Singapore

Singapore was amazing. We were heavily warned about all the strict rules such as no spitting, be careful about how you dispose your gum, no smoking outside of designated areas, and so on, and it was evident that the people there take it very seriously. The city was impeccably clean, even the subway was spotless. It was a modern, bustling city with a gorgeous skyline and gondolas going between skyscrapers as a means of transportation between buildings. It was awesome to see.

We spent the morning in Chinatown and then went to Maxwell Hawker’s Food Center for lunch. Basically, it was a huge food court with three huge isles of food stands that you could choose from. We got a big plate to split and some Tiger beer, the beer of Singapore. It was delicious! We gave up our table to the Global Studies professor and the dean’s wife and went on our way to Little India.

It was pouring when we got dropped off by our taxi, so we darted into this English pub for a Singapore Sling. He didn’t have the ingredients so he made us a mock one that still tasted pretty good. We hung out there for a while and made friends with the bartender, Alex. It stopped raining and we were soon on our way. Kim wanted to get her fortune told by birds so we looked around for a while but eventually gave up. As we had just been in India, this was nothing new. It smelled the same, looked the same, everything. So, we hailed a taxi that just happened to be a Rolls Royce, and he took us to Orchard Street, the main shopping district.

Well of course, Forever 21 called our names and we spent a good chunk of time there looking around before heading off to dinner at this Mexican restaurant run by Indian men. It just happened to be ladies night, so we qualified for free unlimited margaritas, Corona, and Tiger beer. If the food hadn’t been so delicious, we probably would have had a problem getting home. We were so full from the awesome chicken nachos, guac, and amazing salsa, not to mention our main courses (I got bomb fajitas) that it was hard to take advantage of the drink special! I think they were counting on that when they made the offer. Either way, we hung out and talked for a while before going back to the ship.

Once at the ship, we were confronted by HUGE lines to get back on the ship. The cruise harbor was basically an airport for ships. It had all the shops, customs, security, everything. We didn’t know about this and it was a struggle getting through. Our line alternated with another cruise ship’s customs clearance so we ended up being a little late, less than five minutes to be exact. It turns out, we got three hours of dock-time for being late by a couple minutes. That means that we can’t get off the ship until three hours after we’re cleared in Vietnam. We were bummed but understood just figuring we would sleep in the first day, getting off around 11am or so. That was until we found out we wouldn’t even be pulling in until 11am. That means that the ship wouldn’t clear until at least 1pm, meaning we couldn’t get off until 4pm. That would be an entire day wasted for being late due to circumstances we couldn’t control. Ridiculous. We appealed and hopefully we’ll find out tomorrow if we can get off or not. Keep your fingers crossed for us.

Aside from that little mishap, we had a great time in Singapore. I wish we had more time as there is a lot we didn't have time to see. That's definitely a port that I hope to get back to someday.

Oh man. Okay. I think I’m all caught up now. I’m probably forgetting a few things but oh well—these last couple posts have been long enough and I doubt anyone is still reading. Hope you all are doing well at home! I can’t believe we’re on day 67 already, well past the half way point. Ah!

Ship Life

Ship Life the past few days has been pretty interesting. We had Neptune Day finally in celebration of crossing the equator. By this time, we’ve crossed over and back a couple times but it just didn’t work out schedule wise. So, last Saturday, the day after India, the crew woke us up at 7:45am banging pots and pans up and down the halls. We got up for breakfast and then the ceremonies began around 8:45.

Our captain, Captain Jeremy, was painted all green wearing a speedo and a hula skirt as King Neptune. Our academic Dean was the goddess/queen and they presided over the ceremonies. As tradition has it, in order to pass from a  something to a shellback, you had to have fish guts dumped on you, kiss the feet of Neptune, kiss a fish and shave your head. A lot of people did the fish guts thing (colored water with some other gunk mixed in), and the fish kissing, while a select few shaved their heads. I was expecting a fair number of the guys to do it, but was shocked with the ratio was pretty split among guys to girls. Some of them had planned on doing it and I wasn’t surprised with those who did. But others just did it on a whim! Like oh, sure! Why wouldn’t I shave my head!? There were a few girls that just stunned me when I saw them bald. Two girls in particular—they’re cousins who had gorgeous long blond hair. Gone. Shaved it. I was seriously standing there holding my ponytail in fear. No way man, no way. Once everyone who wanted it had gone, the festivities were over and we had the day off classes, which was a nice day of recuperation after India.

