April 2011

I left sunny South Africa and my school on the 29th of march and arrived in cold grey Canada, Toronto on the 30th. First time flying by yourself is actually quite scary! Not only did I drop my cell phone in water (with in the first 2 hours out of my 26 hour travelling trip) I was tired, bored, sitting next to yet again some odd person who wouldn't speak; I also had a little surprise; stopping in Dakar, Senegal for refuelling???



Yeah never been there before. I had absolutely no idea of this. After the stop my weird friend (Mr Mute) left me and a young girl with orange and blonde streaks, purple nail polish and orange hoody sat next to me. I decided I should start up a conversation as I thought it could be quite interesting if she was either from Dakar (don't know anything about it) or if she was from Canada as I would wonder why she was there. She was from Canada, British Columbia but she didn't really talk that much to me... awkward. She did tell me they were a group on a like social responsibility trip.

So I arrive in Washington after some sleep surprisingly. I remember thinking this is so weird I'm in America and this is the capital. I had no idea what it would be like. I saw tons of houses quite far away from each other but they were beautiful and big. There was still snow patches on the ground. I was expecting it to be extremely cold and put on my coat (even though no one else did). It was cold but I soon got quite hot especially from walking the full stretch of Dallas, Washington international Airport. Then I waited and spent my first American dollars on magazines and a book. When i think of it now it seems so childlike getting excited to spend foreign money, but you just cant help it i guess. Then off i went for my next flight to Toronto. Finally i was arriving back at this forgein country, my birth country. Seeing it properly for the first time, not as an infant.

There was a gay flight attendant which was quite entertaining but the flight was nice and short. I realised as i touched down that i didn't know how i was going to find Olivia Segsworth's mom as she was fecthing Fikile Shezi and I. I didn't have a cellphone or numbers to phone to. I got my bags and paid 2$ for a trolley (never would have to do that in South Africa) and i waited. Finally i started having a bit of a walk around after waiting and i saw fikile in the distance with two women. Figs was squinting her eyes as usual (due to her poor eyesight) and I happily embraced her. At that was first time i met Cinnie and Millie Segsworth. Such lovely people. Their most distinct features were Cinnie's bright lumo pink lips and Millie skiing stinks. Wow was Millie such an animated Granny. I could definitely call her family anyday!
From then on there was none stop chatting. I wasn't feeling tired at all until driving half way to Port Hope. Millie had been to South Africa before which was amazing to here how much she loved it. And Cinnie was so vibrant and young it was great chatting to her. How i miss them now actually.

At Port Hope we woke up and drove around the village it was so quaint. There were stunning old houses made of brick but also tons made of wood! It was so different for us.













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Exchange partners :)
Yeah we just chilling when its snowing