Weekend Wrap up: Science and Cocktails and Soweto Adventures

As I'm nearing the final count down this week has been a week of more "lasts" and a mad dash to pack. There's been quite a lot of tears and almost tears as I swing between missing my husband and wanting to teleport home and wanting to stay in my new home.

I had two great adventures this week as I begin to tie it all up here.

Cosmos Cocktail

My last Science and Cocktails at the Orbit.   I absolutely LOVE this monthly event and wish I could figure out a way to bring it to Chicago.  Do I have any readers with University affiliations that could help me make this happen (direct message me!).    The event is hosted at a jazz club once a month with a different science topic.   A professor or two gives a lecture, while the crowd sips bubbly science themed cocktails.  The lecture is followed by jazz.    This weeks lecture  was on the Cosmos and Project Spider and was given by  Dr. Cynthia Chiang. The project had UIUC affiliation. Go Illini!! It was both interesting and entertaining and at a level I could follow.  I'm also excited that I've now turned friends onto the event.  

After a little jazz it was off to Mash for a farewell party with the finance and marketing teams.  Time ran away from me again and before we knew it, it was three AM.  Oops.

I look like such a creeper.

So I was a little tired when my friend picked me up at 9am to celebrate Freedom Day by touring Soweto.  Freedom Day celebrates the first day all Africans were allowed to vote in the elections.

We first drove through the township avoiding the cows, chickens and goats in the road.  My friend is awesome, she kept pulling over so I could be a tourist and take pictures.

hey random goat

We headed to the Hector Pieterson museum first to visit a vendor that my friend regularly buys from that  sells beautiful traditional jewelry. I bought way too much but she had some beautiful and unique pieces.  

Next it was to the museum itself where we took a guided tour of the outside and learned the history and significance before doing a self guided tour of the inside.  The museum commemorates the Soweto Uprising where students marched in protest of unfair school laws. As they approached the site in which the museum now stands police opened fire on the children, killing at least 146, but some sources cite up to 700, including Hector.  His picture of being carried out with his sister at his side made international news and marked a turning point in the apartheid struggle.  It was an emotional experience and I cried.  

Next it was off to Soweto theater to see Africa Umoja- the Spirit of Togetherness.  It was amazing!   It told the history of South Africans in dance and song... starting with traditional tribal dance and coming to present.   The crowd interacted cheering and shouting and clapping.  You could just feel the energy and excitement vibrate through the room.  I'm so lucky that there was a performance in Joburg before I left. I'll be checking their website often, in anticipation of their USA tour dates.   Although I'm sure it will cause me to miss Africa and I'll cry the whole time and I'm sure it will be a completely different experience than seeing it in Soweto on Freedom Day.

good advice

Our next stop was Vilakazi street in search of a shebeen.   We asked around at the vendor stands and found the Shack. While the Shack is traditional Shebeen, they must get a lot of tourists (although I was the only one at the time)... it even has its own Facebook page. We asked for  umqombothi, or traditional beer and received a whole demonstration and history lesson.  The beer is made from sorghum and maize and is low alcohol and though to have all kinds of healing properties including fertility (South African Viagra). It is served in a large clay pot which is passed around and shared. My friend said she drank a lot of this in her varsity days.  Everyone kept asking me what I thought (I don't think many people actually drink it anymore).  I actually quite liked it... I like sour, unfiltered styles of beer.   We took our pot into the main room to chat with the locals. They told us stories of the neighborhood and growing up in Soweto and my friend shared her stories of village life.  We finished up the night with dinner at Skaumzi.  We both got the buffet this time.  It was okay, but not really worth the high price tag, especially for me, being a vegetarian.  The service was much better than the last time though... probably because one of our new shebeen friends is friends with the owner.  The night ended with a quick stop a Shova, the art gallery across the street.  The manager's selling point was "I just sold one of these to Tiesto...you can have the same art as Tiesto!!"  Um.  No thanks.