Another factor of concern around the ship, is obviously the situation in Japan. We heard about it the last day in India and they broadcast the news station Aljazeera for us to keep up with. It was crazy—the top three stories they kept replaying over and over were the tsunami in Japan, the situation in Lybia, and Madison, Wisconsin’s protests over the governor’s bill. You know it’s pretty messed up with Aljazeera has a correspondent covering the story in Wisco. Anyway, the devastation in Japan was horrible. Luckily we weren’t directly affected by it, but it was horrible to see. We had just finished our tsunami unit in oceanography so we knew what these were capable of. And, as the 7th largest in recent history, this was bad. Our hearts went out for all of those effected as we watched the coverage.

Because we were due to port in Japan in a few weeks, we were monitoring the situation closely. At first we thought we might still have a chance of going there, but with the nuclear reactors going off and all the destruction and damage, it soon became clear that we couldn’t port there. If we did, we not only couldn’t go north to Tokyo and the like, but we would probably be interfering with relief efforts. They announced this and kept us waiting for a few days while they figured out an alternate port for us. The options being considered included South Korea, the Philippines, and Taiwan. I was personally hoping for South Korea, but with the radiation potentially being blown that direction, it was ruled out along with the Philippines, which was declared a no travel zone due to current wars. So, we’re going to Taiwan. Basically another port of China. Kinda bummed but at least Japan is easy to go back to someday in the future when they’re recovered and stable.

On a lighter note, yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day! Allie and I celebrated as much as we could given the ship circumstances and made our Irish ancestors proud. Hope you all had fun at home!

Chennai, India

Oh India. The land where a moped is considered a family vehicle, the smells change from awful to mouth-watering in a matter of seconds, bus capacity is a joke, and cows are a frequent cause for a traffic jam. We explored Chennai up and down and overall, had a cultural experience to last a lifetime. From meditation to auto-rickshaws, we got a taste of it all.

The days leading up to India, we were peppered with comments that to say the least, made us slightly nervous. They prepared us to death with warning about the grime, the smell, the people, the food, everything. We were told horror stories about how people knew of past voyagers who got off the first day, then stayed on the ship the rest of the week. The ship’s crew covered all the carpets (so basically the entire floor of all the public decks) with plastic, and the stairs with cardboard. They closed down all the outside dining areas and the pool deck. They wrapped all the deck furniture with plastic and put away everything from the pool bar. It was like they were preparing for the end of the world. We ported Sunday, March 6th and looked out expecting the worst.

True to expectations, there was a certain cloud of dirt in the air, but what else can be expected from an industrial port loading coal? Dust happens. We ventured out early before we all had to go on our separate trips and took all the precautions they warned against. We nerded it up with the whole passport carrier on the inside of our shirts and were dressed very modestly even with the sweltering heat. We braced ourselves.

What we found, turned out to be very different. Yes, it was a little dusty—driving in the auto-rickshaws for extended periods of time caused a bit of eye irritation—and yes there were certain smells to plug your nose at. But what they didn’t mention was the awesomeness that is the Indian culture. They forgot to highlight all the amazing sights we would see, how traffic weaves in and out in some sort of constructed orchestra, how the disgusting pungent stench would be balanced out by the delicious and fragrant aromas. When warning us about modest attire, they forgot to mention how beautiful the women’s clothing would be. Although some of the younger generation would wear leggings or skinny jeans with a long Indian tunic over, the vast majority of the women wore incredibly vibrant sari’s in multiple styles with millions of colors and patterns. Why couldn’t they have prepared us for this? I thought I wasn’t supposed to like India…but there I went assuming again.

