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September 1, 2016. From Cork to Killorglin and 1,000 Shades of Green

September 1, 2016

Greetings from somewhere in western Ireland…

Had breakfast this morning at Tara’s Tea House which was a few doors down from our hotel. Quintessential British/Irish with lots of chintz and patterns on top of patterns – all with little floral elements. But great breakfast.. Then tackled leaving Cork and headed to Kenmare (or at least that’s where we thought we needed to go)… Decided to head first to Kinsale which is a delightful seaside town about 18 miles south of Cork. Navigated (or I should say that Mike navigated) the car on some small roads and narrow paths with horseshoe turns… and even parallel parked in Kinsale… Very sweet fishing and historic seaport town with a population of about 5,000. Strolled the town, climbed several flights of outdoor stairs to get some views, meandered the main street – stumbled on a wonderful shop selling great Irish wool sweaters (that don’t look like those fisherman sweaters – not that I don’t like those, but I was surprised to see some interesting fashionable heavy sweaters).

Went inside to look (and eventually to help the Irish economy), and somehow began talking with the saleswoman (maybe the owner, not sure)… and like the owner of the hat store yesterday, she made some reference to our upcoming presidential elections. I think everyone starts the conversation rather tentatively – not certain where we might be on the issue.. and then once they know they engage fully and deeply. The hat guy started by saying “Well, you have an interesting election coming up in the states.” And once we responded, he began to say how scared they all were about a potential Trump presidency. And it went on from there. The woman in the wool store began by saying “I see one of your presidential candidates was in Mexico yesterday…” And we took it from there. She turned out to be extremely interesting and totally devoted to streaming Rachel Maddow (she gets it one day late) and Dianne Rheams (also a day late)… She said she stays up really really late to do this, but it’s worth it. Turns out, she lived in the states briefly – initially in Seattle (imagine that) and then in Port Townsend (of all places). Her then-husband was a ship builder and he went to the Pacific Northwest to take ship-building courses in Port Townsend. She’s got three kids, two of whom showed up while we were talking; one is studying interior architecture and is thinking of doing her advanced degree in architecture. The potential architect, daughter, had just come back from a few summer weeks in NY and California so we chatted about where she was and where she wasn’t. The mother was very quick to ask for Mike’s contact information with the hope that the daughter might come to CA for an internship!

After finalizing my purchase (great sweater), we headed to Kenmare since that was what I had written in my calendar. We were to stay at the Carring Country House. I had a little trouble with the GPS (since I wrote in Carring House, Kenmare)… so we just punched in Kenmare.. and later punched in Carring House which got translated to Ard Carring (although I didn’t really notice).

The drive was incredible… two hours seeing every possible shade of green.. layers and layers of greens. It was misty and rainy the whole way, but sort of fitting. As we approached Kenmare, the town seemed to be a lively and adorable quintessential Irish village. We started to seek out dinner places and places for breakfast the next morning. Mike was saying “Let’s eat at the hotel… too much trouble to drive again in the dark”… I said “The GPS shows the place as one mile from the town.. so we can walk – so much better to go to town than to eat at the hotel…” The argument didn’t have much time to fester.. as we found ourselves at the supposed destination “Ard Carring.”

We knew right away that this was wrong… The place was pretty much deserted. So we drove on for another mile and then realized we were somehow not in the right place. We called the Carring Country House and learned that it’s not in Kenmare at all… It’s in Killmorglin… a tiny place about an hour or so west of Kenmare. So, on we went… driving on the Ring of Kerry – through amazing landscapes.. maybe 500 more shades of green, lakes, mist, waterfalls – the whole bit.

The drive was tense… and obviously unexpected. Heavy mist and light rain; very narrow roads (and we have the biggest car we’ve ever driven – this BMW); windy roads, sort of like the drive to Mendocino on Highway 1; very narrow lanes when there are lanes – often really just one lane but cars in both directions, no shoulders, lanes are about 7’ wide compared to about 10’ in the states. Anyway, we made it to the delightful Carring Country House – the 16-room restored Victorian where it seems time has stood still.

The house is on Caragh Lake and has gardens, woodlands and, great views of the lake. They also boast a first class restaurant, so we booked reservations (actually not much choice; not sure where you’d even find a restaurant within about 15 miles!)… Seemed a bit “formal” so we actually changed our clothes.. not too dressy (don’t even have those kinds of things).. but put on a skirt and threw on a scarf – and lo and behold – fancy!

Restaurant lived up to the reviews, and had impeccable service…. They started us off with an amuse bouche… some kind of goat cheese ball with red peppers inside and a little sweet chili drizzle… We had drinks and this dish in the ante room… Mike is really getting into these Irish whiskeys. I’m not there… Then we were escorted into the dining room… Started with a nice squash soup that had a little hot chili to five it a kick (Mike) and I had scrumptious crab wrapped in paper thin pineapple and drizzled with a wasabi cream!  Mike had the vegetarian dish (stuffed eggplant) and I had the rack of lamb. Desert was some kind of sorbet concoction (which we determined was the least fattening?) including yuzu.

Now we are exhausted… More tomorrow, as we head to Dingle.

By the way, the press has not let up on the Apple fiasco. In the car we heard a great panel discussion that included a labor leader, an Anti-Apple organizer, and a government official. The best part of the conversation was when the anti-Apple/pro tax guy said “It’s not usual for a business to be able to phone the Prime Minister on a Sunday night at home on his private cell phone… That’s what Tim Cook did this past Sunday.” And the government guy said “Our prime minister is very approachable!” I think it’s a pretty sticky situation, and both Apple and Ireland will have to “pay.” I’m sure it will take years, decades… and Apple has already deployed teams of attorneys to build their defense.. and are talking about how many jobs they’ve created.  My little math tells me that even if Apple paid an average of $100,000 per employee (probably less in Ireland) for 10 years and there were 6,000 employees.. I think that is $6 Billion.. But the taxes they saved were more than $14 billion.. so??? I also figure this is the tip of the iceberg and that Apple could not possibly be the only company doing this scam… ??

Hope all is well..

Onward to Dingle.

Fern

31 August 2016 – Cork, Ireland

August 31, 2016

Hi All – Busy day…

After a somewhat typical Irish breakfast – passed on the rusks and the sausages (called puddings), but had the eggs scrambled with salmon (lox) and the amazing bread they have here in Ireland (very hard to resist), took off for the English Market.. strolling and dealing with the ever-changing weather (sunny one minute, drizzling the next). Walked through many pedestrian streets and more cobblestone ones and eventually getting to the market.. From what I gather, there has been a market on this site for more than 200 years… but the current building was built in the mid-19th century and is famous for an ornamental entrance. But the market was seriously damaged by a fire in the 1980s and the government funded the rehabilitation which was very respectful of the original Victorian design. After this renovation, the market started to offer more diverse foods – hoping to become more international in style. But it’s clear that its real strengths are the fish and meats and locally baked breads. There’s also a great chocolate selection including ones with Irish whiskey.. And there’s also a restaurant on the second level which overlooks the whole market… Meant to come back for lunch, but got sidetracked.

