of course the penguins were cute and very adorable.
As for right now, we just left Cape Point. There we got our lovely group photo, plus other ones with our new friends we have all made so far. The waves crashing upon the rocks made for a gorgeous picture. Oh, also while leaving we had the opportunity to see some monkeys - was quite cool to me, haha. Now it's just driving back to our hotel, chilling out for two hours and then on to dinner. This day has been just pretty much laid back. Though I know I'm going to experience so much more than that while I'm here. I can't hardly wait. Maybe I'll touch someone's life for the best, this I hope for.
-- Jessica M.
After a miserable two days of being on a plane and a wonderful day of waiting for a delayed flight, it was great just to be in Africa. First we had a brief history of Cape Town, followed by a gondola ride to the top of Table Mountain. At the top was a panoramic view of Cape Town. Next was a tour of the town with a stop to see the penguins. Then went to Cape Hope, which is the farthest southwest point in S.A. After that we saw a bunch of babboons. Tonight we're goin to the African Cafe to sample many African dishes. Check in tomorrow to see how Monday went!!
-- Chas
Saturday, July 23, 2005
GYFHC delegates in Capetown!
2 p.m. Central Time
The British Airways flight has landed in Capetown and everyone is on the bus! The delegates will have a brief meeting with the South African students, have something to eat, and then check into their hotel for some much needed sleep! Their program will begin in full tomorrow morning.
The British Airways flight has landed in Capetown and everyone is on the bus! The delegates will have a brief meeting with the South African students, have something to eat, and then check into their hotel for some much needed sleep! Their program will begin in full tomorrow morning.
Flight Delay to Capetown
Due to strike action at South African Airways, students participating in the GYFHC were able to change to a British Airways flight from Johannesburg to Capetown. The new flight will arrive in Capetown at 7:10 p.m. local time. Will McDowell, PTPI's Managing Director of Youth Programs, who is leading this mission said that the folks at South African Airways and British Airways were extremely accommodating and helpful to make sure all the students were able to fly together to Capetown.
We will continue to closely monitor the situation for the students return flight. Stay tuned for other news and notes on the GYFHC!
We will continue to closely monitor the situation for the students return flight. Stay tuned for other news and notes on the GYFHC!
Friday, July 22, 2005
Arrival in Atlanta
Yesterday we arrived safely in Atlanta. When we arrived, we ate at a restaurant called Malone's. The rest of the night we shared our culture kits and learned about each other's culture as well as watched a movie about the Apartheid depression in South Africa.
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