By the time I’m finally posting this blog, we’ve been back on the ship for a week. We’ve already been to Singapore and due to the heartbreaking tragedy in Japan, have switched our itinerary to go to Taiwan instead. I guess, what I’m trying to say is that I’ll try to keep this post shorter than the rest. I want to share my experiences, but I feel like with India, unless you were there, it’s hard to explain. Pictures can’t even do it justice. It’s something you have see, smell, hear, feel, in order to truly slightly understand how my six days in Chennai were.

Breezing over the first day, we went on a city orientation that quite frankly, sucked. We spend five hours on a minimally air conditioned bus with the worst suspension system I’ve ever experienced. Ghana was nothing compared to this. Every time we went over a bump the air was forced out of us making steady breathing nearly impossible. The tour itself consisted of going to an English Fort, two Catholic churches and one Buddhist temple. If I wanted to go see English stuff, I would have gone to England. If I wanted to see churches…well that would never happen so I can just stop right there. The itinerary we were given mentioned nothing of these stops and the trip just should have been renamed “Catholics in Chennai.” Thank god, the temple visit was a least a little reputation saving. We had to take off our shoes to enter and because it was late afternoon, the cement was sooo hot. We walked around for a little while and saw all the worship alters and the sacred cows (I fed one a banana!) and then went back on the bus for the ride home.

That night, we went to the Welcome Reception held at a local hotel for us by some of the University students and other members of the community. They had food for us to try, shopping stations set up, a henna table and then they did a dance performance. The dancers were amazing. They were dressed in full costume and jewelry, as well as makeup. We later learned that the extravagant eyes and lips and to make sure that the audience can see the facial expressions all the way from the back row. It was intense. It must have taken hours to get dressed and ready for that performance and we appreciated it.

From there, we signed out early and a few of us went to a local Hookah bar. Alcohol is uncommon so we indulged in the local social scene at this rooftop place with bean bag chairs and cushioned benches with low tables. We stayed there for a while and then arranged for an auto-rickshaw to take us home.


Day 2

Monday morning was an early one for us as we had to be up and ready to leave at 7:30am for our Art of Living retreat. We got all of our stuff and got on the bus but of course, had to go through the customs at the gate. Each and every time we left or came back, we had to have our passports checked out by the gate security (The night before on our way to the reception, we sat on the bus for 40 minutes before we could even leave the gate waiting for our passports to get checked. Ridiculous. They were so strict there we weren’t allowed to walk through the port and had to take shuttles to and from the ship to the gate.). We waited patiently and then were on our way to make a few stops on the way to the village. We went to Mallalampuram (spelling is awful on that one! Sorry!) and another temple. It was beautiful to see but oh my god it was hot. The sun was just reflecting off all the sand and it was scorching. Impressive, but scorching.  We finally got to the heritage village (I’m not even going to try to spell out that one. Dak something or other), and got a tour and settled into our rooms. Luckily Anna’s room had an extra bed so I got in one with a full bathroom and air conditioning.

We ate lunch and I had my first scare of the trip. The first thing I tasted, my tongue immediately burst into a fit of itches. I had asked him about cashews in any of the dishes before and he said no, no, no, so I made him walk through the line and explain all the ingredients in each dish. He swore there weren’t any nuts so I’m not sure if it was just a reaction to another spice or what but it was quite scary. I stayed clear of the rest of the meal and waited until dinner.

We had our first session with our instructor and learned two breathing techniques and what not. I was so into at that point, giving it my all and really trying to stay with her and do what she said. Some of it was pretty intense and I had to work really hard to keep up.

I had worked up an appetite for dinner by that point and we walked into a traditional Indian sit down dinner in one of the model homes. They set up the low tables and tiny stool chairs all around the center square open courtard in the house. They had candles on each table and we were served on banana leaves. I asked about cashews again and was told there wasn’t anything (via the bobble nod) to worry about. As I was playing with this one thing with my fork, a moved instead to stab another piece and popped it in my mouth just as I overheard the manager saying something about cashews. I spit it out (hadn’t chewed it yet) and after a good two and a half minute freak out, he came over and told me that the thing I had been playing with previously, contained cashews. Awesome. That was in my mouth. Thank god it stayed in the center of the solid piece that I had spit out.  Once again, my meal was over. Between the lack of taste buds for Indian food and the potential death threat, I didn’t eat a whole lot and went to bed fairly hungry.