Left the market and strolled more of the streets which are packed with people, pubs, performers… But we had a purpose… Mike decided he needed a “cap” – He has about a dozen caps at home but didn’t bring one (and hates caps that ‘advertise’). His most recent favorite has been a navy one with a very tasteful embroidered (small) kangaroo that I brought back from Sydney last year. But alas, that seems to be lost, along with a host of other caps over the years. Hard to keep those caps on the head, I suppose. In an effort to accomplish the big retail goal – we stopped in sporting goods stores and some other random shops. And then we stumbled on a men’s hat shop. Walked in and hit the jackpot. They tried to convince Mike to get one of those wool caps.. but he opted for a very nice black heavy cotton one that has a particularly nice shape – not the baseball cap form. Bingo… big purchase!

With hat on head we went on our way… winding up at a little Mediterranean place for lunch – Orso. Quite good… mixture of salads (quinoa, chick peas, bulgar wheat, cous cous) and spicy beef kafta… Fortified, we could continue our journey. First to a church that is now a city exhibition hall where there was supposed to be a model of the full city… but unfortunately it had been moved to the architecture building at the university. Then we walked back across one of the many pedestrian bridges over the quays uphill to the butter museum (which was sort of a joke but we did go in).. Takeaway: butter is an important product in Ireland. Across from the butter museum is the Firkin Crane – a circular building at the top of the hill – built in the mid-1800s to meet the needs of the Butter Exchange.. “Firkin” means quarter barrel, which was equal to 80Ibs of butter. The firkins (sort of casks) were weighed on a scale that was called a “Crane”.

The building is completely circular… and  has a diameter of about 100’. Today the building is used by the Irish National Ballet and for some other performances, I think.

By now we had walked about 6.5 miles and decided it was time to head to the hotel and to do some of the work we each brought along. But stopped for some fortification along the way to the hotel. We were also searching for a restaurant for dinner tonight.. and thought we’d find something interesting.

We decided on Star Anise, a little restaurant not far from the hotel… but when we arrived at 8:30, the place was fully booked for the evening. So we searched a bit on iPhones… and decided on Jacques which is located on Plunkett Street (where we walked a lot earlier in the day). Found out that the street is named after a martyred bishop and that the family has a colorful history including John Plunkett, an Irish poet and writer and leader in the Easter Rising movement to get Ireland its independence from Britain who was executed just hours after he married his long time sweetheart… and another Plunkett who started the cooperative movement. Didn’t have time to research all of this but it sounds like a very interesting family.

Had a wonderful dinner at Jacques – which has a Mediterranean menu… started with mezze plate and some scallops with spiced eggplant, yogurt and mint… followed by wonderfully rare rump of lamb.. Ok.. enough about food.

The only other thing I’m going to report is that there is quite a scandal being reported here regarding Apple which has a facility here in Cork that employs 6,000 people (perhaps explaining the number of young people and the seemingly available free capital to shop and eat at nice restaurants and to be hanging out at pubs and going to music venues.) So as I understand it, the EU has said that Apple received “selective treatment” enabling it to pay a tax rate of 1% on their profits throughout the EU in 2003 and then even a lower rate beginning in 2014. There has been a three year investigation looking into special tax arrangement for Apple that go back 25 years. If I have it right there are two Apple firms registered in Ireland but they were controlled in the US.. and one of the companies supposedly based in Dublin had no employees and no office – so the end result is that EU says Apple owes more than $14 Billion.. plus fines. Not exactly sure why the government of Ireland doesn’t have any responsibility.. but the deep pockets are Apple’s. From the TV news Apple (Tim Cook) is saying that jobs in Cork will be threatened by this decision. But then there are some headlines saying that no jobs are at stake.

OK.. that’s it for today…  We head to Kenmare tomorrow – stopping in Kinsale and Killarney en route. Maybe kiss the Blarney Stone?

Fern

August 30 2016. Ireland: Day 1: Cork

August 30, 2016

Arrived in Cork after about 26 hours of travel (left Oakland house at 6 am by taxi for SFO flight to DC then DC to Manchester UK, then Manchester to Cork). Seemed simple enough, albeit long.. but naturally the trip did not start out perfect…. Once we got out of the taxi at SFO, and were headed to our friendly TSA Pre-Check line… Mike realized he had left his computer in the taxi… After a while I decided to go through security and figured he’d catch up once he contacted the taxi driver (we always use the same one – total loyalty!) and had retrieved the trusty computer. The driver brought it back proclaiming to Mike “Keep your eye on this one, it’s the last ‘back-up’ computer I have with me!”

Onward to DC; realized that we had booked our tickets separately so we were not seated together.. which was fine. Mike somehow had a bulkhead seat so I did not want to switch with the person next to him, nor did the person next to me.. So a peaceful 6 hours. Then the flight to Manchester – they use much smaller equipment than when flying to London. Then we needed to find Aer Lingus to get from Manchester to Cork… Went through the “In Transit” lines at Manchester where it seemed we quickly became the only people transferring to Ireland… so we wound up in a no man’s land—a space where all the doors were locked and we were sort of stranded (glad I wasn’t alone, I think my claustrophobia would have kicked in). Tried using a service phone on the wall, but reached a baggage guy who couldn’t figure out where we were. Then we saw someone walking outside and banged on the glass doors. The guy came in (using some kind of key pass card) and explained that we needed to wait in this little “holding area” until a bus came by (every 10 or 15 minutes) and then that bus would get us to Aer Lingus and the terminal we needed. OK.. That worked.. Arrived at a much smaller terminal only to “surprise” the security guys (five of them) and the customs guy who were all sitting around reading the newspapers and drinking coffee.. They laughed when we appeared and said “Gee.. didn’t get to finish reading the paper!”

Another funny anecdote. Somehow when I checked in for the flights, I could only get boarding passes up through Manchester – typical since the final flight is on a non-US carrier. But when Mike checked in he got boarding passes all the way through to Cork. I asked in DC but they insisted that it’s not possible to get that last boarding pass until we were in Manchester. So when we went through customs they had to “trust” me when I said I was going on to Cork, having no proof of this. Once we got through customs and security and were waiting for the Cork flight, I searched for a service desk, and wound up at a bank of phones.. I picked up one and got connected to Aer Lingus. As soon as I told my story — -the guy on the other end of the phone says “Are you Fern?” OK.. he said he felt I would call and they know that I don’t have a boarding pass, but not to worry: once I get to the gate they will issue the boarding pass. But they don’t open the gates until just about boarding time. Got to the gate about 10 minutes before boarding time, and the guy at the desk says “Are you Fern?” “Here’s your boarding pass!”… So, how did he know it was me?

