Thursday, September 1, 2011

Happy Spring Day!

September 1, 2011


Yesterday, I wrote my morning message to the students – beginning with,  “The weather is starting to warm up! Can you believe that spring is just around the corner?” Apparently, I need to learn my South African seasons because the “corner” I was referring to, happens to be today!
As I was driving in to work this morning, freezing my hands as I gripped my glass of homemade ice coffee (Nescafe, milk, and ice) and listening to Jacaranda 94.2 (the only radio station I know and listen to – mostly because I like how it switches from English to Afrikaans randomly), I learned that today – September 1st officially marks the first day of spring here in South Africa. In my naïve American mind, I had assumed that when fall begins in the States, spring begins here. Oops!
The only thing that made me feel better about this casual blunder was the fact that when I asked my two South African 4th graders if today was the first day of spring, they both looked at me with blank stares. Chenika followed with a shrug of her shoulders, and Daniele declared, “Yes it is. I think it is. Well, I’m not sure if it is.” None of use could get out of our own way on this issue! One hour later, my South African teammate confirmed that yes, today is the first day of spring, it’s the only “first day of” the country officially celebrates, and oh yea – the rain is on its way! :-/
Happy First Day of Spring! 

Monday, August 29, 2011

Pilanesburg Game Park


August 26 – 28th

Over the past several years, camping has become a large part of my life. Every summer I attempt to fit in a few trips. This summer, what with the whole changing my life thing, I was unable to camp in New Hampshire prior to my departure date. I was extremely disappointed, but I reminded myself that in a short time I’d be camping in a world I’d never known before. Where I had once been aware of raccoons and bear, I was now prepared to be on the look out for scouring monkeys! Pilanesburg promised to be an incredible experience – and it didn’t disappoint.

The sun sets fairly early here in South Africa this time of year. Chelsea and I managed to set up our borrowed tent in plenty of time to grab our camping chairs, a beer, and socialize with the others before darkness settled in. My stomach was feeling better, and relaxing in sweatpants and a sweatshirt increased my contentment.  A total of nearly 90 people attended the retreat, and all of them were gathered an hour or so after sunset in the Boma area for a braai (local word for BBQ). The food was delicious; the fire was decent (I’ve seen many high quality fires in my days! I’m hard to impress J ); and the company was excellent. After some lame excuses for smores (SAfrica is not home to graham crackers), some reminiscing of hiring stories, and tales of safaris past from the returning staff members, I decided to call it a night early with the hopes of feeling even better by morning.

My alarm woke me from a surprisingly solid sleep at 5:30am. The park opened at 6:30 for the first drive. From the warmth of my borrowed sleeping bag, I could hear the now familiar calls of birds mixed with a new hollering sound – a sound I could only assume came from the monkeys lurking in the trees on the outskirts of the camping area just waiting to raid our tents. We brushed our teeth, dressed in multiple layers, grabbed a box of Honey Nut Cheerios for sustenance, and climbed into Kaitlyn’s car with cameras in hand. Chelsea had scored us seats in our new friend’s car the night before – an incredibly lucky win! This meant we each had a window to roll down and look out of as opposed to cramming onto a bus with only a few windows that opened and at least a dozen others vying for the spots. With the sun rising above the ridges of the mountains, we passed through the gates and into the wild.

Not long into the drive I realized I had not brought my extra batteries and my camera was not far from running out. I was overcome with disappointment and had to force myself not to miss the incredible views around me because of my lack of battery life. This was not an easy task being that I truly enjoy taking photographs. After some wildebeest sightings and a stop off at a hide overlooking a watering hole, which gave no opportunity for pictures, we drove by a general store (the one and only inside the park) and I eased my troubles with some double A batteries! Now, I was free to snap away.

Over the course of the next five hours, the four of us drove around a large portion of the park. Kaitlyn, who happens to love game drives, was an incredible guide with lots of useful information about the animals we were seeing. I learned many things, but particulary enjoyed finding out that when you see impalas and wildebeest alone, it is because they have been ousted by their herds. Apparently, male impalas travel with a harem of around 12 lady impalas. The males will all but starve themselves to ensure they protect their “belongings.” The lack of food makes them weaker, and consequently, other males (looking for harems of their own) will attack and try to steal the females. In addition, wildebeest will be found separated from their herds when they have “messed up.” Males can be kicked out of the herd and left alone if they fail to perform or cause problems. Nature is a wonderful thing!

