Showing posts with label south africa travel. Show all posts
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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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Saturday, March 27, 2021

South Africa: The Wild West and The Wild Coast…

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Wild seems to be an appropriate word to describe the start to this year. Whether it’s been a lost hippo roaming the streets of our neighbouring suburb Fourways; a brush with the darker side of humanity and life in the city of Johannesburg; or an experience in the most remote and untouched part of South Africa; It Has Been Wild!

Just your average local news...

There was a two-week delay to the start of the school year out here in SA as we rode the second wave of Covid (which was just as well with a hippo on the loose). We decided to have some batteries wired up to the mains electricity due to government power outages being ever more frequent. As a result of this power supply unpredictability, batteries are in high demand as well as being an expensive commodity. In a population where so few can afford them, and at a time where job security is so fragile, crime is unfortunately inevitable. Our engineer, Neville, fitted ours without a problem, but as he returned to complete the job on the second day, fully laden with the batteries for his next client, he was hijacked at our security gate by two gunmen who stole his van, with the batteries inside, and drove over him as they got away. Thank goodness he was just bruised and shaken up, and not more seriously hurt, and thank goodness for a security check point before our house, otherwise the action would have unfolded in our front garden, with all the children at home learning remotely. South African’s are hardy folk, because they have to be, and so within two days of his ordeal, Neville was back to finish the job, albeit staying alert and in a bit of pain. It is without doubt the darker side of South African life and a product of the wealth divide ever present in day-to-day life. For one day it came uncomfortably close, and our little estate became like the Wild West!

Home learning: the 2021 way...

The entrance to our estate and the
spot where our engineer was hijacked.


In February we joined Laurence’s university friends for a long weekend camping on the Wild Coast. A place so remote it took twelve hours to drive there, along dirt roads, through jungle, and around goats, cows, pigs, chickens, and the occasional machete wielding four-year-old! We shared a beach with a herd of cows and goats, and a river with some jumping fish. The children roamed wild from dawn til dusk, only to return for food. To the local tribe it is called Pondo Land and is the area that Nelson Mandela grew up. To me it is the most beautiful place on Earth, and I could have stayed forever…


An African rondavel. Country living.

Our descent into Manteku Camp, Wild Coast.


A beach to ourselves...

Except for the herd of cows and goats!

At the mouth of the Mzintlava River.

Joel as my spotter on the canoe.

Manteku Camp.

A local Pondo lady using a poykie pot
 to cook traditional bread.

All the kiddies playing together on the sand dune.

We have been lucky enough to squeeze in a second weekend away camping this March, before Summer finally draws to a close. Just north of Johannesburg, in Magaliesburg, there are some beautiful gorges, so we went hiking and rock pooling there with friends. At the campsite we were raided routinely at dawn by a troop of monkeys which, as Brits and therefore new to this experience, we thoroughly enjoyed. Our unfortunate teenage camping neighbours, who were yet to rise one morning, had three monkeys sitting like humans in their camping chairs and hammock, helping themselves to some pringles left out on the table from the night before. A South African man, who was perhaps not enjoying the moment like us fresh faced foreigners, came bounding out from behind a bush to spoil the party; with arms spread wide, carrying a rock in either hand, and making deep guttural grunting noises like a big monkey, he scared the party revellers away! If ever there was a real life ‘Animal Farm’ moment, this was it!


The girls enjoying a rock slide in the river.


Rock pooling in the gorge.

A monkey hanging out with us on our car.

So, there we have it…wild animals, wild humans, and a wild world. South Africa has it all in spades, and the Wild Willmore’s are fitting right in…

Lots of love to the Northern Hemisphere as you finally emerge from winter. I hope Easter is a truly joyous celebration.  Let the Covid compliant Spring and Summer adventures begin!

Jess xxx

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New uniform for Amelie and
Elowen in Grades 5 and 4.

Back to school for Joel for his
3rd year in Kindergarten with his
 lovely teacher Mrs Cardoso.

Just a nice photo, having coffee at Mugg and Bean.

Birthday celebrations for me,
with half of Laurence's siblings...

With Ann and Caroline, friends and fellow teachers.
Saying a fond farewell to Caroline as she
returns to the UK (and into hotel quarantine).

My wonderful hockey team at the end
of a great summer season.

Easter celebrations for Joel
at his Waldorf Steiner School.