The morning started early with a sprint around the building and a nice yoga session. After that though, we alternated between the same two breathing techniques (apparently we had to “cleanse our toxins”), her lecturing us, break times and meals garnished with cashews. All the while, we had to sit on the stone floor of this round meditation building on thin straw mats. It was impossible to get comfortable unless you lay down, and it was impossible to stay awake if you lay down. Bad news bears. On top of that, we came back to our room in the evening to find a nasty beady-eyed lizard scurrying around our room. That was pretty much the breaking point. I was hungry, Anna was sick, the lizard was roaming around our sleeping quarters somewhere and we made the executive decision to go home. We left early the next morning and honestly, got more out of driving back via auto-rickshaw for an hour than we would have by staying there for the rest of the time. The culture and sites we saw during the drive made it worth it alone. We went through back villages that we couldn’t have experienced out an air-conditioned bus window/fishbowl. We ate and showered as soon as we got back, followed closely by a nice nap in clean rooms.


Day 4

After eating lunch on the ship and being clean, we went to Spencer Plaza to get some stuff done. We didn’t have any plans really so we let our driver Revi take us to different stores so he would get the commission they gave to drivers for taking SASers there. We stopped by a couple and then asked him where we could get Henna. He took us to this place on the street and we got a mural of artwork done on our arms. It was really difficult to keep them still and not smudged, but it was worth it. We walked into Spencer Plaza. Technically, it’s a mall, but that makes it sound like we wasted a day in a nice shopping center. Spencer Plaza on the otherhand, consists of back alleys, a mixture of stores ranging from high-end to questionable hole-in-the-walls. It was dirty and vibrant and Indian. We got a cultural experience in itself just being there trying to accomplish all of our errands.

I had to buy a cell phone to make my interview call later that night, and that was a task. I had to provide documentation and copies of my passport, India Visa, and have a passport photo just to get my phone and SIM card. I guess in a country where cell phone terrorism isn’t unheard of, precautions to track back the serial numbers are necessary.  It took forever but finally we figured it out.

Later that night, we hunted down the Internet café (only half of the people seemed to know about it), and were able to get on for an hour to upload pictures and do a tri-continent video chat with my roommates, Shehan in Spain, Grace and Cho at home at 250, and Anna and myself in India. It was really fun but I guess they couldn’t see us very well. Anyway, by the time our hour was up, the mall was closed and it was so sketchy to be walking around. The mall was deserted except for a few groups of men walking around. As if Anna and I hadn’t stuck out enough earlier that day, we certainly did then. We found the most populated exit as soon as we could and got a rickshaw to take us back to the ship. It was nice to make it safely home as I could just hear my mom’s voice screaming at me. Sorry mom!

I did some research on the company I was to interview with, and then prepared as much as I could for the phone call to come. I got an hours sleep and then woke up to call Chicago. It was 2:30am my time, and 3:00pm at home and we had about an hour-long conversation and then I got to call home for a bit too. We’ll have to wait and see in April how it went! Wish me luck!

The next day was spent with an SAS trip, University and Indian Home Visit. We got to tour one of the universities and visit with the students. One girl in particular, Sush, was really cool and we hung out for most of the time. They did dances for us and then gave us lunch (minimal cashews this time!) and we had the chance to talk with them and socialize for a while before we went to the home visit portion. The house we went to was really nice, but it was just an older couple that the adults on our trip talked to for the most time. We, the students, just sat there and listened. But we did get to learn how to make those designs they draw with rice flour outside of their doors. It was really hard to even make a straight line!

Natalie and I signed ourselves out early so we could just go straight to T-Nager, another shopping street area, and were walked to an auto-rickshaw when I got chased by a dog! The wild dogs in India are not cute, for starters. They’re mangy and sketchy and not cool. I think it was trying to get my shirt tail but ended up snapping at me. It grazed my leg but thank got didn’t make any contact with skin. It chased me around in circles until the owner came and smacked him. I was shaking for an hour after the incident and would flinch at anything I saw moving from then on.

