Showing posts with label Christmas in South Africa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas in South Africa. Show all posts

Sunday, January 23, 2022

Saving Lives and Saving Face!

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Drama at sea has shaped our summer holidays here in South Africa. From Port Elizabeth to Coffee Bay, we’ve tested the waves and tested our knowledge. Here is a peak into this summer’s Willmore Adventure.

Online school in French, preparing for Christmas, recovering from Covid, and questioning my sanity…the lead up to Christmas was somewhat hectic to say the least. So, when they arrived, we celebrated the holidays with great relief. We enjoyed a Christmas day in Jo’burg with Laurence’s mom’s family, complete with a summer’s Christmas day swim. Usually everyone politely refuses my mulled wine in high summer, but this year the weather was mild enough for it to be a hit! And then shortly after Christmas, as with the rest of Johannesburg, we set off for the coast, our destination being Port Elizabeth to visit Laurence’s stepmom, Bev.


Christmas Day swim!

Christmas celebrations at our house,
complete with mulled wine.

I spoke in my last post about all the regional African languages that South Africa has, and as a result it’s rich cultural history. Whilst the colonialists were quite good at replacing it with their own, native African history is now making its rightful return. Port Elizabeth, named as such in 1820 after a Governor’s wife, in 2021 became Gqeberha, which is the name of a river in the Eastern Cape Province where PE is located and home to the Xhosa people. It’s a mouthful for even the most experienced Xhosa speaker, with the G followed by a click, but it’s a great opportunity for people to learn something of the history of the area. So, we were in fact headed to Gqeberha for our holiday.

A map of South Africa where you can see
Port Elizabeth, now Gqeberha, in the Eastern Cape.

On one sunny and slightly windy day, whilst standing at the sea’s edge and wondering if I was going to get in after counting to three or simply just going to return to my towel, the lifeguards rather dramatically sprinted past me complete with yellow surfboard and red 'David Hasselhoff' float. Everyone naturally went very quiet and watched as they paddled out to what we later realised was a non-swimmer who had been swept out of her depth. I naturally went to count my family members, seeing that the girls were together jumping shallow waves and Joel was throwing a ball to a dog. It was only when I started to look for Laurence that I realised he was in the thick of the action and had been the first to respond to the lady in distress. He kept her afloat until the lifeguards reached them, after which, like a superhero, he emerged from the water back to the shore. I felt so proud of him that I wanted to tell everyone on the beach that he was my husband! Well done Laurence for being so perceptive and quick to react! It is rather ironic however, that, 24 hours earlier, the opposite could be said of Laurence about his wife. Said wife, aka me, was frolicking in the waves and enjoying a good body surf, when a particularly strong wave caught her off guard. The strength of said wave caused a rather unfortunate underwater wardrobe malfunction otherwise known as, ‘bikini bottoms lost at sea’! And whilst Laurence came to her rescue and the bikini bottoms were restored to their rightful place, I’m not sure that when she emerged from the water that day, he saw a superhero in her, nor do I think he wanted to tell everyone that she was his wife! But we were able to laugh about it all the same. Well done Jessica for maintaining a sense of humour!

A visual of David Hasselhoff complete with
'Baywatch' red float and yellow surf board, ha!

The girls surfing the waves at Sardinia Bay,
where all the drama unfolded...

Races on the Sardinia Bay sand dunes.

New Year's Eve celebrations
sitting outside in the summer heat.

After a wonderful week in Gqeberha, we travelled up the east coast to a remote area called Coffee Bay on the Wild Coast. Named after washed up cargo of coffee that promptly grew along the coastline, it is the last village in the Xhosa territory before the Mthatha River and Pondoland beyond. We spent 2 days kayaking and exploring with a guide, Mzo, who told us about Coffee Bay and the folklore and fairytales of the local culture. One particular tale was that of the sea people who live underwater, ready to snatch an unsuspecting child who would dare to show them their knees under the water. It was a story to instill fear of the sea in a young child growing up on the shores of Coffee Bay so that they wouldn’t go in too far without an adult. He also explained that the ‘wild’ in Wild Coast was a reference to the sea and not the land, which I had previously assumed, and that the ship carrying coffee wrecked at sea was no one off accident but, in fact, a common occurrence.


Laurence, Amelie and Elowen
looking down over Coffee Bay.

An evening view from Coffee Bay.

Joel and I kayaking in the mangroves
on the Mthatha River.

Laurence and Amelie at the
mouth of the Mthatha River.


Another site at Coffee Bay of 'The Hole in the Wall',
another place filled with fairytales and folklore.

 So, with the help of Mzo and the local folklore at Coffee Bay, coupled with our experiences at sea the week before in the wild waters of Gqeberha, we certainly learnt our lesson to be extra careful in the sea off the Wild Coast. And, if in the future anyone dares visit those shores and dares to dip a toe in those waters, I can say with absolute certainty that the sea people will be lurking, ready to take their next victim. I can also say with absolute certainty that it would be prudent to take a one-piece swimming costume!

