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AFRICA - HERE I AM

The warm sun rays I laugh at my big window in Kumasi Cafe, it's half past eight clock and like every morning I drink my delicious Cafe Latte here and watch as the Ashanti Hostel wakes up slowly. Yes the last 2 weeks I have been here ... stop ... A cold shiver runs down your spine. Today, exactly 2 weeks I'm here in Cape Town landed, now with two huge backpacks, 8 kilos of excess baggage and two days of not sleeping, 10 hours stop over in Abu Dhabi. The cold chill on my back is gone and I feel the warmth of the sun, just a perfect morning.

Such was not even 2 weeks ago. Full of optimism, "at last at the finish - yes here I am Africa" I came to the Immigration Office and any further. "Good morning madame" It sounded kind of my mouth and I reached the big mom behind the counter my passport counter with a big smile. She looked at me seriously and then came out to meet even the sentence I was afraid of me "Where is your return ticket to Germany". Of course I had no return ticket to fly to Germany since I was planning not as fast back to the homeland. But I knew also that the conditions for entry into South Africa are very strict and that "officially" only 90 days with a return ticket to the land must. No discussion was possible, so I was bent slightly to the ticket office there for me to buy a return ticket, I did not have another choice, there was nothing to negotiate with the big breast. Arriving at the ticket office, sat a colored smiling at me kind sir ... "is can I do for you darling?" ... oh, those words sounded we Balm for my heart. I loathed my chance, and sometimes it is not so bad a "little blonde girl" with a "big smile" to be. So I put all the energy I had, after 30 hours of flight, smiled at him, tell him I was a teacher (which is true) and will visit several schools here in South Africa to expand my knowledge and my experience horizon. I think the smile came to my despair, and also a few things he typed in his computer and Nero Ahead I had a return ticket to Abu Dhabi - which of course was only a false ticket to the big breast the Immigration Office to satisfy. It was as if I someone had sent an angel, I would prefer jumped over the counter and had the man pressed a big kiss on the cheek, but I thought I had better not not to make too much attention, in my situation still unresolved. Back at Big Mamma, a serious look and I had the stamp in the passport

WOHOOO, with tears in my eyes I finally walked into South African soil.

The drive from the airport to the Hostel Ashanti, my old and new home took, I noticed in a trance. I was all excited, slipped from a butt cheek to the other, my tears again shot in the eye than Table Mountain is built right in front of me ... I the sea - deep breath Verena, so now I'm here in my dream, South Africa.

Here in the hostel I was so warmly received, there were lots of cuddle sessions and above all it was a lot to tell. It felt as if I was never gone, and it noted 10 months were waiting for this moment behind me.

arrived Friday morning, at noon cured simultaneously with Cal (my best private Touri Local / Club Guide) to Camps Bay and into the waters, sea water of 32 degrees in Thailand, to 13 degrees from the water here ... brrr.

On Saturday I was able to start right in my new job and since I work almost every day in Kumasi Cafe at the bar a super casual job, you'll my case. It has a lot to do with people is right in life, good music, chilled atmosphere and did some crazy parties, the experience I could have ... and note incidentally I still earn money. Well money can not call it really. I get my food and Lodgie free, and an hourly wage of 13 Rand (which is 1 €). But what should the payment terms here in South Africa do not expect anymore. This is not about earning more money, no, for most people is about to pay their bills and live simply. This feeling is incredible, the city and its people have so much vibe. You always get smiles meet in the evenings, people sit outside at the Sundowner Cocktail or a cold Savana (Cider popular here) and it is to feel a gratitude to be able to simply live here.

Yes to this "way of living" is not like me to adapt too hard and now I'm here for 2 weeks and it feels just like as if my soul has arrived.

Yet for me, very impressive experience that I witnessed here was allowed:

One of my very close friends here, Jemaine, is a so-called "colored" and I had the honor of him to accompany last Sunday at his family party. You can imagine, big family, all in color and I in the middle with my blond hair. The little kiddies I have first examined very skeptical, with whom there is because Uncle Jemaine ... yes, but half an hour later I was sitting right in the middle school books to me loud and it was read read and read ... the heart of the teacher is always stop by again.

We have moved there from morning to evening and Jemaine has warned me before, "there will be a lot of food", clearly I thought, as we hold ... no you you can not imagine the amount of food, madness ... I was fattened, but must say has also tasted delicious. It was a wonderful day, the family took me so warmly received, there was laughing so much and talked so much; It was, of course, prayed and ate. It was so nice to see how grateful they were all to come together, that they are doing so well and how much they appreciate all that. I was bombarded with questions and equal time was invited to the Family Camping in the new year ... wow a day that you would never see a tourist, a day has made me again realize that it was the right decision to live here not forever, but for a while. Today I'll look
me a few WG's, although I feel very comfortable here in Ashanti. The light chain depends on the hammock and also at the door of the pool, what more could you want. I share my room with just a crazy Dutch, 38, and a handsome Zimbabweans, 26
HERE I AM AFRICA ... 2 weeks, which is already so much happening, from the spider bite and a day hospital on cortisone drip, a fantastic Wailers Concert (Bob Marley is alive), a Halloween Party, a Hip Hop Party with me as the only white man the funny has swung her hips, a pumpkin soup cooking session for the whole staff here, and countless small moments of satisfaction.

The last words I have you on this fine Friday morning will give to you:

"Do not dream your life, live your dreams".