With my morning espresso, I started the day and it is my birthday. Another year has lapsed and another to look forward to more travels and adventure. Joined my family for dinner who discretely placed only three candles on my cake. The correct amount, when lit, might trigger the sprinkler system to go off.
Monday, 30 May 2016
Happy Birthday, May 29th
With my morning espresso, I started the day and it is my birthday. Another year has lapsed and another to look forward to more travels and adventure. Joined my family for dinner who discretely placed only three candles on my cake. The correct amount, when lit, might trigger the sprinkler system to go off.
Wednesday, 25 May 2016
The San,
Grootfontein, Namibia.
February 12, 2016
For thousands of generations, the San people hunted and gathered, and lived as the sole occupants of southern Africa. At the Klassies River mouth, east of Cape Town, the oldest unequivocal remains of Homo sapiens sapiens was found and dates back to 125,000 BCE.
Both the San and the Khoi retained the unique click languages, for which they are famous.They were living in the Cape when the Dutch East India Company arrived in 1652, to establish the first European settlement, which is now South Africa.
Many of the San found themselves displaced during this period of colonisation and by the end of the 19th century, the San were believed to be virtually extinct. In the isolation of the Kalahari Desert, the San people have survived and even thrived under harsh desert conditions
Since 1997, more than 1,000 San have been removed from a game park in the Central Kalahari Game Reserve and resettled in dysfunctional townsites, far from their traditional lands. Very few San people can live by hunting and gathering these days. Most work at farm labourers, several groups run nature conservancies.
In 1995, a human rights lawyer explained the new land laws that gave them the right to restitution, for the loss they have experienced since 1913. A land claim was launched, with the help of the South African San Institute, it was a success and 40,000 hectares of land outside the National Park has donated to the San.
With a renewed interest in their heritage, current projects which include tracker-training programmes for young people has come about. Others are working on heritage tours, developing cultural products for visiting tourist and their community.
No longer need to hunt for food, they have discovered and adapted to a more modern lifestyle. Unfortunately alcoholism, TB and AIDS has also caught up with the San.
Cape Town, South Africa
February 21, 2016
My arrival at the Cape brought me back to a different time when we arrived as new Dutch immigrants. It had been exactly sixty-four years since we had stepped ashore after a three-week journey from Southampton.
While the ship unloaded its cargo, along with our belongings, we made our way up Table Mountain. The weather had been divine and the view stunning, This was impressive, coming from the Lowlands, as we had never been up a mountain before.
My mother instantly proclaimed that we were staying forever. “Forever” lasted 12 years, when my parents made the decision to leave South Africa and return to the Netherlands. As underaged teenagers, my brother and I reluctantly followed along. My eldest sister stayed behind with her husband and lived there for the remainder of her life. My brother returned to South Africa within a few years and is still living there today. After my 18th birthday, I left the Netherlands and immigrated to Canada. It had been my first solo trip and I laid the foundations to my future travels.
In 1652, the VOC, better known as The Dutch East India Company, made Cape of Good Hope their weigh station for fresh supplies en route to the Indies. Prince Alfred, second son of Queen Victoria, began the construction of the harbour in 1860. The Union Castle Line docked in the old wharf and today the welcoming V&A Waterfront is a popular tourist attraction. Within walking distance lies the heart of the old city, with streets names named after the canals in Amsterdam.
I once again took the cable car and returned to the top of the mountain with its breathtaking view. I spent the next two hours walking the trails along its edge and captured this couple in a precarious pose for a photo.
My flight back to Amsterdam left the following day and then said my goodbyes to Table Mountain, South Africa and a place I once called home.
My arrival at the Cape brought me back to a different time when we arrived as new Dutch immigrants. It had been exactly sixty-four years since we had stepped ashore after a three-week journey from Southampton.
While the ship unloaded its cargo, along with our belongings, we made our way up Table Mountain. The weather had been divine and the view stunning, This was impressive, coming from the Lowlands, as we had never been up a mountain before.
My mother instantly proclaimed that we were staying forever. “Forever” lasted 12 years, when my parents made the decision to leave South Africa and return to the Netherlands. As underaged teenagers, my brother and I reluctantly followed along. My eldest sister stayed behind with her husband and lived there for the remainder of her life. My brother returned to South Africa within a few years and is still living there today. After my 18th birthday, I left the Netherlands and immigrated to Canada. It had been my first solo trip and I laid the foundations to my future travels.
In 1652, the VOC, better known as The Dutch East India Company, made Cape of Good Hope their weigh station for fresh supplies en route to the Indies. Prince Alfred, second son of Queen Victoria, began the construction of the harbour in 1860. The Union Castle Line docked in the old wharf and today the welcoming V&A Waterfront is a popular tourist attraction. Within walking distance lies the heart of the old city, with streets names named after the canals in Amsterdam.
I once again took the cable car and returned to the top of the mountain with its breathtaking view. I spent the next two hours walking the trails along its edge and captured this couple in a precarious pose for a photo.
My flight back to Amsterdam left the following day and then said my goodbyes to Table Mountain, South Africa and a place I once called home.
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