I finished up the week by hopping on a plane to Zambia!

Look for my travel blog on Zambia, Botswana and Zimbawe coming soon! 

Bob update-

So I had a scare on Thursday where Bob was happily munching away one minute and then gone the next.  I searched the flowers and surrounding areas but no Bob.  I figured he ran away.   In the morning there he was perched right on top on a flower!  Silly Bob!

Weekend Wrap Up: OMG only 2 weeks left

hike awesomeness

ACK!   This is my last full weekend in Joburg.   I'm alternating between being so sad that I'm crying in the back of my Uber and being almost  kind of ready to start the next exciting chapter of my life.   I've been living it up, trying to get in as much friend-time as possible and trying to do all my favorite things one last time until next time.

Dark team lunch pic.

My mentor and I.  Sniff.

This week we had a little combo work going away party/ groom's party at the restaurant in our office park which was fun and incredibly thoughtful.   My mentor gave me a sparkly journal with a back-story about my professional development that made me a little teary eyed.   She also gave me a cat bag... she knows me too well.  My co-workers also picked out a super cool red African influenced purse that perfectly matches my red power pumps.  Score.

Cat bag!!!!

 Then began a string of "lasts".

Pre-crowds at the night market

My last night market at the Full Moon Market with my friend and her man.  The full moon market is a smaller version of the Art on Main Market that is held on Sundays in Maboneng.   Maboneng is my absolute favorite area of the city.   It's an up and coming area that so many art galleries and public graffiti/murals and craft breweries and cafes, all while still keeping it's grit and urban-ness.  The garden and hall is open on night market days and is packed with unique food vendors.  I knew I was coming back on Sunday, so we just relaxed on the roof top patio with cocktails, people watching and listening to the latin music of the salsa night.

Jozie skyline from top of the hike

There's animals down there!

Saturday brought my last hike with my hiking group at Klipriviersberg Nature Reserve.    The beginning of the 9k (a little less that 6 miles) hike was a real challenge.   It was rocky and at a sharp incline.   We were also going at a pace that made me start to believe that I might be asthmatic.  Our hike leader this round was an incredibly fit, no-bull shit drill sergeant who had us going at a near jog and kept shouting "you are all lazy.  push harder.  this is not a picture taking hike".    It got easier once we got to the top and she seemed to back off a bit after our lunch break.   She even let us stop to watch the zebras and the wildebeest.   (Last random hike zebra.  sniff).  Our group was fantastic this hike (it's never not) and we had great conversations.   Even more sadness that there isn't more time to hang with my new friends.    

My last time having Hipster cocktails in jars Bryanston.

I did sneak in one new friend drink night, with a brand new expat from Belgium, who is also doing a 6 month stint.   The ladies I met suggested drinks at The Social on Main in Bryanston, which is a very hipster craft cocktail  bar near Sandton.   There's cocktails in jars.  The girls ended up bailing, but it was fun sharing all my stories and advice and in return learning a whole lot about Brussels and EU politics.   It's a rare occasion that I actually feel smarter when I leave a bar.

Market on Main

Today I was supposed to go eat waffles with co-workers at a market next to my favorite hiking spot, but its over an hour drive each way, so I wasn't particularly feeling it because my priority was to make it to my favorite spot one last time for one last Arts on Main. (until I come back, of course).  


 It was the right decision.  I had a fantastic afternoon... the weather was perfect- warm and sunny, the market was packed and vibrant.  I ate lunch (my last Durban bunny chow)  with an older women and her two grown children and they told me all about township wedding traditions  (they were hunting down some needed items for an upcoming wedding).

Bunny Chow

Street Art Vendors

I wandered around all the galleries and vendors sipping on craft brews from Smack Republic Brewery , this little microbrewery that's tucked in between the galleries.  After a very long texting session with Phil, we decided on 2 prints from Iwasshot in Joburg :).  Iwasshot is an organization that gives street kids disposable cameras to photograph street art in order to generate an income and get them off the street.  They also have a gallery, a work shop and a skills development lab.   Pretty rad.