Although I took many pictures of the wildebeest at first glance, they quickly became the squirrels of South Africa, and no longer was I desperate to capture their boney, black and grey bodies on film. We saw many impalas and bucks of varying kinds grazing in the dry grass. Giraffes were all over the place, but with their awkward bodies and beautiful markings, I never grew tired of seeing them. We saw a very limited amount of elephant from a far distance, as well as a few rhino from afar, which was very disappointing. However, the small group of hippos we saw resting alongside a watering hole made up for that, and the elusive leopard we happen to witness stalking near a tree just about topped the weekend! Apparently seeing a leopard is not likely. Thanks to Corinne and her fantastic eyesight, this moment easily goes down as one of the top.

Pilanesburg Game Park is actually set within the caldera of an old volcano. The land we explored rests among gorgeous mountains and is scattered with vegetation and water spots. Although the land is very dry and brown due to the winter season and lack of rain, it was extremely breathtaking. As far as you could see, nature showed itself in the most gorgeous of ways. Whether it was the blue sky juxtaposed with the brown rolling hills or the twisted and mangled trunks of trees I’ve never seen before, Pilanesburg was a welcome change from the developed, traffic-laden land of JoBurg.

A shower was first on my agenda after returning from our 5 and a half hour game drive (I am not a fan of showering while camping, but if the facilities are there – I’m not going to deny it!). Some downtime filled the next few hours, during which I was able to chat with some women I hope to become better friends with. At about 3:30, Chelsea and I, equipped with some more snacks, climbed into the back of Marcus and Beth’s Pugeot and took off for Round #2. 

Our goals were to see elephant and rhino up close, and for Beth and Marcus to catch a glimpse of the leopard. No leopard sightings, very little progress in the search of close encounters with rhinos, but we checked off close sightings of elephants! As we were snapping pictures of a young elephant eating some grass just off the side of the road, we inched the car forward – right in the path of the mama elephant and another baby! “Should I back up? Should I back up? Should I back up?” Marcus repeated as the three of us scrambled to take pictures out the window of the massive creature about 30 meters away from us! With giggles, delight, and excited exclamations, we left the Pugeot right where it was and snapped picture after picture of the (now) family of 5 elephants grazing less than 200 feet away – who could care less that we were near by.

Fueled by the high of such an incredible experience and motivated by the less than half an hour we had to exit the park, we took off down the road back toward the front gate. We stopped to take some pictures of giraffe and zebra foraging alongside the mountain. Of course the better shots always come from outside the car, but since a park official had spoken us to earlier about getting out of the car, we decided the next best thing was to sit in the windows! As silly as if we were running on no sleep and nitrous oxide, Chelsea, Beth, and I rode nearly the rest of the drive with our butts resting on the doors and our upper bodies taking in the clean SAfrican air. In that moment I forgot I had only just met Beth and Marcus 3 short weeks ago and become closer with Chelsea – I was among good people having an incredible experience, with majestic mountains and wild African animals as the backdrop to it all.

Another braai, a substantially better fire, and even more quality conversation filled the time between our return and my bedtime. Seven hours later, my alarm woke me again to a new day and one final game drive with Marcus and Beth. Our mission today was to find the lions. Apparently, the night before while we were hanging out car windows, another group witnessed a lion attack on a young elephant. Three lionesses attempted to take a baby down, but to no avail. The adult elephants surrounded the lions and eventually made it away safely. However, it was easy to assume that as darkness fell, those lionesses were going to attempt their attack again, and we hoped to spot the remnants of it that morning. Also on our goal list was to get up close and personal with some rhino and that hidden leopard.  Although we managed to find the tree the leopard was said to be resting in, we were not successful in spotting it again. Without binoculars it’s hard to say I saw them, but the three lionesses were prowling far off in the distance along the mountainside. Four hippos were sound asleep in a watering hole we passed. “Are those rocks? Nope! They’re hippos!!”

The highlight of the morning, aside from the incredibly delicious breakfast buffet we partook in at a local lodge, was our close encounter with a rhino. We almost drove by it originally but managed to spot its enormous leathery body snacking off in the trees. Marcus backed up to allow for better pictures, and as he did, the rhino meandered through the trees and tall grass – right toward our car. It was not in a threatening way, but rather in a “I don’t care if you staring at me – I have places to go” kind of way. With windows rolled down completely, we chronicled its journey out of the trees, onto the road directly behind our car, and across to the awaiting grass. It’s grey, leathery skin wrinkled as it lugged its massive body across the dirt road. It’s tiny, beady eyes watched us as it’s tusk led it in the direction of food. As quickly as the rhino had approached our car and passed it, he was gone. That just happened!