Onward to Cork… just a 90 minute flight on a little two engine turbo prop plane. Landing in Cork you see the incredibly lush green landscape (and also the ominous clouds and grey sky)…  Went directly to the rental car desk. We wanted a car with a trunk rather than a hatchback (since we’d be doing a lot of driving and having bags in the car much of the time) and we also wanted a GPS system (to avoid racking up such high charges by using the GPS on our phones… So, we had to switch cars to a much bigger car than usual.. and are now tooling around in a spiffy BMW (very big by our standards!)

Managed to navigate our way to the hotel driving British style (which we haven’t done in a long time) and arrived at the Hotel Isaacs located in “the city” of Cork… right smack in the old center. We’re on a borderline seedy block filled with wonderful old buildings in various states of repair and disrepair and renovation, clearly gentrifying with many high end restaurants. The hotel is a bit odd, but fine for us and we love the location. Mike decided to nap after a quick lunch and shower, and I decided to walk the neighborhood.

The population of Cork is only 120,000 (about the size of Berkeley), but it’s popping!… People out and about everywhere, a major opera house, theaters, movies, lots of bars (naturally), and what appears to be a thriving retail sector with everything from international chains to local businesses. The city is fairly low with buildings only two or three stories high. Lots of little alleyways – all filled with pubs and shops. Apparently Cork people think that Cork is the “real” capitol of Ireland, not Dublin. Walking around I could hear a lot of foreign languages spoken by locals – most notably Polish (or so I think).  Lots of pedestrian streets and an untold number of bridges crossing the many quays… which add to the charm of the place.

Came back to the hotel and we ate at Greenes which is sort of behind and alongside the hotel… Decided not to venture too far as we were pretty exhausted; and we heard this was an award-winning restaurant.. It’s kind of hidden on a cobbled patio, and is part of a warehouse conversion. The walls are stone and brick and the interior is straight forward minimalist. Out back there is a gigantic rock-wall waterfall that you can see from the large expanse of glass – not quite like seeing Half Dome when you are at the Ahwahnee… but it’s the same concept. The menu focuses on local produce. They served a little amuse bouche… lychee cream with green tea powder.. Quite good. We then had two different appetizers.. I had the goat cheese with beetroot and “roasted raisins” with balsamic … and some micro greens; Mike had the mackerel.. For main courses I had the fish and Mike had the beef.. Both were delicious and presented beautifully… For desert (it was a fixed menu), I had the equivalent of panna cotta with raspberries and raspberry sorbet.. Mike had some kind of rhubarb in cream with some other “stuff.”… Mike had Irish whiskey to start (when in Ireland….) and I asked for a Lemon Drop (which they made quite well, although they told me that it was the first time the bar tender ever had that request).

All good; exhausted. Tomorrow we set out early to explore the city in more depth, beginning with the English Market.

Cheers.

Fern

Three Days in Marfa, Texas. August 19, 20, 21, 2016

August 21, 2016

Hi All –

I rarely document domestic trips, but Marfa is unique – and a bit out off the beaten path, so thought I’d post.

First a little explanation – five friends (including me) traveled rather unexpectedly for a get-away weekend to Santa Fe, NM about 8 years ago and we had a great time. Remarked then that we should make this an annual event. Somehow, our annual event became a twice in eight year activity. After a lot of emails (maybe 30 or so), we found a weekend that fit everyone’s schedule (for me, splicing it in between South Africa and Ireland), and we finally agreed to a location (which also took a bit of back and forth, with suggestions like Quebec City (one didn’t want to go out of the country), Vancouver (been there, done that), etc…. we agreed upon Marfa, Texas (despite the fact that all five of us groaned at the thought of going to that big red state).

But as I said we knew that Marfa was different – not the typical Texas location. And it fit the bill, because none of us had ever been there. So off we went – last weekend: two of us from the Bay Area, two from Chicago, one from LA.

FRIDAY, August 19th
To get to Marfa is a big deal — Fly from Oakland to LA, LA to El Paso, drive about three hours northwest. Marfa is pretty close to the Mexican border (near Chihuahua). Not much happens on the drive from El Paso to Marfa – flat, scrubby desert-like – but fantastic sky… big bold, blue and enormous cumulus clouds. Since our plane from LA to El Paso was late, we managed to drive the last hour in the dark, but still with the moonlight you could see that great sky, whose clouds turned ominous greyish black for part of the drive. Once you leave El Paso, it’s mostly a two lane road with very few cars or trucks on the road. (The two of us from the Bay Area met up with the one from LA at LAX and flew together to El Paso, and then drove together; the two Chicagoans were able to get a nonstop flight from O’Hare to El Paso, so they arrived before us and began their drive earlier)

About 30 miles south of Marfa you stumble on a “Prada Store” – an actual structure with a store window and display (shoes and bags) – that is a precursor to some of what will come later. It’s a full scale little building, that’s “art” – not a real store… We got out of the car to see it up close, but too dark to photograph and put it on the list for our drive back to El Paso on Sunday. Then about another 10 miles we spotted a strange circle of lights that appeared to be another sculpture.. But we couldn’t make out what it was… It seemed to circle some kind of giant white “fish” or maybe a static “plane.” Oh well, too dark – another thing to investigate on the return drive.

Finally arrived in Marfa, starving, and met up with Adrienne and Chris who were already at the restaurant. We managed to miscalculate a lot of things – like the time. Turns out El Paso and nearly all of Texas is in Mountain Standard Time, which we knew… but a tiny corner (sort of a little triangle of Texas) is in Central Standard Zone… So we kept calling the restaurant we were supposed to have dinner at to push the reservation later and later, but alas Adrienne and Chris changed to a restaurant that was open even later (Cochineal) and we arrived as they finished their main courses. Food at Cochineal was excellent and our drinks were even better… Exhausted, hungry – cocktails seemed appropriate. The menu had a bit of Western flair. Chatted with the waitress who was from Scotland, but has been living in Marfa (population 2,100) for about 20 years.

We chose to book the Thunderbird Hotel… Accommodations in Marfa are interesting and cover a big range – from a field with scattered 1950s trailers that have been renovated into “hotel rooms” to what looks like a 5-star ultra-modern hotel to camp sites and more. The Thunderbird seemed like (and was) a great choice. A former motel, renovated in minimalist style – Rooms have concrete floors, nothing on the walls, everything white and gray (suited me just fine).

We had hoped that Adrienne and Chris would have checked us in, given that we were coming so late and eating before getting to the hotel – making our “check-in” around midnight. But, the “office” told them that they needed to see identification from us in order to check us in. OK… I get that, but then they said that if no one was at the office when we arrived to check in, we should go to the Capri (a bar whose hours are a bit sketchy and whose signage is invisible) to get our keys.. And if the Capri was closed, then our keys would be in a mailbox across the street. Sort of strange, since then it would be impossible to “check” our identification!

Naturally, we couldn’t find the Capri and so we went to the mailbox – there were our three sets of keys… Welcome to Marfa – where the living is slow.

