Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label travel. Show all posts

Wednesday, 23 October 2013

The time I kissed a hippo


Mwah!

When I was first told about Jessica, the world famous hippo, I couldn’t quite grasp what I was hearing. A hippo that had been saved just after birth, raised by humans, and is now the only one of her kind in the world that can be touched, fed, and even kissed?


Tonie and Shirley Joubert, Jessica’s ‘parents’, found her just hours after birth, washed up on the banks of the Blyde River near their house outside Hoedspruit. She had been swept downstream by the devastating floods of the year 2000. Thirteen years later and Jessica is now like a real daughter to the Joubert’s. While Tonie shows us one of the 91 documentaries about Jessica before our meeting with her, I hear a grunt from the river below the lapa. She is just as curious about us as we are about her.


Weighing in at a whopping 1040 kilograms, Jessica is a large, round bellied bundle of cuteness. Each of us gets a turn to feed her slices of raw sweet potato, stroke her on the nose, and give her Rooibos tea from 2l Coke bottles. “The tea has to be warm and sweet otherwise she won’t drink it,” says Tonie. When it is my turn to give her some tea I am astounded by her calm and sweet nature. Half her body is on the raft on the river and her eyes stare bizarrely at me as she waits, with mouth open, for her drink. I give it to her and then place a kiss on her wet and slightly hairy nose. It’s hard to believe that this is one of Africa’s deadliest animals, killing more humans than any other animal on the continent.






She may be deadly but she sure is a cutie

Once the feeding and drinking is done, she swims over to the side of the raft and everyone gets a chance to put their feet on her leathery back. “Are you afraid?” Tonie asks me while I remove my black sandals. “No, why?” I reply. “Do you mind getting a little wet?” He tells me to put my feet on her back and to wait until she holds her breath. Hippos hold their breath between 30 to 40 times a day. When she is ready, Tonie tells me to sit on her back. Sit on a hippo’s back? He assures me that it’s okay, and I do it. For about 20 seconds I sit, somewhat bewildered, on the back of a world famous hippo named Jessica. It was incredible!




Hi Jessica, it's Mignon. I'm just chilling here for a little while.
Please don't eat me?

We round up our adventure with a stop at the giant baobab (upside down restaurant) down the road from Jessica. It doesn’t matter that the restaurant is closed because we are too occupied climbing, hugging and photographing this unique and mind blowing piece of nature. We take in the beauty as the sun slowly sets and make our way home for some much needed rest. Have you met Jessica the Hippo?





Tuesday, 13 August 2013

The Great Trek: 175 years later

TASK: Write a 5 000 word non-fiction article

IDEA: Redo the Great Trek

AIM: Find some resemblance of an answer to the question: Who am I?

MISSION: 1175 KM (roughly)

175 years ago over 15 000 semi-nomadic boers packed their jawbone-shaped ox-wagons and headed for the unknown- the interiors of Southern Africa. Similar to these determined trekkers who left their homes in search of new life, I am leaving my home in search of a new beginning.

Following voortrekker leader Piet Retief's route as closely as possible, I will embark from Grahamstown on the 14th of August 2013 (tomorrow) and head for Pietermaritzburg. Driving in my blue Hyundai Getz, Frankie (named after 'ol blue eyes, Frank Sinatra), I will explore the rural Eastern Cape, the Orange Free State, and end my trek in the fertile land of KwaZulu-Natal.

I hope to get some clarity on where I stand on my identity as an Afrikaner and I not only want to try and answer the question, 'who am I' but also, 'am I or am I not an Afrikaner.' I hope that by travelling in the footsteps of my ancestors the answers to these questions will become more clear. My only plan is to get from Grahamstown to Pietermaritzburg in 10 to 12 days. I have not booked any accommodation, and I have no idea what awaits me. Just like my ancestors did not know what awaited them all those years ago.

This project is part of an assignment for my Writing and Editing Course in which I have to write a 5 000 word non-fiction article on any topic of my choice (this is my fourth and final year as a Journalism student at Rhodes University in Grahamstown, Eastern Cape). This blog is a digital diary of my trek- what I see, what I discover, what I lose, what I gain, what I hope for, and what I fear.

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