The heroics of Laurence and my unfortunate ‘Bikinigate’ drama will certainly go down in Willmore Folklore as we continue our adventures in South Africa in 2022. I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and a peaceful New Year. We can’t wait for our visit home this July! The countdown is on!

Lots of love,

Jess x  

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Thursday, January 23, 2020

Sun, Sea, Sand and a Standing Ovation!


We have discovered that it is possible to have both a tough and truly wonderful experience at the same time out here in South Africa. After the shock of Laurence’s father passing away, and with Christmas following so soon after, the last two months have been spent enjoying the company of Laurence’s family and the peace, or just the change, that comes at this time of year. A week by the coast in Port Elizabeth as well as some city fun in Johannesburg, it has been really special, and we have entered 2020 content and excited for the new year and all that lies ahead.

We said goodbye to Geoff towards the end of November. Laurence carried his dad at the funeral service with other family members, and spoke so beautifully about him, alongside his brother and sister, Gavin and Robyn. Geoff’s life flashed before us in photos, taking us on a unique journey – all the highs, all the best bits, all the love. Everyone came back to our house afterwards, which with Laurence’s huge family is no mean feat, but as these occasions do, it worked itself out and it turned out to be a really great day.
Our last photo with Geoff in October.
His favourite, and now Elowen's; playing games.

At the top of Lonehill's hill (Koppie). A perfect place to reflect.

It’s a funny time of year in South Africa, where there is a real sense of endings. I said goodbye to the children that I tutor at the township school as they move on to a new grade; Amelie, Elowen and Joel said goodbye to their friends and teachers at school as the six weeks of summer holidays began; and we counted down the days to Christmas and saying goodbye to a memorable decade.
Saying goodbye after an awesome year together

Christmas party at Riversands Primary School

End of term at Crawford Prep, Lonehill

I was on a bit of a mission this year to find, or just appreciate, Christmas in the sun. Our first stop was the market that runs on the grounds of Joel’s school. Bryanston Organic Market consciously slows the pace of life down and is a place of refuge in the rush of city life. At Christmas it opens at night, lit up like a European Christmas market, only with the feel of a Mediterranean summer’s evening. Sitting on hay bales to sing Christmas carols and meandering around the stalls, there was a relaxed and merry feeling, which was really enjoyable.

Christmas carols on hay bales.

A warm summer's evening at the moonlight market.
Candle making for Elowen and Joel at the moonlight market.

We also attended our local church for a Christmas carol service. At this point I should mention that Johannesburg had a fair amount of rain fall in December which meant that all the coal reserves had gotten very wet. Power stations therefore ceased working and electricity ran out. So, it was a rather atmospheric carols by torchlight, which was actually great fun and a reminder of the fragility of the infrastructure at the moment out here in South Africa.
Christmas carols by torchlight!
Christmas itself was by the coast with Laurence’s stepmom, Bev. We hung stockings outside by the braai chimney, and Christmas morning was spent having fun in the pool. Over the course of the week, we tested out lots of beaches along the coast of Port Elizabeth, and dusted off the body boards, always mindful of strong currents and sharks! Many a board game was played, and a relaxed time was had by all.
Stockings hung by the braai chimney on Christmas eve.
Christmas morning in the pool.
Fort Willmore building with Daddy and Uncle Gavin

As safe as houses...

Running on the sand dunes at Maitland, Port Elizabeth.

Playing in a Lagoon in Kenton with cousins.

Family pic in Kenton minus Joel who was busy making
 a slime and strawberry cake at the time.

All of Laurence's Dad's family at Barnicles, Port Elizabeth.

At McArthur Pool, overlooking the Indian Ocean
 in Port Elizabeth
Back up in Johannesburg, our last Christmas activity was to see Peter Pan on Ice with Laurence’s mom, Lynn. The theatre itself is in a huge complex of buildings called Monte Casino, which is designed to look like an ancient Tuscan village. So, it felt like we were once again back in ‘the med’ for this fantastic event. The performance was truly magical and the level of skill, mind blowing. As with all performances, you never know quite when it will end with all the bows and extra songs and dances. I mention this because Joel’s bladder was in no doubt of when the performance needed to end… a.s.a.p!  Conscious not to ruin it for others, I resisted taking him until tears were running down his cheeks. It was no use; we weren’t going to make it to the end, and I was going to have to take him out. With a sigh of resignation, I stood up. But with timing that you couldn’t achieve if you tried, the theatre simultaneously erupted into a huge round of applause, and like a ripple effect from my seat, everyone also stood up. Without meaning to, I had instigated a standing ovation! I found myself having to join in rather heartily so as not to reveal my true intentions, but it did mean that poor Joel was left suffering for a few moments longer. We eventually made it out and Joel reached the toilet in time; a disaster was averted; and we had a very funny story to tell.
At Monte Casino having just seen Peter Pan On Ice.
So, we move forward to a new decade, a new school year, with a new family dynamic. Amelie has moved from the Foundation phase (Infants) to the Intersen Phase (Juniors); Elowen navigates life at school without her big sister around; and Joel returns to the same classroom, with the same teacher, which is exactly what he needs. Laurence and I enter a new decade of marriage, with all the ups and downs that marriage brings, but with an ever-growing love and respect for one another. Sun, sea, sand and a standing ovation; it’s been a glorious few months here in Africa.