SATURDAY

Woke up and the five of us decided to stroll the town… starting with breakfast somewhere.. The town was super quiet – don’t think any locals stir until noon or so… and it turned out that there were very very few “tourists” that weekend (end of summer, school starting, whatever). While at dinner we asked the waitress for some breakfast suggestions and she mentioned a “new restaurant” (no name) – just across the street from the Dollar Store… All directions are given based on some other place – never a street name or an intersection. Things are across from the Post Office or next to the GetGo (a great little grocery) or just past the four-way stop light (the only stop light for miles), etc.

Figured we could find the Dollar Store, which turned out to be about 3/4 mile down the road from the Thunderbird, and figured out that this tiny structure with corrugated aluminum walls was the new place. No name out front. Turned out to be owned by a Chicano family whose English was halting. The space was about 150′ x 150′ at most… three tables. The “menu” was burritos: burritos with potatoes and cheese or with eggs and potatoes or with eggs and cheese or with jalapenos and potatoes etc.  We figured we could mix it up, so we ordered “off menu”… The waiter was quite cute and he did get the order straight. They had coffee but only powdered cream. So by now we had seen two extremes in Marfa – a first class dinner place where only the wealthy of Marfa (and they exist as you shall soon hear) and tourists eat, and this little place where los madres are making the burritos that are served on paper plates with plastic utensils.

After breakfast we continued our stroll – I think we hit every street in Marfa. Stopped at a print studio (where they print lithographic and intaglio “editions”); the guy who owned and ran the place (transplant from Santa Fe – everyone in Marfa is from somewhere else) was totally willing to show us his studio and the presses (especially when he realized that some of us – Carol and I – had studied printmaking in graduate school and that Carol had actually worked as a printer in Cambridge following graduate school). The building that houses his studio (he’s been there for 20 years) was a former movie theater and he and his wife live upstairs in what was the former projection booth!

Marfa is filled with repurposed buildings – the gas station is now a museum – and our stroll revealed both the renovated former utilitarian buildings now standing as architectural designed homes or art spaces as well as very modern minimalist spare residences that are owned by professionals – some of whom have moved to Marfa and some of whom come to Marfa for weekends (there is a private airport just outside the town). There’s some farming in the area and a complex of about 150 public housing units on the outskirt of the “downtown” center core of the town.

On our stroll, we stopped to see the very historic El Paisano Hotel and learned that movies such as Giant and No Place for Old Men were filmed in Marfa. They had big blowups of Rock Hudson and Elizabeth Taylor on the set of Giant in the lobby, and in a little corner on a rather old television (not a flat screen) Giant was playing on what appeared to be a continuous loop. We also stopped to have lunch (and returned later for drinks) at the St. George Hotel – a very chic place with a great bookstore. Here we had homemade bagels (delicious!!) and great smoothies (and later cocktails). This became our main meeting spot; it was central, comfy, and they didn’t seem to mind that we kept coming back (and using their rather well-designed bathrooms, complete with top-of-the-line products).

We also checked out the various boutiques and in one we talked with a young saleswoman originally from Brownsville. She was wearing a fantastic one piece outfit – jumpsuit–  (and she had the body to carry it off). Based on this and this alone, we decided she probably knew the restaurant scene pretty well (??) So we inquired about best places for dinner (we had reservations at Jett’s which is located inside the Paisano, but after walking through the hotel we weren’t sure that’s where we wanted to eat); she highly recommended Stellina which was naturally close-by.. So we strolled over to look at the menu (it was only about 4:00) and the owner/chef welcomed us inside and we learned a little about the restaurant (which was closed at that moment). Menu looked fantastic, so we said we’d be back (He explained – no reservations, and no sign-in list; it’s “self-monitored,” we learned – sort of an honor system as to how tables are allocated… would never work in the Bay Area! Or imagine this arrangement in NY!)

Eventually we strolled back to the Thunderbird, stopping to buy locally produced soaps and checking out the GetGo – the little upscale grocery that sells some pretty amazing brands – clearly for those architects and lawyers and successful artists who make Marfa home. By the way, the owner/chef of Stellina was from Austin as was the saleswoman whose advice we took, as was probably the dozen or so people we talked with throughout the day. Most of the reasons for the move to Marfa for these employed (and clearly educated folks: Austin’s too crowded; looking for peaceful location; like the quiet and yet the ‘culture’). Set up a bunch of chairs in the well-landscaped desert garden at the Thunderbird and discussed plans for the evening and next day.

By the way, although everything in the town is within one-square mile, I think we were the only people walking.

Walked to Stellina, and the woman in the jumpsuit did not lead us astray. Stellina would be a competitive restaurant in any big foodie city. We lucked out and got a table right away, although the place was consistently full. We shared four or five appetizers including a mackerel, bruschetta, cauliflower ‘cake’ (sort of frittata), salad, ceviche – pretty much everything that was on the menu (menu changes nightly – only open for dinner), followed by two orders of wonderful pasta with eggplant and tomatoes, followed by a wonderful whole fish and a steak… downed by two bottles of wine. Adam – our new friendly waiter (originally from Austin, but lived in NY for a few years, and trying to write a novel) treated us to three deserts which were quite amazing. Full, content, we walked back to the Thunderbird at around midnight.

SUNDAY

Woke up and headed to Do Your Thing – the place that makes “toast”… It’s really a shack with corrugated metal, a very shaky door that isn’t quite attached to all the hinges, and the interior has a big pot belly stove, bare wood walls, a very large communal table, and a few other little tables and random chairs. The menu is very simple (we knew this before we came, because we stopped in the day before because we were curious what it was; at that time we asked to see the menu and were told “you never know what will be on the menu – although it’s all toasts – because the guy who makes the toasts decides that morning; at that very moment the guy was home ‘brainstorming’” – the woman also said “it’s never for sure that he will show up.”)

We decided to give it a shot… and when we walked in, we were welcomed by Adam – the Stellina waiter-cum-novelist – who is the barista at the Do Your Thing… Ah, new-found confidence. Stellina was great so probably this would be good. Joined in with the “locals” (the upscale ones) and ordered from the many different coffee drinks and the toast menu which ranged from cinnamon toast to toast with avocado and eggs and what appeared to be a full salad sitting on homemade bread slices. All good, and naturally very slow.. One guy making each toast on a makeshift table .. Everything made to order.  But we were all happy campers.

From the Do Your Thing we drove (about a mile or so, “uphill”) to the Chinati Foundation – a former US Army base that was “sold” or donated to Donald Judd in the 80s or 90s in a strange transaction that involved an argument with the DIA Foundation I think. Anyway, Judd had been coming to Marfa since the early 70s when he left NY. Apparently he loved the landscape and he needed large areas and open space for his minimalist structures. Initially, he bought the bank downtown and turned that into a studio and residence and later got the army base too.

Since his death, both the residence/studio and the vast acreage just out of town are open for viewing and other artists from the same era (minimalists such as Dan Flavin and John Chamberlain) also have work on site and/or in rotating exhibits. Some of the buildings (with exhibits) are only  viewable if you go on the tour, but 15 Judd pieces out in the fields are open to the public without a tour. I opted for the latter and the rest of the gang decided on the 3-hour tour (I’ve never been good at tours – not so interested in hearing regurgitated interpretations of other people’s sense of history or purpose)… That said, the group’s guide, Ralph, seemed quite reasonable and knowledgeable. I asked if I could join the group when they got to the Robert Irwin installation, and he said that would be fine. Can’t get to see that if you’re going solo.

