The Sacred Heart of Helen

Like Sex and the City. Only more responsible. And in South Africa. With absolutely no Manolo Blahniks.

May 25, 2006

This is an odd place.....

So, I’ve been sitting on my bed for some time trying to think about what to write for this entry. I flicked through my photo’s and began to realise how truly surreal my life is. I know extremes between wealth and poverty exist everywhere, and that completely different cultures can exist close together.
However, within the space of a couple of weeks I have attended a wedding like this:

I’ve been drinking in a place like this:















Where the ladies’ toilet looks like this:




I’ve been dancing here:






















And I’ve stayed in a B&B like this:


I'm not sure that these pictures really sum up the contrast - you also have to bear in mind that there are people living in tin shacks within half a mile of my place.

I think I’m a flexible and open-minded person, and I consider myelf quite well travelled. I just can’t work out how all this fits together.

At the moment my social life is dependant on white people. They can drink and they can moan like nothing I have ever witnessed before. I find the moaning very hard work.

My work colleagues who are all black apart from my regional manager are very dedicated to turning things around in this area.

You don’t see racially mixed groups of people hanging around socially.


I can’t speak for the rest of South Africa but Mthatha is a very odd place

2 Comments:

At 7:31 PM, Blogger Christopher said...

It sounds a lot like Warminster.

 
At 8:00 PM, Anonymous lindsay said...

since i have got back from SA i have had quite a few long conversations with people (actually me talking and them listening, if you call that a conversation)about my trip to SA. i have been trying to work out my thoughts on the country and must admit that i am struggling! i did not expect the divide between black and white to be so strong and something that left a bitter taste in my mouth.i suppose that it is actually the divide between the rich and the poor that is so shocking which i believe mostly still interprets itself as between black and white. i think that the most extreme exprience that i had of this was after i left helen and travlled towards durban. i stayed about 15 miles south of durban in a place that offered me no alternative means of transport into durban other than train or overpacked minibus. i opted for the train which the people in the hostel said would be fine but lonely planet said avoid at all costs! there was not a white soul to be seen on the train and when i got off the train in durban at the wrong stop it felt like another world, unfortunately one of poverty and white supremecy.i was truely scared but not by how the the people around me made me feel but by idea that the white minority had put into my mind that it was highly dangerous. i later was told by a black restaurant manager (who i might add was very nice and bought me a few free glasses of wine, SA hopspitlity is great)that i took a real personal risk getting the train !! who knows?

 

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