Monday, December 28, 2020

Pinkies and Penguins


It’s been rather a while since writing my last post, and it’s a house move that has kept us busy. Add to this a break in Cape Town with Laurence’s sisters, a few trips to hospital with Joel and Amelie, and an expensive lightning strike, and you will have a complete picture of Willmore life in South Africa these past four months.
Cape Town, 2020

Let us begin with the hospital trips… Way back in September, when life was no less simple, we decided to take the children ice skating to celebrate Amelie’s 10th birthday. Outnumbered three children to two adults, we stepped on to the ice; and with the dangerous combination of over confidence and lack of skill, we began our ice-skating adventure. A rogue plastic penguin spinning out of control towards Joel was to begin the day’s drama, as it caused him to fall, and in turn caused Elowen to skate over his finger. Ouch! One child off to hospital. Laurence and the girls continued their speed skating extravaganza weaving through the crowds and building on their once-a-year experience on ice. Suddenly, someone skated across Amelie’s path forcing her to perform the lesser known ‘shoulder on ice’ stop, a.k.a. a nasty shoulder breaking fall. Off to a different hospital with Amelie we went (to preserve parental dignity) to end what was a somewhat disastrous birthday outing, but one quite fitting for the year 2020.

Joel with his pinkie glued together

Amelie in a sling with a nasty crack
to her humerus 

We escaped Johannesburg in the school holidays that followed, for a break in Cape Town, and stayed with Laurence’s sisters, who live in this coastal capital city, and who indulge in the surfing, snorkeling, sailing, and trail running lifestyle that is on offer. Cape Town lies on the South West tip of Africa where the Indian Ocean meets the Atlantic Ocean. The latter is a lot colder and fiercer, so with children in tow, and my love of ice-cold water waning, we opted for the beaches on the Indian Ocean side, and truly embraced the magic of the seaside. With South Africa’s borders still shut at this point and therefore beaches quite empty, we indulged in rock climbing at Windmill Beach, an area of outstanding natural beauty; being chased by waves at Fish Hoek; burying Joel in the sand at Llandudno; and even seeing real penguins in their natural habitat near Boulders Beach; it was the perfect antidote to six months inside, (and an opportunity for Joel to make his peace with the penguins).

Rock climbing at Windmill Beach


Being chased by waves at Fish Hoek

A Joel head on Llandudno Beach

A baby penguin in the bushes
surrounding Boulders Beach

The calm of Cape Town was to precede the storm of Johannesburg, metaphorically and literally, as we prepared to move to a new house in October, and as we entered Johannesburg’s season of stormy weather. It was a stressful move, as they always are, and it was sad to say goodbye to our little community (or cluster) of ten houses, but it was exciting to move out of a rental and into a house of our own; a beautiful, thatched house that could be mistaken for a game lodge if it were not for the surrounding suburbia. Eight days into house ownership, and in the middle of a game of hide and seek however, a particularly ferocious storm arrived. Safe in the knowledge that our thatch has a lightning conductor to protect it, we innocently carried on with our game, naïve to our impending doom! The lightning struck us with an almighty crack, causing the house alarm to ring out, the lights to go off and the children to emerge from cupboards screaming. It was the ground that was hit, and with an electric gate, fence, and sprinkler system on a long list of things to repair, we have learnt that electrics in a Johannesburg house require surge protection and a lot of crossed fingers during an electrical storm. Let’s hope the saying rings true that lightning never strikes the same place twice, and that our next game of hide and seek is somewhat less dramatic!


Goodbye Bishopstone

Hello Acacia House!

Testing out the new pool...

The Buttercup 2 Preschool in the township of Cosmo City has gone from strength to strength in the last three months. October saw many newcomers as people started to find work again post lockdown and require childcare. With fourteen children attending, and many more signed up to start in 2021, a new room is being built by the landlord to accommodate the growing preschool. It is quite an incredible turn around and would not have been possible without support from the UK, so thank you very much to all those who have helped over the course of this year.

So, as we come to the end of a crazy, unpredictable year, and the end to our second year of Willmore Adventures in South Africa, there is a real sense of Mother Nature being at the centre of it all. For us it has been in her awesome beauty in Cape Town, her incredible power in an electrical storm in Johannesburg, and her ability to bring society to a standstill with the global pandemic. There have been many reactions to this pandemic, but the support shown to Buttercup 2 Preschool from my friends in the UK is something to treasure, and a light in the darkness of 2020.

I hope you all had a peaceful Christmas in whatever form that took, and I look forward, with hope, to a better 2021 for everyone.

Lots of love,

Jess xxx

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A few extra photos...

Spring celebrations at school
back in September



Joel's Spring Celebration

No time to get changed at Muizenburg Beach!

Some classic sand castling on
Windmill Beach, Cape Town

Sibling love at Llandudno

Finding washed up starfish at Fish Hoek

A bit of seaweed dragging
 at Fish Hoek


Meeting up with Laurence's Varsity buddies

A walk around the foot of Table Mountain with Laurence's
sisters, Gina and Ash, and brother in law, Phil.

The Gibson Family - Laurence's step dad and mum

November - Joel turns six!