New canvas art for the "Africa" shelf

A main part of the market is roof top salsa.   I met the gentleman, Sam, who founded Rooftop salsa 4 years ago.   He is a retired journalist from the US.  He came to South Africa 14 years ago on assignment and never left.    I feel you, Sam.  Having to leave Jozie is breaking my heart.  Jozie you have official beat Tokyo as my favorite city that is not Chicago.

Gallery Beer 

And because you were all wondering... Bob is doing wonderful.  We had a little scare this week, where he stopped eating and got very pale, but he's back to snacking on his flowers  and his color has come back.    He currently likes hanging upside down, pooping a lot, inching between flowers.  He dislikes flowers that are not Gerber Daisies and being interrupted from naps.     Speaking of Gerber Daisies I need to find more ASAP.   He's destroying the two I have left and the flower market didn't have any in stock this weekend.   The red flowers that sort of kind of look like daisies aren't cutting it.

Bob

Weekend wrap up- Destroying Bathrooms and Dancin' it Out

Hi readers!

So, I'm pretty big on not having fears and facing fears that may pop up. My brother has a lot of weird fears, like a fear of cubed ham.   I do have one irrational fear, maybe just as strange as cubed ham- getting locked in a bathroom.  I've locked myself in a building once, over a holiday weekend, but never a bathroom stall... until this week.  The bathroom door at our plant has a weird skeleton key that you lock from the inside.   I have been wary about this lock from day one...sometimes i don't even lock it because I don't trust it.  This time I unfortunately did lock it and it broke leaving the dead bolt locked.    The way the bathrooms are there's a long hall way off the hallway of offices with two 1 stall bathrooms.
  Most people work from the main office and not the plant so there aren't too many people around.    When the key would not turn the bolt, I had a horrible fear that I wouldn't be found for hours.   I was shaking the door in hopes that the lock would miraculously open, when I heard a little voice way down the hallway-  "Are you okay in there?"  I was discovered!   I would not die in a bathroom!  It took a bit of effort to coax my male coworker into the bathroom, but once he was there he  did give it his best shot to free me.   We tried the key from the outside.   They handed me a screw driver from though a window and I tried to take the lock off.  Nothing was successful, so we had to call in the plant engineers.  By this time, I had  crowd.   I was kneeling on the toilet lid trying to talk to people in the courtyard though the window when... CRACK!   The lid shattered and I feel in the toilet.  Just when I thought the day couldn't possibly get any worse.  The engineers finally broke the door, freeing me.    Luckily, I don't get embarrassed easily.   I'm just going to say that incident report I had to fill out was hilarious. I laughed a lot that day.  Probably more than I have in years.

So it's been a pretty exciting week for me in South Africa.  Besides conquering my biggest fears,  I've been hustling and busting my ass to get everything done in the three weeks I have left in this amazing country.    Work-wise I've been busting my ass on what I'm now affectionately calling my "senior project".  One of my objectives was to design a prototype.  I had to review insights work, come up with an idea, develop recipes, produce samples in the pilot plant and then complete necessary analytical.  I spent several 12+ hour days this week in front of a deep fryer, leaving work smelling like a short order cook.

I got my hair did

By Friday I was ready for some fun.   Despite leaving work at nearly 8 pm after arriving before 7am and being on my feet in safety shoes all day, I grabbed my friend and dragged him to & for Toy Toy, this techno night that I love.  The club reminds me of an old Chicago club in the 90's/early 2000's- Crobar, but much smaller.   The vibe is similar though.    Luckily, my friend enjoyed it was well.   Although we didn't stay too late (relative), I only got about 2-3 hours of sleep before needed to rush to DNA Salon for my first (and only) haircut in SA.   The place was already packed at 8:30 am.   I absolutely loved my experience there.  I've been searching for this kind of treatment for years!    The stylist sat down with me before we started and showed me pictures and dye samples and looked at my pictures.   She gave some great input and suggestions.   Although sitting in a chair in a crowded salon while someone messes with you hair for 4 hours is not the most fun thing to do with no sleep and a slight hang over, it was well worth it.   I loved the end result.  I highly recommend DNA salon in Bedford Centre Mall.