10 years of marriage!
Back to school 2020!
 (It was a rushed morning, this was my only photo...)

From the Moloneys and Willmores, we wish you a kind and peaceful new year.

Lots of love x


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Some extra photos...
The Waldorf Advent Spiral Celebration with Joel at his school. 

End of year swimming gala for Elowen.

Christmas holiday fun with the Buttercup preschoolers

Summer holiday maintenance crew at the preschool.
Joel on sweeping.

Amelie on lawn mowing.

Elowen and blue pony on edges.

Piggy back wars with Auntie Gina and Uncle Phil.
Meeting up with a close school friend, Sophia,
 in Port Elizabeth.

Meeting the New Year's newest addition
 to the preschool, two month old Ollie.



Thursday, January 10, 2019

Christmas and New Year with the Elephants and Lions


Happy New Year One and All.

We have had a truly wonderful Christmas and New Year here in South Africa. From water parks to safari parks; Christmas day swims to surfing the New Year's waves; and braai after braai after braai after braai; it has been great to experience this all with our little brood and Laurence's family.

The lead up to Christmas was an interesting one. While I waited for all the triggers of sparkling lights, mulled wine and mince pies, Christmas markets, Christmas songs, and the familiar smell of Christmas trees, to lull me into the Christmas spirit; I was a little disappointed initially when it didn't materialise. And even when it did, singing 'In the bleak mid winter' in my shorts and t-shirt didn't seem quite right. You would have found me pacing round the house asking Laurence, "Where is Christmas?"




In my daily interactions with people I started to get a sense of what Christmas means to people out here. Over the years, a lot of people have moved to the cities to find work, leaving families in rural areas, or even in different countries like Zimbabwe. December is known as the 'builders holiday' and many people take a long holiday from work. People therefore make the long and dangerous journey home, having only been home once or twice in the year, to see loved ones and their home communities. So the lead up to Christmas was a combination of exhaustion at people not having had a break for a while, desperation at needing to earn enough money to get home, and a wonderful excitement as people prepared to go home to their families. So I began to see Christmas as a time to give generously, in time and money, for people's produce and service, in an effort to join in and help make Christmas a happy time for everyone. There was a sense of this spirit in Lonehill, and in the end, I realised I was enjoying Christmas in a different but thoroughly worthwhile way.

For Laurence, it too is about holiday with family, and it was such a pleasure to share that with him and his wonderful, and quite large (in number), family.


Whilst Laurence's mum, Lynn, lives near us in Johannesburg, Laurence's Dad, Geoff, lives on the coast in Port Elizabeth. So after a lovely Christmas with Lynn, we headed to Geoff's for New Year.

The 11 hour drive took us through vast swathes of countryside and through little rural towns and villages called 'dorps'. Surrounding the dorps are crop, cattle, sheep and ostrich farms. Often owned by the Afrikaans community, with the word 'Boer' meaning 'farmer', we got a glimpse of the slower pace of rural life. Many wind turbines called 'windpompes' are scattered over the landscape which pump water to the surface for the animals to drink from. They are quite iconic and show the dutch influence here in South Africa, and these were a constant feature on our drive. The occasional baboon or mongoose ran across the road in front of us as we drove along, and we even saw a sports field full of sheep, deployed to keep the grass short for the upcoming school term. It wasn't all rosy though, and the drive also featured us having pop corn thrown at our heads by those in the back, but if we would chose to drive 11 hours with children...

A windpompe creating a waterhole for the animals
A flock of sheep keeping the grass short on a school pitch
With Pops, Granny Bev and Auntie Robyn, in PE
We had great fun in Port Elizabeth, teaching the girls how to body board and spending time at the beach. I even squeezed in a Parkrun with Laurence's sister Robyn. Running along the sandy beach, with the swash of the waves at our feet, was an amazing experience. Next time I'll join the bare footers for this one!

Kings Beach, PE



Hobie Beach Parkrun, Port Elizabeth

We spent a day at a safari park where it was quite incredible how close we got to the animals. Watching the elephants silently plodding along with their kind eyes and long eyelashes was breathtaking and then all of a sudden somewhat nerve wracking as they walked towards us with no sense of changing direction! And seeing the harsher realities of life in a pride of lions eating a young buffalo they had caught that morning, was sobering. It was also interesting to discover the lengths which people will go to, to both protect and poach rhino. Safari parks will not mention whether they have any rhino just in case people have come to poach them. So like Lord Volemort in Harry Potter, the Rhino really is, 'he who shall not be named' out here in South Africa!

A big old elephant commanding the road

Female lion eating a young Buffalo

We are back home now in the last week of the summer holidays. The new school year begins on Wednesday 16th when routine can reign once more. The elephants and lions can hang up their trunks and manes until we descend on them again in a future school holiday.

I hope everyone had a great Christmas and New Year and that 2019 is both peaceful and kind.

As always, lots of love, Jess xxx