MWBF: Africa 2014
So I departed from Singapore in the early hours of the 26th of last month along with 40 odd more students and teachers from my school. It took us about 11 hours, a little bit of turbulence and an even little-r bit of sleep (at least in my case) to reach Johannesburg, South Africa. I don’t think I’ve felt days pass quicker than while we were there, but I enjoyed every share of it.
The people, both whom I went with and whom I met there, have all intertwined themselves sweetly and hauntingly into my consciousness. I don’t expect myself to remember every incident that happened while I was there but I won’t forget the interactions I’ve had with the people and their brushes, no matter how small, with my African experience.
The road trips, and hours and hours of blasting music in the bus with the windows open and shades on; the dozens of empty soda cans and chip packets. Travelling from country to country and crossing borders sometimes meant that we would spend an entire day on the bus but I can happily say that my bus mates always made the best of our time on board. Never thought that I would actually develop an emotional attachment to a vehicle, but in the case of our bus, arbitrarily named Yousouf, it was almost a tearful goodbye.
The camping, swatting insects in our tents and constantly feeling sandy; eating out of the bus and spraying copious amounts of dry shampoo into our hair. I think we’ve all become pros at pitching and un-pitching tents in under 10 minutes and grown immune to the presence of bugs in our sleeping quarters. I learned to appreciate at least 3 simple things that I so often took for granted back home:
1 – my bed
2 – my nightlight
3 – my toilet bowl
I must’ve given up on feeling clean within the first 2 days, but it was great fun with even greater people.
The wildlife, weather and culture. There couldn’t have been a better place more unlike home to escape to. I remember constantly switching between my beanie and sunglasses and hoodie-whoring the whole trip. Driving past countless wild horses, cows and occasional elephants grazing by the side of the road, waving at random strangers out the window and have them wave back. The up-close-and-personal encounters with the animals (both planned and unexpected), and the breathtaking sunrises and sunsets we had the pleasure of witnessing every day.
There are waaaaay too many memories for me to regurgitate onto here, and I don’t think that my vocabulary is diverse enough to even do them justice… so I shan’t try any further. Enjoy the pictures (some were taken off Facebook so credits to the respective photographers) and the videos that I put together. I’ve also made a playlist on 8tracks of the songs that remind me of the trip and mashed up 2 of the songs so do check that out if you’re interested! :)