Another month has passed in Zithulele. Last week Peter, my desk officer at Project Trust, came and visited. As lovely as Peter is he was especially welcomed when he arrived at the door with 4 packets of wine gums and fruit pastels for us to share. After interviewing us and our hosts he observed our lesson to which he was very shocked. Pleasantly though I may add. Due to being in the rural Transkei he was expecting to see a maths class with 80+ children and a blackboard but instead saw cables, technology and 25 or so eager well behaved children. We are starting a technological revolution here in Zithulele! The Desk Officer visit was a nice break from daily routine: Pete took us out for dinner in Coffee Bay and we had a movie night with popcorn in the evening. It was also nice to talk to someone from back home reminding me that the place does still exist and life as we knew it is continuing. It was also nice to get an outside perspective on our life here. I came to realise that when you live a life of simplicity in the Transkei it is the simple things in life that please you like getting excited at the variety of fresh fruit and veg in Ngcwanguba Store and not forgetting chick peas- a sight I'm sure Peter won't be forgetting in a hurry. He found our excitement (and the chickpea dance) hilarious.
This week marked our friend Christina's birthday. So a group of us hired 2 cottages right on the beach at Hole in The Wall. I went for my first ever pizza at Papazellas which was lovely and the rest of the weekend consisted of swimming in the beautiful, warm, white waters of the Indian Ocean, braai-ing and reading. I have now started to read The long Walk To Freedom again and am enjoying it a lot more now that the story of Mandela has more relevance to me than when it did back home. I have really enjoyed this weekend of just relaxing and spending time with friends.
That was until 4am on Saturday morning. When I heard a sound that I can only liken to an atomic bomb exploding and something hard and heavy fall on top of me; the bunk bed collapsed from above onto my bottom bunk. After a shriek, a desperate cry for help and pausing to work out whether I was hurt, I was pulled from the wreckage in one piece. Safe to say I'm never going to shotgun the bottom bunk anymore...