Our journey to Pilanesburg ended as the busses pulled away at 10:45am. The campsite was empty and void of all AISJ employees. Our retreat was over but it had certainly proven to be a most incredible experience. Thinking about my weekend, filled with three of South Africa’s BIG 5, loads of other wild animals, and the makings of some great new friendships, I felt content. My life is exciting and slowly filling with experiences I will never forget! 

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The Week of Pilanesburg

August 25, 2011

Several months ago, while I was still a resident of New Hampshire, I received an email from Justin (the middle school counselor). It was an invitation to join the AISJ staff on its annual retreat to Pilanesburg Game Park for a weekend of camping and safari drives. Without any hesitation I replied with a "yes" and immediately could not wait to set up my tent and prepare my camera!


The week of Pilanesburg was a big week. Wednesday was payday! FINALLY! Budgeting is not something I excel at; therefore, it has been quite a challenge living off VERY LITTLE rand for the past few weeks. Thursday was Open House for the Elementary School, which brought surprisingly very little stress into my life thanks to the wonderful 4th grade team I am a part of. Friday was an early release day – entirely for the purpose of allowing the staff plenty of time to get to Pilanesburg before dark! It was a great week! Except for when it wasn’t…

After Open House, I went home to pack my bag. My stomach made it clear to me it was hungry, so I had some hummus and pretzels and a glass of red wine as I rolled my sleeping bag and packed my warm clothes. As I moved on to pack the food in my duffle bag, I convinced myself having popcorn would be a great idea. When Chelsea came over to pack the cooler with the essentials (Windhook Lager, white wine, and some Hunter’s Cider), I shared a small piece of dark chocolate with my camping buddy. She left and we were all smiles as we looked ahead to what was sure to be a fantastic weekend! As if closing the door was the cue, my stomach knotted up completely. Instantly, I was overcome with nausea. I figured it was probably the ridiculous combination of food I scarfed down at 9:30 at night, and I hoped it would just settle eventually. I was wrong.

Ever since I was little, getting sick (and I mean actually getting sick) has made me cry. It’s probably a combination of the misery of the actual act paired with the awful lack of control. I am pleased to say that for the first time I can remember, no full-fledged tears escaped my eyes this time! Although I almost cried because I was miserable and alone, I reminded myself it wouldn’t help the situation.  After an uncomfortable couple of hours, I finally fell into a restless sleep, only to wake at 5am with a very upset stomach. I couldn’t believe I was sick, and that there was a chance camping would not be in my future.

I went to school – not a chance I was going to call out today! I felt pretty much like crap for the whole morning. Now the tears were not far away. The thought of missing this weekend was so disappointing. Witnessing the paleness of my face and my obvious discomfort, my wonderful teammates insisted I go home and nap. The thought seemed ridiculous, but I decided to try my luck with Terry (my principal).

I have worked in two schools prior to AISJ, and I have been blessed to work for two incredible principals. Terry is no exception. He is laid back, motivated, a visionary and just plain awesome! His response to my request for a nap: “Go home. Sleep for a bit. I don’t want you to miss this weekend.” WHO SAYS THAT?! Like I said, he is awesome. So, with his blessing I went home, napped for an hour and a half, and returned to school to catch the bus. I was nowhere close to 100%, but I was ready to risk it for a weekend with the wilds of Africa. 

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

LIFE

8/23/11


I’m listening to John Mayer bust out some Why Georgia as I am sitting down to write this post. Aside from this being my favorite song of his, it seems fitting that the moment my fingers began pressing keys his voice sang “I wonder sometimes about the outcome…am I living it right?” - the “it” obviously referring to life.  If you were sitting with me currently you’d be subject to my pathetic attempt at singing a duet with Mr. Mayer (with my retainers slurring my speech), and I would also be sharing with you that I do believe I am living “it” right.

I truly appreciate all of the comments on this blog, emails, posts on Facebook, IMs on Skype from my family and friends. Not a day goes by that I don’t feel loved and supported. The love, support, and encouragement all of you send me, even when you don’t express it outwardly, is felt and continues to provide me with all the strength I need to live this new life in South Africa. I am a very self-aware woman, and I will be the first to admit that I am as emotional as they come. Many of you probably never thought I’d actually move 8,000 miles away – Hell, I never thought I’d actually do it! J But here I am. I figured at this point in my journey I’d have bought out the local Woolworths of Kleenex, but to my surprise, I am adjusting very well.