I walked the fields to see the Judd installations. Always felt his “open” cubes were more interesting than the opaque ones… and out on the fields that opinion remained. While they were all on the tour, I drove back to town to get beyond the center square mile and also to see where poor people who were doing all the service work in town lived. That’s when I saw the public housing. I also saw some older modest homes that looked like they were built in the 30s or thereabout and had not gone through any transformation to become minimalist structures. And I looked into the shocking pink fire house.

Met up with the group at the structure that was built to house the Robert Irwin installation – a sort of U-shaped building with windows carefully place (windows that didn’t have any trim so they looked a lot like parts of Judd’s concrete sculptures). Inside – and very hard to describe, but maybe the photos help – you walk through a lane of very fine silk stretched floor to ceiling (appearing to be seamless) and wall to wall – going about 10 feet high and about 100 feet long… initially black silk and parallel to how you walk.. And turning to white silk and perpendicular to where you walk. It’s all about the light and also about the vistas out the window – ever changing with the weather and sky conditions.

The Irwin installation was impressive and interesting, but I had to think about whether the vast sums of funding that was needed for this installation and for Judd’s stuff was really logical given the small number of people who can actually visit. According to the guide, they get 40,000 visitors per year — ??!! Ah, my old anti high-art position still questions all of this. That said, I’ve always liked the minimalists and many of them wrote well during those complex years of the 60s and 70s in the art world.

From there, we met up for lunch at a little Vietnamese place… with the clever name: “Marpho” – had various pho dishes.. And then headed out to El Paso. On the way there we stopped to investigate that big white fish or airplane that had the light around it on Friday night… only to find out that it was a Tethered Aerostat Radar System… Scary.

And we stopped at the famous “Prada” store (sculpture) .
Then we braved fierce and blinding rain storms that forced us off the road for a while… and eventually made it back to El Paso… to the “charming” (not really) Microtel by Wyndham, just across the street from the Airport. Before returning the car we headed to the L&J Bar and Restaurant – directly across from a cemetery for great Mexican food, margaritas, beer and more…

And then we were off to California and Illinois…

8 August 2016: Final day, South Africa/Cape Town

August 8, 2016

Greetings on Monday night (10:00 pm) from Capetown – My last day in Capetown and South Africa (until next summer)…

First some clarification, since some of you have asked about the “players.” I’m here with Chris Knaus who is a colleague (professor of education at UWT and author of a recently published book called “Whiteness is the New South Africa”; Chris is a critical race scholar who spent a year in South Africa – Cape Town – on a Fulbright in 2012–13); hence his knowledge of Cape Town and his many connections. He’s a good friend and we both lectured at the University of Coventry a year or so ago. The third person is Alexis Wheeler who is a coordinator in UWT’s Global Honors Program.

Today, bright and early Chris and I left for Franschhoek – a small town (population about 15,000) located about an hour north of Cape Town. According to our host, the area was settled in the 1600s by French Huguenot refugees… many of whom got land from the Dutch… They named it Olifantshoek (Elephants’ Corner) because elephants crossed the area… Then the name was changed to “The French Corner” and later to Franschhoek (Dutch for “French Quarter”). There’s evidence of the French influence in the names of many of the vineyards. Initially this was a big farming area and now the farms have been transformed into vineyards.

The drive from Cape Town to the area is pleasant and lush with vegetation and vineyards. The town is reminiscent of St. Helena in Napa or maybe one of the wine towns in Sonoma… lots of little stores with expensive items, many wine stores, restaurants galore (including some of South Africa’s best). We were in the town to visit a faculty member at the University of the Western Cape (UWC) who does a lot of work in HIV education, especially in the townships. We wanted to meet to talk about what we might be planning for the program.

We met at his house which is a wonderful large, rambling place… then because he had a meeting mid-day, Chris and I drove up to a great lookout to see the whole valley and then strolled the town for a bit before settling on a place for lunch – Wonderful grilled calamari with tomatoes and garlic and fresh herbs… and a vegetable flatbread, topped off by dessert – some kind of brandied bread pudding with ginger ice cream… and of course the wonderful wines of South Africa. We then went back to the house for lots of conversation about state of health education in South Africa, politics (the recent elections in South Africa and upcoming American fiasco elections), sports and education as tools for peace (his wife’s project). Both are transplants: he is American from New England, but had lived several years in India before coming to Cape Town and she is German, but has lived in South Africa for about 25 years. Two children; one adopted African child.

We talked a bit about the lack of a real philanthropic sector here in ZA – notably in this rather wealthy wine town that has so many successful vineyards (staffed by Blacks living in typical township conditions at the edge of the town). Seems like it would be simple to at least fund a real infrastructure in this one and only township.

We stayed for dinner… Jim made amazing homemade cannelloni… and then we left in an effort to drive back before it was really dark on the windy roads of the countryside (not so successful since we all were talking so much). Made it back to town and now I’m just finishing my packing – a real task… and always dreaded.

Thanks for putting up with my ramblings each day.

See you stateside.

Fern

P.S. Really dreading coming back and facing the work that I didn’t finish while I was here and which I swore I would get done. Oh well.. I do have 35 hours of travel tomorrow.

7 August 2016 – Cape Town

August 7, 2016

Hi All –

While the trip is coming to an end (I leave Tuesday, so tomorrow is my last day)… there’s still a lot going on.

Sundays are pretty quiet — stores all closed, traffic minimal, town totally quiet, especially in the morning. I decided it was a good time to see the Holocaust Museum. Walked the mile plus to the museum, which is attached to the Jewish Museum (which I didn’t go into). The Holocaust Museum is small but interesting. It begins with a definition of “holocaust” versus “oppression” and while portraying an interesting look at both the Jewish Holocaust and other genocides over history. It includes information on the pseudo-science of ‘race’; the history and roots of antisemitism, and also the institutionalized racism of the Apartheid period. They make a strong effort to include information about South Africa’s role during the 1930s and 1940s. I didn’t have much time to view the exhibit in any depth, but would say that it’s worth a visit.

While in the museum I got a text from Chris that he was meeting up with Jennifer (the African American singer from Oakland who is here on a residency program) to go to some brunch place in the Seapoint neighborhood (on the water). Seapoint is one of Capetown’s more affluent areas and is situated fairly close to the Central Business District. The neighborhood has a significant number of high-rises and appears to be divers (Whites and “Colored” and also a lot of foreigners… I decided to join them at the brunch which was at Harvey’s at Winchester Mansion. Turned out to be quite a feast, a buffet that can match the best ones all over the world. We truly stuffed ourselves – champagne, sushi, muscles, smoked trout, salads galore, omelets, etc. as well as incredible roast beef and roast pork… and of course amazing desserts. But then we remembered that we had plans to go to the home of one of Chris’ friends (an immigrant from the Congo who recently had a baby) for a home cooked Congolese meal!