We got to T-Nager though, and it was like a carnival. The whole street was lit up with neon and flashing lights. The street itself is comprised of regular indoor stores, and then the sidewalks are lined with vendors and stands selling everything from books to clothes to pool toys. It was crazy. In the hour we had to shop (our driver was waiting for us), we got an awesome array of bangles, and found deals on skirts and genie pants. Quite a success before we went back to the ship.

By the time we got back, everyone was meeting in the square to go out. We were starving and had to shower after the day’s activities so we did what we needed to do and then went to meet them at the Hookah bar, Elementz. It was really cool inside. They had all white interior with neon lights around the walls and in the ceiling. It was really sweet and there were a lot of SASers there. We had a good last night before going back with our crazy driver. There were numerous times driving with him that I thought I was going to die even more so than usual. He was hilarious though and had the same laugh as Rifiki from The Lion King. He kept dancing and turning around to talk to us—we’re just like DUDE! THE ROAD! But we made it safe and sound as promised and I’m here typing this today. It really seems though, that the traffic has gotten progressively worse as we work our way around the world. The Bahamas started it off with jam-packed vans, Dominica was next with minimal rules and open containers all over. Brazil was hectic but at least there were lights. Ghana was incredible—between the lack of shock absorbance and no rules, it was crazy. South Africa was civilized but passing was still all over. But this, India. Oh my god. It was nuts!!

The last day Anna and I spent looking for last minute things to buy and what not. We went back to T-Nager but the street vendors were closed for some reason we couldn’t understand. We got a few things including my coolest purchase to date; it needs to be modeled as words don’t do it justice. We still had some time to kill and were hungry so we went back to Spencer Plaza where we once again had Pizza Hut (it was delicious and we had given Indian food a fair try), and got a few last, last minute things. We then got back in our rickshaw for one last ride through Chennai and made it back in plenty of time for on-ship time. Even though this wasn’t the prettiest port to pull out of, we stayed to watch us sail away from India.

As I didn’t go to the Taj on this trip, I’m hoping that one day I’ll be able to go back and visit the beautiful building and cities in the north such as Varanasi and Agra. I’ve heard stories and would love to see the totally different northern culture with my own eyes. Until then, I’ll just concentrate on finishing this voyage around the world.

Port Louis, Maruitius

To your relief, this should be a short one. Before I start, when writing this post, I wanted to let whoever is reading this know about the great time we had, but not have it come off as bad as it could potentially sound. Just keep that in mind while reading. Exaggerate what you want, ignore what you don’t. Either way, keep an open mind and use your imagination how you see fit. Mauritius is known as the Spring Break of SAS, and that’s exactly what we needed and what we did.

We were only in Mauritius for a few hours and in that time we didn’t exactly get to explore the island. Being a Sunday, pretty much everything was closed. Not that that really mattered because we had all pre-booked Catamaran cruises. When we finally got cleared, we went out on the landing area to wait for the rest of our group. We had 30 some people in ours, and as the ship’s computers crashed, it took a while for the whole group to sign out. Once we had everyone, we boarded some busses and drove about 45 minutes to the place where we met the catamarans. There were multiple bus loads of kids, and about 6 catamarans all waiting for us. We got on and immediately started having a good time. Let’s just say we had to pack a week’s worth of spring break activities into roughly 6 hours on the cruise.

The water in the mooring field was gorgeous. It was the most brilliant turquoise blue I have ever seen in water. We thought it was super clear until a couple of the guys jumped in and you couldn’t even see their feet below the surface. I’ll have to ask in Oceanography why that is. Once we got a little further out on the water, you could visibly see the line where the turquoise water and darker blue deep water met. It was like the meeting of the waters in the Amazon, only with blues instead of black and brown. A little prettier this time around.

We cruised for a little bit and then all the boats docked together off this rocky island so we could swim and socialize to our hearts content. They had a barbeque for us too which was really good. We hopped from boat to boat and jumped off the sides all day. The water was so clear you could see the bottom maybe 25-30 feet below. It was so beautiful.