Do not let this confidence and optimism fool you; I am missing the US, New Hampshire, HOME immensely. Not a day goes by that I don’t wish Lori was with me, Teq was trying to bite me as I left my parents’ house, I was on the beach playing frisbee with the crew, driving my CR-V (on the right side of the road), seeing the kids grow up, or making dinner with the ladies at Girl’s Night. However, my life has taken a new turn, and as difficult as it is to leave my comfort zone at home, I find myself here in JoBurg: living in my two bedroom apartment with locks on every door, driving a used white Jetta (on the left side of the road with my purse in the trunk), trying to catch Lori every chance I get on Skype, soaking up every conversation with mum and dad, taking pictures of wild African animals, teaching children who have traveled to more places in the world than I ever will, meeting new friends who will never replace the old but certainly add to my life, eating dinner with Chelsea while watching Grey’s Anatomy episodes on my computer, and becoming a better person because of it all.

My new friend Evelyn said to me the other day, as I was getting frustrated about the fact that the South African customs is holding hostage a box mum and dad sent me, “We have to remember – we aren’t in America any more. We are in a whole new country. This is Africa.” I get frustrated sometimes about not being able to leave my windows open in the house, locking my purse in the trunk while I’m driving, paying exorbitant fines to customs for ridiculous reasons, the persistent men and women who shove flyers and goods at you while you are stopped at a red robot (traffic light!), or the milk that goes bad in three days because there is no pasteurization. But, then I remind myself that if I didn’t want change – I shouldn’t have packed up and moved to the other side of the world. “This is Africa.”

In about 7 hours, I will have officially been in this country for one month. I have bought a car and grown comfortable sitting on the right side of it, begun to make a home, spent nearly 18,000 Rand, not had a single Diet Coke, taught - for nearly two full weeks - children from 10 different nationalities, and seen my very first lion, zebra, giraffe, cheetah, hyena, and springbok from the unsteady perch atop a Segway. I miss my family with every breath I take. I miss my friends and the peace and comfort they bring to my life. I miss my home and feeling a sense of belonging there. BUT – This is Africa. I’m in Africa.

I, Mandy Akerley - super emotional, wear my heart on my sleeve, homebody Akerley - am living on my own among new faces, new challenges, new everything…and I am truly enjoying it all. I am happy. I am definitely living “it” right. 

Monday, August 22, 2011

My little man



a deadbolt on the door - R300
an alarm system for the door from mum and dad - insane amount of money thanks to customs
a small bottle of mace to keep by my bedside table - R75

a small, fierce wooden man to protect me and my home day and night......

priceless!

(actually, R300 after talking the seller down from R450 at the African Craft Market)

I love him....

Friday, August 19, 2011

Classroom Video - Math Games - Day#2

Below is a video I took in class on the second day of school. The kids were having a great time and stayed on task the whole math block. The amount of focus and effort these students put into their work is impressive. Hopefully you'll enjoy those accents you can hear.




Thursday, August 18, 2011

Merry Christmas!!


What would you put in a box and ship 8,000 miles across the ocean if you moved to South Africa? What did I put in mine? Well, it was hard to remember what I packed and shipped because it has been nearly a month now since I taped up my 18x18x18 boxes and sent them on their way. For the past three weeks, I have lived in a fairly empty apartment; void of pictures on the wall, my Pampered Chef kitchen supplies, my winter coats, and so much more! That all ended today!  At 10:30 this morning, my shipment was delivered! It felt like Christmas anticipating the treasures that hid inside those four boxes! I think the item I am most excited to reunite with is my slippers. Never again will I lay my bare feet down on cold wooden floors! Oh, and for those of you who have been following my blog, I have shaved my legs...but now I can use my good razor! :) 

Suddenly my apartment has bits of home scattered from corner to corner. I walk in my bedroom, and I see the pillow Lor made me on my bed. Near the bedside table rests my field hockey stick. My running medals will be hung on that empty wall I've been staring at for 3 weeks. My wooden angels stand guard on the mantle next to photographs of my family. My long wooden sign PORTSMOUTH is awaiting placement over my living room door. Magnets decorate the bare face of my fridge. 

AND - I finally have a coat to keep me warm on these frigid South African winter mornings. I think, next to the Lion Park, bringing my shipment boxes back to my apartment has been one of the highlights of life here in JoBurg. There's no place like home - but adding pieces of home to my new dwelling sure makes it feel close!