We contacted Marcel – to say that we were running late… but the message in South Africa is “We are coming just now..” which means we are “in motion”… and it’s just not a clear statement of time.. So it can mean we will be there in 10 minutes or maybe 10 hours!  And to get more specific… if you say I’m coming “now, now” it can mean the future- and it can also mean the immediate past-tense…. It can also mean sometime soon, and it is sort of interchangeable with ‘tomorrow or perhaps ‘never’… Anyway, everyone seems to know what it means… and they also have strange definitions for “soon”…. In any case, we picked up dessert to bring and Chris also got baby gifts… and eventually we were off …. Getting there “now”…

Marcel emigrated to Capetown about 6 years ago. He had studied literature in the Congo, but got a job as a waiter in an African restaurant when he got to Capetown. A few years later he got a job as an interpreter because he speaks French. He, his wife, and new baby (Marcella – 6 months old) live in a tiny house.. maybe 600 sq. ft. total, in a somewhat industrial area of Capetown. It’s a back house to a larger house. They moved there recently because their car had been stolen from in front of their previous house and they believed the area was dangerous. We arrived and there were about 8 people at the house – all wanting to meet us (friends of Marcel and his wife). Marcel is also a pastor in his spare time. Had a Congolese church, but now is looking for another church. Anyway, when we arrived in this tiny space, a table was set up with about 14 different dishes… and within this 400 square foot living/dining/kitchen area (the other 200 sq. ft. was the bedroom), was a big couch, two chairs, the table and then a few folding chairs… On the wall was a flat screen tv that was “on” the entire time we were all there conversing. Initially the program was a religious one, with a minister leading a congregation; that was followed by a South African version of “Candid Camera” which was followed by a sort of sit com from the 1980s (I’d guess), produced in South Africa…

Marcel was delightful – sweet and caring. Many of the friends did not speak much English, but we were all cordial and it was a very warm experience. Eating with the “pap” was a bit complicated.. a little like eating with Ethiopian injera, but more difficult because the consistency of the pap makes it more difficult to grab food… The dishes included some kind of fried and dried out fish, a green vegetable that was very cooked and mixed with milk or some kind of dairy, chicken parts, beef skewers, cole slaw, rice, beans, mushroom paste, casaba, and a few others… They do not drink, so we had orange juice.

Of course the baby was the highlight.. a very cute and alert baby who we all focused on. We talked a little politics. Given their political situation, they are hoping for a Clinton victory… We left about three hours after we arrived; headed home and a few hours later went to a Greek restaurant for a big salad.. We longed for fresh crisp greens… It was a good decision.

I think that’s it for today.. So much more to describe and tell.. but I’ll do that when I see you.

All the best — Fern

6 August 2016 – Cape Town

August 6, 2016

Greetings from Capetown – Whew… where to start?

Today was a bit more relaxed than previous days, but no less interesting and no less intense.

Started out pretty early – walking around the neighborhood and on Long Street to seek out some good African music to bring back to California. Then met up with Chris and we took off for the Biscuit Mill Saturday Market, in the Woodstock neighborhood of Capetown. This is clearly a gentrifying area and the market reflects that – but, dozens of amazing stalls selling all kinds of foods and delicacies from around the world… and accented by crafts stalls and a few interesting shops. South Africa has become very conscious of the local craft and locavore food movements – so everything is homemade and made with local ingredients. The place was buzzing with music and locals and tourists. But it was a mostly white crowd and predominantly young. On line at the ATM machine, met the young guy standing in front of us – a student at UW (Bothel Campus)!! Always a small world.

From there we headed north to Contantia Glen Winery – where two friends and the mother of one of the friends were waiting. We had a fantastic view of the vineyards and managed to down five bottles of wine + some bubblies, along with three platters of beautiful cheeses and charcuterie… and a platter of smoked trout. We ended with teas and coffees… Total bill was about $120! And the wine was fantastic… We drank and ate and talked politics for about five hours, before driving back to town. The area near the winery is stunning and contains many very large private homes. Clearly the elite live in this area.

So, now the elections, since many of you sent emails asking about the status:

  • While the ANC won nationally with about 54%of the total vote ( a huge defeat, showing their vulnerability), this was a series of provincial elections and the ANC lost and or has been in heated contention with the DA, including having the DA defeat the ANC in many municipalities
  • The DA won the province that Pretoria is in; they won the Western Cape (Capetown) by sizable amount
  • The ANC will need to perform much better to win in the Fall
  • This is a huge defeat overall for the ANC
  • Everyone points to corruption as the reason for the rise of DA and the downfall of Capetown
  • In many ways, this election could be a precursor to the national election that will take place in 2019 – given the obvious opposition to ANC candidates.

The people we were with seemed very disgruntled with the ANC leadership, qhich will be tested again,

Being here has pointed out so many discrepancies within this country and the realities they face each day.

I’m headed to lunch/dinner tomorrow at a Congolese friend’s house.

Ciao –

Fern

5 August 2016 – Cape Town

August 6, 2016

Greetings on August 5 –Another busy day….. Started very early to get to a primary school located in the Philippi area. It goes from Kindergarten through 7th grade. The school we visited was only about two years old and was pretty sprawling, but construction was poor and the roof was already leaking and paint in other areas was chipped. But it is new, and big, and covers a large area. Turns out that most new schools are the result of decisions by the ANC and if the principal is well connected they can probably get a new school. This K-7 school has 1,650 students. The teacher to student ratio in classrooms is 1 to 52. (!)

Noticed several things that I hadn’t realized yesterday, and or particulars about this school:

  • A lot of classes are “teacher-less”:  One teacher was showing us around the school for about two hours. He left his class totally unattended (7th grade math); we said several times that we could either come back or stroll around the school unattended; they wouldn’t hear about that. … When I asked about the students being left alone, he said “they’re fine; they have assignments to do in their workbooks!”
  • When any visitor comes into a classroom, all students stand up immediately (without any prompt) and say in total harmony “Good afternoon teachers” (assuming all visitors are teachers, I guess); then after you say “good morning” the students again in harmony say “how are you, we are fine; how are you”… We say “We are fine” and then they often repeat this all over again, until someone suggests they sit down.
  • The school has started a small garden where unemployed mothers work in the garden; they then sell the produce to a restaurant and get to keep the money
  • There is a great emphasis on discipline and meeting test standards; very little creativity in teaching
  • Classrooms are pretty barren
  • There are no substitute teachers; on any given day there might be 10% absenteeism on the part of teachers – either leaving classes unattended or else teachers have to monitor their own class and a second class
  • Variation in principals (level of training, understanding of policy, knowledge of student issues, etc.) is vast
  • No landscaping, shade, or open space in any of the schools, even new ones
  • Very little decoration in classrooms
  • Once again, library without books (or pitifully low number) and computers (about 20 for 1,650 students) are not used because software licenses have expired and teachers don’t have technical or technological skills.
  • All students get one full meal (lunch) and a snack in the morning; meals are prepared by volunteer moms who then get to take home any excess food (as pay)

After spending about 3 hours at the school, including meetings with some teachers, the principal, and the vice principal/math teacher/math chair, we headed to see more of Philippi. I was especially interested in walking down the “commercial” streets. Township commercial streets are chock full of tiny, unstable, “buildings” or “structures” that are about 8’ x 8’ by about 6’ tall. No plumbing, few have electricity (often jerry-rigged by tapping into a light pole), and they all have very handmade graphics telling you what they are selling or what services they offer. Every “shopkeeper” has a folding chair in front of their shop, sitting and waiting for customers. As usual, people were very friendly as I strolled and photographed shop after shop.. Lots of beauty salons, somehow functioning with buckets of water, this tiny space, and jerry-rigged electricity.