But, we couldn’t stay out there all day and eventually had to get back to land. Once on shore, it was a free for all to get on a bus back. On the way there we had organized services with the names of the group “leader” posted. The way back however was a different story. We all just climbed onto whatever mobile thing we could get into, hoping to make it back before on ship time and avoid dock time in India.

Our original group got a little separated but as far as I know we all made it back okay. Brittney lost her ID and Hailey couldn’t find some of her items, but we made it on without a problem and just in time for dinner.

That night was rough to say the least and I was thankful to just lay and in bed and watch a movie with my roommate Ali. The next day was soo funny though. Everyone was just dead. We all looked like we’d been though the ringer and just passed each other in the hall with that look of sympathy and understanding. Due to previous voyages, SAS isn’t welcome to spend the night in Mauritius anymore and after that day, I can honestly say I’m glad we weren’t allowed to. We had a great time and probably could have learned a lot more educationally about the island, but with only a few hours, what can anyone else expect from us. We all wanted and needed a break and that’s exactly what we got. The stories will be comical at the very least to retell, but the pictures…well, those just might have to be kept private for a while. 









As a side note and with a more somber tone, we did have to leave someone in Mauritius. As far as we know, he’ll be okay, but after some “medical problems “(as we’ve been told) he had to be hospitalized. Hopefully he’ll be able to come back, but that’s up to the faculty at this point. We had an all community meeting about responsibilities and expedition behavior to reinforce core values. They just wanted to remind us that while we’re encouraged to have a good time, we need to be responsible for ourselves and look out for our friends. Alcohol was a factor with this incident, but not the only cause. We just need to be aware of our actions and how we conduct ourselves in port. For our own safety, the safety of those around us, and the reputation of the program, we need to act as adults and keep control. I, and the rest of us on the catamarans all had a great time. We might have gotten a little wild and finally let loose, but everyone made it back safe and sound save for the inevitable headache and misplaced items. It’s too bad that the poor decisions of one person can have negative repercussions on us all. With that being said, I hope he is okay and will be able to come back. Like I said, alcohol was only a minor factor in what happened that day, and to have the trip of a lifetime be cut short because of what could be considered chance would really suck. 

Cape Town, South Africa Part II

So, instead of going on my nice one-day safari, I woke up all upset and went to breakfast to try to figure out my day. At breakfast, we decided to go see the Penguins at Boulder Beach in Simonstown. We went to the information desk and they set us up with everything we needed to know. We took the taxi to the train station (with a detour due to filming. I guess Denzel Washington and Ryan Reynolds were in Cape Town when we were filming a new movie? Anyone know more information about this?), and then were on our way to Simonstown. The train looks really sketchy, but I guess after dark you do not want to be caught on it. There was graffiti all over and the seats were pretty gross looking. We got there fine though, and then took the bus the rest of the way.

We didn’t exactly know where we were going so we just followed everyone else once they got of. We walked through the picturesque town and it was so cute. We stopped for lunch at this whole in the wall place for some delicious food. It was called The Sweetest Thing and it really was. We all got the same grilled chicken sandwich with pesto, mozzarella and tomatoes on chibatta bread and it was soooo good. It was served with a nice side salad and the whole meal was such a nice change. It was all so fresh and delicious. Yum. For dessert we all tried some of their pastries. I got a chocolate hazelnut croissant that was flaky, buttery, chocolaty and delicious. Some other girls got chocolate cupcakes, cookies and other treats. On our way out we saw the truffles and of course had to tried some of those. I got a mint chocolate truffle that still makes my mouth water when I think about it. So. Good. Yum.