After lunch I was hoping to sneak a nap in at home, but my friends dragged me off to Soweto for what was supposed to be a tour.  Soweto, one of the last touristy places I needed to check off my list.  Soweto is a bustling township outside of Johannesburg that was at the center of the Apartheid struggle as well as Nelson Mandela's official residence.   I uber'd over to Vilakazi Street street, wearing my sneakers, ready to tour.   She gives me a call and says, you are in front of the house, go take a look and meet us at the bar across the street.  We'll be drinking and waiting for you.  Perfect!  Pub crawl is more my thing.

The house is the original that Mandela owned with his first wife Evelyn in 1945.  Later his second wife, Winnie, and their children lived there while Nelson was in prison.  The house was restored in 2008, as it was destroyed by police during Apartheid.   The house now contains artifacts and awards pertaining to the struggle for freedom.    It was interesting, but only took about 20 minutes to read everything.


Then I was off to the Sakumzi.  Sakumzi is a tradition African bar/restaurant.  The original plan for my work farewell lunch was Sakumzi, but it was veto'd.  My friends still wanted me to check it out.The vibe was fun.  It's outside shared seating on picnic tables. There's both a buffet of traditional African food and an a la carte menu.    I found them sitting at a long table with a large group of new friends. The new friends were all in a motorcycle club  together and were touring around SA, with their next trip actually being Myrtle Beach next month.

 They ended up picking up the entire tab, which I was surprised and grateful, so I thanked them and then I thanked them some more when I realized none of my friends had acknowledged their generosity.  After they left, my friends were like "What are you doing??  Why did you thank them??"  And I was like "Why didn't you??"    Their response was "because they are men.  They were supposed to pick up the tab."  This started a long discussion.   Apparently, they don't believe in saying thank you, even to their significant other's... because it is expected, so why thank them for doing what they are expected to do.   I found this strange and then went on to thank pretty much everybody we encountered for everything, much to my friends' dismay.

I wanted to go to a shebeen next, which is a type of township bar that has political history.   My friends looked at me like I had lost my mind and took me to Chaf-Pozi a local bar underneath the Orlando Towers instead.  The towers are old cooling towers from a now defunct coal power plant.  The  have been painted all funky and re-purposed as an adventure center, where you can bungee and abseil and what not.  This was obviously not open that late, but I did get a few cool night shots of the towers and got to check out an almost shebeen, or at least the closest thing to a shebeen the girls would take me to without male escorts.  We met some people on the way out and all headed to a News Cafe in Woodmead.

News Cafes are a chain of bar/restaurants.   I have one near my place, but I don't understand how every News Cafe I've been to is substantially better than the one near me.  This one was particularly fun and our new new friends brought more new friends, whom were really really into Chicago hip hop and totally schooled me.   They wanted to drag me to some afters hip hop party, but I figured 48 hours was past  my no sleep limit and it was time for a nap.

Night cap at News Cafe

My happy this week, is my pet caterpillar, Bob.  Bob is getting so big (he's actually even bigger now).  He likes eating flowers and napping.  He dislikes being petted and picked up.  (I totally miss my fur babies, can you tell?)

Bob.

Weekend Wrap up: Tiny towns and large beaded giraffes.

Hi Readers!   I hope you had a great weekend!