The townships have only gotten larger from the time Mike and I were last in South Africa — and no new infrastructure has been added.

The issues of the townships are complicated. Over and above extreme poverty and density issues, there’s about 65% unemployment, and the delivery of services is scarce. The term township refers to the underdeveloped urban areas that for the past 200 years and ending at the end of apartheid, were reserved for non-whites. They are built on “excess” land on the edges of cities. . But it’s more complex than that, and is an evolving situation. People are in very self-help houses that are about 10’x10’ by 7’…. Mostly of corrugated metal (or plywood or random materials that have been scavenged) that has been joined together to form a sort of “box” that has a cut-out hole for a window and a door. One new thing is that there now seems to be a little pre-fab operation going on the street where you can buy the pieces of corrugated metal with the window already punched out, and we even saw what we thought was a structure already for occupancy being brought to a tiny site.

Township living is messy, often dangerous, and distant. It’s dusty (with no paved roads) and lots of dogs roaming around. It’s unclear if the residents “own” their “homes” and if they own the land on which the house is situated. I could go on and on about these marginal communities, but that’s for another time.

I’m rapidly fading – it’s about 1 am, and another busy day awaits me…

So, very quickly :

After the township, we went for a quick lunch and to visit MonkeyBiz, and then headed to Capetown Technical University where Chris was going to give a talk on the silencing of Black children in South Africa and colonization. It was well received… I was supposed to give a talk on Monday, but things got too complicated given the short time of our visit.. and the fact that we have a series of meetings on Monday..  So I’ll just do it when I’m back next July.

Headed to dinner with some faculty – Ethiopian food (quite good) at a funky place called Timbuktu, located in the Obz neighborhood (near the Observatory).

Got back around 11:00 pm to do some work for FTA and respond to emails…

More tomorrow.

Fern

August 4 2016 – Sawubona

August 4, 2016

Greetings and Sawubona (Good evening in Zulu) – It’s about midnight here in Cape Town; I’m totally exhausted, but will attempt to tell you a bit about what is going on.. and then head to bed. Some chance that I will only give you a brief summary and then finish tomorrow night –

Began pretty early this morning with a stroll down to Long Street to find a camera store. I didn’t take my large Nikons to South Africa, and decided instead to opt for a small digital camera. But somehow the cord that transfers the images from the camera to the computer or the charger, is totally broken. And it turns out that no camera store has this charger cord. So, I’m relying on the iPhone..  Will be interesting. And I hope that I can get the cord situation fixed since it’s difficult to have just one photo source.

After my stroll I met up with Chris and Alexis and we headed to Philippi for our first meeting of the day with the executive director of the NGO – but first made a quick stop to visit with, and make a purchase from, “the samosa lady” who has a stand  on a little side street near where we are staying. Chris has been buying samosas from her for 6 years… She remembered him immediately. But there wasn’t any parking close by (Chris has been driving since he knows his way around, and remember it is British driving). So Chris double parked (on a somewhat busy street, but many other cars were also double parked) and I said I’d jump into the driver’s seat and drive around a few blocks if anyone forced us to move. Chris “ran” to get the samosas and Alexis and I chatted. Then a loud siren went off, and we realized the police were forcing us to move. I quickly jumped into the driver’s seat, but just as I started to move Chris came running to the car. He had seen the police and decided to run back. That then added about 15 minutes because we kept circling to find parking as we were now determined to get the samosas and bring them to the meeting. We wound up parking about 6 blocks away – and I got to meet the samosa lady… delicious and well worth being 30 minutes late to the meeting! But meetings don’t ever seem to start on time here in Capetown… so no big deal.

Went to Philippi and had a good meeting discussing the program options for next summer; lots of good ideas and possibilities. From there we headed to visit a school in the township – 8th grade through 12th grade with about 1,600 students. It’s a free school in the township so it is 100% Black. Despite “democracy” (as everyone refers to the change after the end of apartheid), schools are very very segregated as are neighborhood, most especially the townships with “coloreds” in better townships than Blacks, and Whites not living in townships. The schools are also complicated as there are free public schools, public schools that charge a range of fees, and private schools Obviously the poorest children – predominantly Black – attend the free public schools. Having visited schools in many developing nations, I found this school in quite good shape – brick, two stories, no graffiti, designed around a courtyard (that was concrete – no green at all. But it was structurally sound. Met with the principal who was great – very funny and knowledgeable about the township area. Had a nice attitude about education and schools as safe places for the kids in the area. Also met a sort of lead teacher – really like a vice principal, but I think the school doesn’t have the funds to pay for a vice principal, so she teaches four classes and also has the role of administrator – not an easy job. Kids are all in uniform and very polite and welcoming.

All teachers in the Black schools are black and paid far lower than teachers in the white public schools and vastly less than teachers in the private schools.

The “vice principal” took us around and we visited about four or five classes and then sat in on her English class for about a half hour, before debriefing. The classrooms are pretty depressing… desks and benches in rigid formation, screwed to the floor – 1950s style, blackboard and chalk at the front of the room; no AV, no computers, no books. In the English class they were discussing a “book” but the students only had Xerox copies of parts of the book.. and there were only five copies of the Xerox – to be shared by groups of about six students who huddled together to read the passages. The class was, unfortunately, very uninspiring.

Then we debriefed; administrators and teachers were quite forthcoming about their challenges and also their concerns about national education policy. A little more about the school:

  • They have a library that was recently painted, but they have no books for the library
  • They have 20 computers for either the teachers or the 1,600 students, but no workable software as all of the software they were given is out of date and cannot be downloaded; also very few teachers know how to use computers and there aren’t any teachers to guide students to use computers
  • There is no space for any sports whatsoever (although students go to a soccer field at another school about 15 minutes away)
  • It is considered an English speaking school, but most classes are taught in a native language spoken by people in the township; only the English class is taught in English; many of the teachers are not fluent in English.
  • They have a science lab (sort of) but no equipment to do science
  • About 1 student each year is accepted into the university system and there is no career training in any high schools (all of these courses were eliminated after democracy, in the hopes of leveling the education field and providing academic training for college in all high schools…

As mentioned in a prior note, unemployment overall in the country is about 40%; unemployment in the Black townships is about 65%… and the schools cannot really do much to address this issue.

