Sanibonani! (Hello!)
After 3 sleepless nights, 6 hours in the JFK airport, 15 hour plane ride, and 5 hours on a bus ride to Swaziland—I have finally made it! I have never slept so well in my life. Thank you to everyone who was praying for me during my travels. Nothing was lost or stolen… this is a great success since Johannesburg Airport is known for being one of the worst places for “missing bags or items”.
I can tell that the next two years are going to be some of
the best times in my life, (not that I ever doubted it), due to the amazing
people I’m traveling with. About a month prior to the meeting everyone, a lot of
us had already made a group on facebook. Many of us have already had
conversations and knew a lot about each other. When all 41 of us (that’s officially
how many are here) met, it was like we had already known each other for a
while. The dynamic of the group is amazing! The majority of the people here are
around my age, 24. The average PC age is 28, so we aren’t far off from that
number. We have 3 older people and 2 married couples. Girls definitely outnumber
the guys, 31 girls- 10 boys… but that’s also average in the PC. All of us have
a college degree; majority of the fields being some sort of International something
or another, psychology, and social work. A good number of us have studied
abroad, and almost everyone here has traveled overseas. We’re a pretty cultured
group. Oh. I’m also the only one from
Ohio… or Virginia.
So enough about the group for now, I’m sure I’ll be writing
about them a lot on here. Let’s talk about first impressions in Africa. It wasn’t
until our lunch break (5 hours after arrival), that I realized I was actually in
Africa. Granted we flew into Johannesburg, it still had a very Westernized
culture—except for the fact that they drive on the left side here. The
highways, the buildings, the cars… it all looked the same. When we finally got
closer to the Swazi border, could one see the differences, (i.e. roads, buildings,
and obviously people). Even now while I’m staying the PST (pre service
training) hostels, I feel sheltered so far. We have electricity, running HOT water,
toilet paper, good meals, and nice comfy beds. It won’t be until Monday (one
day from now when I move in with my host family), till I actually get a real
taste for Swazi culture. The only real glimpse of Swazi lifestyle that I've seen is watching a
youth soccer league play on the other side of our fence, and hearing the church
service outside in the next yard over, playing through the big speakers sitting
on the back of the truck. Just realized I can’t hear them anymore… I guess
after 6 hours of church outside, they got a little cold…. Don’t forget its
winter here!
Sala Kahle (good bye)