This week was pretty exciting work-wise.   Early Monday morning it was off to a tiny town in the Orange Free State Province to visit one of our co-manufacturers.  I assumed "free state" had something to do with Apartheid and it was the free-ist  state or something.   Not true.  At least in the way I had assumed.   It was a "free state" but for the Dutch in the context of British rule.  Ironically, it was the most strict during Apartheid.  The results were still lingering... almost everyone in the town spoke Aafrican's primarily and all signs and communication was in Aafricans   A little difficult to communicate, but I could, for the most part, ask questions in English and then just interpret the response (which was in Aafricans) depending on context and gestures.  

Oh hey, cows... in the middle of the highway.

The adventure began on the road.   We almost slammed into a herd of cattle crossing the road.  There were two guys waving flags, but it was really unclear why... until suddenly there was cattle in the middle of the road.  Shortly after there was a jack knifed truck.   We were pretty late to the plant and missed the first meetings.  Whoops.  Africa time?

little springbocks

The owners of the plant are avid hunters and animal collectors.  I was surprised to find blasbock, spring bock and zebras grazing outside of the board room window.   I was even more surprised on the last day, when one of the guys came charging through the board room and out the back door with a rifle.    Apparently, it was time to cull the herd.   Three of the blasbock had been pushed out by the dominant male.   They tried to convince me that this was much more "humane" that them killing each other.  I really wasn't convinced.  It was pretty traumatic.  

Sniff.  I'm sorry blasbock.

Also traumatic was our bed and breakfast.   It was fun because our whole team was staying in one house, kind of like a weird work slumber party.   Weird because the decor was a little...um off.  Breakfast was lovely though.  She offered dinner as well, but we, unfortunately, were at the plant until late each night.   One night, the plant had a braii for us, which was fun.  They  promised they weren't cooking up their pets.  I finally got to try Amarula, a South African liqueur made from the Marula fruit.  It's creamy and similar to Bailys.  Very yummy.

Her name is La Teetla

Oh Hai, suicidal fairy in my bathroom

Friday, I headed to the bench in our pilot plant.   I feel like it is the end of the semester and my final project is due.   I've been working on developing a prototype snack  for the last five months and now I finally have enough knowledge and skills to do some recipe development and produce some samples.  It's really exciting.  When I first told that I would need to "go in the lab and make stuff", I was really intimidated.  Now, I have so many ideas and so little time.   I can not believe how much I learned in the last few months.

After all the excitement and hard work during the week, the weekend was pretty low key.  Mostly, I needed to work.   I was going to attempt to run or hike on Saturday, but I woke up with an almost migraine  that threw me off.     Also I had a bunch of shopping that needed to be done.  I only have a few weekends left and needed to hit the summer sale racks to update my summer wardrobe for a steal and I have a few more gifts for friends back home (and for me) to purchase.   I ended up at my favorite mall, Rosebank, which is dangerous for me.  

 I'm not a huge shopper or a mall person, but this mall has a good variety and end of summer sale + strong dollar mean amazing deals.  Rosebank also has a Art & Crafts market in the basement, which consists of tons of stalls selling African crafts.   It reminds me of the Jamaican markets "just a look ma'am, looks are free", but slightly less aggressive.I have this problem where if I engage with a vendor, there's a 75% chance I'll busy something.  So I bought a lot of somethings today.  Including a 4.5 foot multi-colored beaded giraffe to decorate a room for a child that has not even been conceived yet. 

Woot! I'm the most awesome impulse buy ever.

 On Sundays there is also a rooftop market in the parking garage that also has African Crafts, misc. craft vendors that run the circuit (I see them everywhere and yes, I've bought something from several), antiques, music, food vendors and bouncy houses for the kids.   The selection of food today was fantastic.   I was torn between Indian or Malaysian.  Redman Home Industry Indian Cuisine won.  I had the vegan dish, of curried sugar beans and roti.   Man, was it spicy, but delicious.

I leave you with my happy-inducing items for this week.

Pink Gerber Daisies and a cucumber candle

What brought you happiness this week?

Stayed tuned... Garden Route Day 2 coming right up...