Tomorrow we head to an elementary school in the same area… More about education tomorrow.

After getting back to BoKaap and doing some work, I headed to “first Thursday” art walk… and to meet some folks for wine… Eventually wound up at Marco’s for dinner – an African -owned restaurant with great food. We were treated royally since Chris seemed to know the whole staff, including Marco himself. Mike and I actually ate here a decade ago, so I was in comfortable surroundings too. We feasted on starters (roasted calamari and stuffed peppers) a platter of crocodile carpaccio, ostrich carpaccio, and springbok carpaccio, followed by main courses including an amazing lamb, a mixed grill, butternut squash, spinach, and pap. Great African band that played nonstop – clearly no union.

It’s really late, so I’ll fill in more tomorrow and have more on the election. Final vote tallies not done yet.. I think it’s all done by hand. I think that there will be coalitions formed including with the EFF (Economic Freedom Fighters). There’s some questionable ethics since votes in Johannesburg are not yet counted… ??

Take care…

Fern

8/3/2016. Cape Town Day 2; Feels Like Day 10

August 3, 2016

Greetings as Wednesday nears to an end … 11:20 pm; finishing second full day on the ground, but it feels like I’ve been here for about 10 days, because each day is totally chock full. I’m starting this note at about 5:30 pm and need to leave for dinner (at a faculty member’s house from the university) in about 30 minutes. I’ll probably finish when we return late tonight (or else in the morning).

I forgot to mention (I think ) in last night’s missive, that the young people here in ZA are referred to as the “born frees” because they were born either in the year of, or subsequent to, the fall of apartheid and the birth of the new nation. There is a lot of concern as to how these “born frees” will actually vote.

I said I’d say something today about what we are hearing about the US elections: here it is.

All of the people we are meeting with regarding our project for next summer are appalled at the notion that Trump has gotten this far and are shocked at even the slightest potential that he could become the next US President. But, that said, the people who run the B&B we are in, taxi drivers, and others I’ve spoken with seem to believe that it is a fait au complet that Trump will win and they seem to think it’s fine. They like him. They say that he must be smart to have gotten this far and made so much money, and that it shows he’s capable of doing anything.

At the moment, I have the local news on the television which is reporting the results of municipal elections. The big issue involves the ANC; nearly everyone we have met with – of every political and racial stripe —  say that the ANC cannot continue on the way they have. Yet, there is a lot of “nostalgia” about the ANC, given that it was Mandela’s party and that it was South Africa’s governing party that has been in power since the transition to democracy in 1994.

Began the day quite early, doing some work related to the office and dealing with some issues at the printer in LA. Then went to a caffe to meet a singer, Jennifer Jones who actually lives and works in Oakland. She’s here in ZA on a somewhat self-imposed sabbatical to get background information for her music. She considers herself an artivist, has  been an artistic spokesperson for awareness and social justice through art. I’ll connect with her again when we are both back in Oakland. Then I strolled the Bo-Kaap, the neighborhood we’re staying in. It has an interesting history, as the place where descendants of slaves from Malaysia, Indonesia, and many African countries, who were imported to by the Dutch during the 16th and 17th centuries lived. As slaves, they were known as “Cape Malays” (which is not really accurate since many of the residents were not of Malaysian descent). The first mosque in Cape Town is also in the neighborhood so we are serenaded regularly by the call to prayer.

Then walked about 4 miles to meet Chris and Scott (the CEO of the NGO in Philippi) for lunch. Weather was good so I walked (in the end a total of 5.5 miles).. and climbed up and down many stairs to change street elevations. Just as I was nearing the restaurant, I got a text that the restaurant was closed (Election Day is a serious holiday here) and that I should head to another restaurant about a mile from there. Turned around and headed that way. Found Chris and Scott sitting at an outside picnic table in front of a restaurant situated on a small square – with beers in hand. But, because of election day, this restaurant was going to do a BBQ… and lots of people at tables also drinking.. and everyone sharing appetizers.. and talking. But, it was clear that the BBQ was far from being ready and by now it was about 2:30: we were starving and also didn’t want to eat too late since we knew we were headed to a dinner at a faculty member’s house and he is known to be a great Indian chef…

So we trekked to another place downtown that was open… Had salad and lots of chatting about politics, education, healthcare, economics, etc… as well as giving lots of advice about fund development, image programs, and messaging to help Scott and his NGO (which is a collaborative, making it more challenging to make communication and messaging work). Also advised about board development and the potential for him to establish an international advisory board (that could help him raise the funds he needs). He’s well-positioned, but not well-known enough and has a complex message to deliver for a small and young organization. We also talked about how to use his Ivy League connections to his advantage and the advantage of his organization. We were met by Scott’s boyfriend who is a stylist, and in so many ways very different from Scott.

Hiked back to the B&B (another mile or so uphill)… did some work, and then we headed to a suburb of Capetown (20 minute drive) where Rajendra lives – and where we would get this home-cooked Indian dinner. Rajendra is a real character – very very smart, witty, totally knowledgeable about a host of issues and topics, and definitely a great cook. Indian, born in South Africa, and lived in Durbin until he came to Cape Town to join the faculty of Cape Peninsula University. He’s a post-colonial scholar and Research Chair in Literacy Development and Poverty. Considers himself a critical educationist, with primary research interest in the marginalization of children in high poverty communities and the connection to race, class, and inequality in schooling. He’s well published, but is the most human guy I’ve met in a long time. Beyond all of this, he’s a long distance runner (lots of marathons) and climbed Kilimanjaro, Machu Picchu, and Everest/Annapurna!

Food was fantastic; we downed many bottles of wine, and laughed away the evening. In addition, there was one other guest – Karva (sp?) who recently accepted a position at Rajendra’s university – having come from Namibia where he was the head of community engagement for the university. He established a very intense required internship program with very strong hiring results for graduates, a big deal here since unemployment is at about 35% and young people from the townships are unemployed at a rate of about 95%. He will be the Director of Engagement at Rajendra’s university – Cape Peninsula University. We talked a lot about the work I’ve done to develop appropriate and authentic engagement programs at the university level – the challenges, the purpose… and also talked a lot about the community engagement projects FTA has done in numerous cities and communities. Since I cannot stay any longer than the dates already set for this trip, I said I would consider coming back to brainstorm with them about their current thinking regarding policies and programs across the campus and to meet with the president of the university to boice my position about this issue. Definitely found two new friends that will last for life.

Did I mention that dinner was fantastic? Left Pinelands after lots of hugs… and drove back to BoKaap; it’s about 12:30 am… and I’m signing off.

Fern

PS – Latest results: ANC about 51%; DA about 34%; EFF about 4%… While ANC is leading nationally, DA has picked up many seats; This is a large reduction for ANC from last election. More post-election news tomorrow..