beach walk
South Africa losing in the scrabble showdown
Easter brunch
East London beach
The two wonderful animal highlights from the Easter weekend (not including the chocolate-monster children) were: 1. Seeing a beagle puppy on the beach that came up and smooched me, confirming for me that beagles are absolutely the most adorable doggies in the world; and 2. In the yard of the house next to where we were staying was a family of Dassie's! I first heard of dassies some years ago and had my doubts that they were no more then made-up mythology for humour at my gullible expense. Then to be ambushed by a whole family of these little adorable beasties!!! A magical treat. They look like a cross between a guinea pig, a possum, a meer-cat and a wombat. They definitely have a distinctive squishable and darling appeal. And absolutely worthy of importation into Australia, I'm sure.
Dassies!
On the way home we collected the dogs from the kennels. Edie, Matt and Bridget’s dog who is of the same family as Pi yet almost twice the size, actually bowled me over on to my knees in her excitement at liberation from the kennel. I grabbed at fence structures for support to hold me as she bolted forward, all the time laughing hysterically at the madness of it all. Unable to stop her, I had to run along to keep up. As the very sweet, gorgeous kennel-guy said: “these are not dogs; they are horses”.
happy liberated horse
Wednesday 27th April was Freedom Day – to celebrate voting rights of blacks in the national election of 1994 - the first post-apartheid election. Andrew told me the moving story of the massive lines at voting booths around the country where blacks and whites mingled in the excitement and emotion of the momentous day. Of course, the day also commemorates the election of Nelson Mandela, the first South African president to be voted in by a fully representative democratic election.
On the Thursday, I watched the other R&J rehearsals to which I have contributed. This group consists of 6 local township performers, who would not otherwise be supported for this work, and is essentially a training ground for the Ubom main company. Madalay the director, is a tall, gorgeous Amazonian-like woman with a dazzling smile, passion and obvious talent. The showing was very engaging and quite different from our version, which was great. Madalay has modernized much of the language into contemporary English as well as having a lot more dialogue in Xhosa. The two households were two political sides, both alike in dignity - the ANC vs the democrats, I think? The physical work was very good, but I could sense the same issue Dion and I were aware of with our production, especially at the beginning of rehearsals – that the actors have an embodied energy when speaking in their own first language, that dissipates in Shakespeare’s language. I think this is not an issue specific to non-English as first language speakers. It’s just about making the language your own, which we all need to do, since no one (as far as I know) still speaks in Shakespearean English. When lines are insecure this issue is especially overt because the performer is just trying to remember the words and not connecting to them at all. It is similar to me trying to work in accent and concentrating on the sounds rather than my intentions, though I’m sure a whole new language is considerably more challenging.
I spent quite a few hours of the holiday watching the Ubom past poetry shows on dvd. They choral work, harmonising of voices as well as physical shapes and engagement (even when not speaking) are all exceptional. I am very inspired and have started a list of the poems I would love to explore in this form. It reminded me of many of the poems I loved as a school student and got my mind buzzing about how to present them on stage. Amongst the poetry was a sneaky Shakespeare show (yes, poetry also), that I watched very eagerly. The set up was a quick, comically heightened overview of the various plays and characters that they then went on to explore. The character/narrative focus, with each character demanding that their story be heard, made me think of Pirandello's 'Six Character's in Search of an Author'. Very clever. I keep plotting Shakespeare education shows in my head regularly these days... surely one of them will eventually manifest.
Possibly the best animal highlight of the holiday was seeing, and holding(!!) a mole for the first time. On the sunday morning after Easter, I was in the front garden with Janet looking at the roses and I observed a couple of mounds of dirt which Janet explained were from the moles. I told her that I'd never seen a mole in my life and expressed my deep desire to encounter one. That very afternoon, I went on a walk to the Grahamstown botanical gardens with Janet and Andrew and Pi and Beatrix (the weimeraners). On our way, we saw a man chasing this little creature all over the road, and the man was being chased by his cat, who was really after the little creature. Janet and Andrew pointed out to me that the tiny thing was a mole. I was surprised at the size, having expected something more possum or dassie-sized. I walked straight over, past the man and the cat and grabbed the sweet little creature in my hand. The man then saw me scrabbling to try and take a photo whilst retaining a grip on moley, and kindly took several photos for me.
animal-bliss smile, with moley.
After the botanic gardens walk, we passed through the Rhodes grounds on the way home. There I saw a little kitten who seemed as curious about me as I was of her. I know not to touch strange cats in case I get ringworm (learnt this lesson the hard way) however, this kitty came up and touched ME.
I had no choice in the matter and was desperately trying to run and hide from her (while I zoomed in for a good pic), but she got me! I was comforted by Janet's reassurance that this was a well-looked after cat, and is friendly because she is the recipient of daily love from the students. So, either half the Rhodes campus has ringworm, or this sweet feline is ringworm-free. I took my bets on the latter (sorry, Mum!).
These latest animal-encounter delights have led me to acknowledge the 'Small 5 of Africa'.
(There was a spider that was going to be in this collection, but I hadn't uploaded the photos of it before my camera got stolen - more on that to come)
THE SMALL 5 OF AFRICA: (in no particular order)
No. 5 Rhodes Kitty
No. 4 baby beach-Beagle
No. 3 Frankie's frog
No. 2 Dassie in the divide
No. 1 Holy mole!
animal-bliss smile, with moley.
After the botanic gardens walk, we passed through the Rhodes grounds on the way home. There I saw a little kitten who seemed as curious about me as I was of her. I know not to touch strange cats in case I get ringworm (learnt this lesson the hard way) however, this kitty came up and touched ME.
I had no choice in the matter and was desperately trying to run and hide from her (while I zoomed in for a good pic), but she got me! I was comforted by Janet's reassurance that this was a well-looked after cat, and is friendly because she is the recipient of daily love from the students. So, either half the Rhodes campus has ringworm, or this sweet feline is ringworm-free. I took my bets on the latter (sorry, Mum!).
These latest animal-encounter delights have led me to acknowledge the 'Small 5 of Africa'.
(There was a spider that was going to be in this collection, but I hadn't uploaded the photos of it before my camera got stolen - more on that to come)
THE SMALL 5 OF AFRICA: (in no particular order)
No. 5 Rhodes Kitty
No. 4 baby beach-Beagle
No. 3 Frankie's frog
No. 2 Dassie in the divide
No. 1 Holy mole!