After lunch we kept walking through the town until the town ran out. We didn’t know where else to go so we kept walking in the same direction. After another 20 minutes or so, we finally came to more civilization and saw the sign for penguins! We walked through the little craft market area and then got into the park. There was a wooden walkway through the beach and down to the watch that keeps the people from trampling through the penguins natural habitat. But other than that, the ‘guins were right there! At first there were just a few, but once we got down to the water there were hundreds! They were waddling all over, giving little penguin loves, swimming in the waves and lounging in the sun. Too cute. The wind was pretty harsh though and the blowing sand hurt our faces after a while. A

Once we had our fill with the cuteness that is wild penguins, we walked back through the craft market and got our shopping on. We all got a few souvenirs before paying this guy to drive us back to the bus stop. We were there a little earlier than expected so we got to enjoy the entertainment on the bus—some awesome South African music videos. They were sooo funny. It was the bus driver’s little side project. It was hilarious. I can’t even describe the quality of the humor, and the lack of quality of the video. At least it helped us kill some time.

The bus and the train work as a team to help people commute between towns. But, when we got to the train station to make the transfer, the train was already pulling away. The bus was packed and everyone on it was livid. They put up such a fit that we all had to get back onto the bus and go to the next train station to meet it. We were following this one mama bear lady who knew what was up so we figured she’d be a good choice to trust. We made it on time everyone got where they needed to be in the end so it worked out fine. 

We got back to the ship that evening and decided to go out for a night of sushi. I mean, why wouldn’t you want it after seeing the 'guins get all that fresh fish? We got a group of us together and then went to the taxi circle. When we told them where we wanted to go, he said it was just right there and that we could walk. So we walked. And couldn’t find it. Then another guy said we were walking in completely the wrong direction and pointed us back to the waterfront. We got there and asked someone else who directed us back in the direction we came from. It was so confusing! Finally we just got in a taxi and had him drive us. It was in the original direction but there’s no way we could have walked there. “Just through the gate” meant a 10-minute drive to the gate, and then winding around until we found the restaurant. The place was really nice inside. And, since it was Sunday, both sushi and drinks were half off. We had such a good dinner that night and we all had a good time.

After dinner I had to run back to the ship to confirm the Shark Dive plans for the next day. Because we were being picked up an hour early, I wanted to make sure everyone would be ready to go. So, after post-iting doors and making some calls, I had done all I could and we went back to Mitchells. Mitchells was the Scottish Pub at the end of the Waterfront where all the SASers went every night before going out. It was pretty chill and we had a good time that night. I think that might have been the first night that Anna and I went out together since we’ve been here. We met some guys from Canada too who were teaching sailing around the world. At least that’s what I understood them to say?

We called it a night and went back to rest up for our shark dive in the morning. True to form, I once again had problems waking up. Thank got Allie called me and Mary Beth came to pound on my door. I grabbed my stuff and we met in the square. We were missing a few people so I had to make some calls to not very happy roommates at 4:45am. We ended up leaving without two people but there was nothing we could do. The company had hired us a driver and a van so we met Ken at the gate and climbed in. Of course, I fell fast asleep until we got to the place two hours away. Upon arrival at Marine Dynamics, we ate breakfast and signed our lives away in case something were to happen. After everyone was set with life jackets and big orange coats, about 30 of us boarded the shark dive boat. We all sat in front and had the time of our life. We were going over some huge waves and getting air. I couldn’t stop laughing…until the boat stopped. Then I got seasick. I had to climb into my wetsuit and was either throwing up or sleeping for the rest of the time on the water unless I was in the cage. It was great. Pretty much this one other guy and myself shared the rail taking turns throwing up. He won the battle though—he threw up in the cage in the water. Grooossss.

Being in the cage was awesome. There were maybe seven of us in this box made from 1/2inch steel rods. Honestly, I thought the bars would have been a lot thicker, and the cross hatching much smaller. Nope. We got in and they threw out some chum and the bait and the sharks came a-comin’. They were SO CLOSE TO US. I literally could have stuck my hand out and either pet them or had it bitten off. They would swim past and look us in the eye. We had to hold our breath every time we went under but you didn’t even think of that when they were there. You didn’t want to miss anything so you just stayed under. Even the ice cold water wasn’t a problem when the sharks were there. It was sooooo cold when we first got in and whenever we were just sitting there waiting for one to come, but other than that, nothing mattered except the shark. We would look right into it’s open mouth as it went for the bait. So crazy. I was taking a breath when one came to bite the bait and saw it from the surface grab it, and then went under when it took the bait down. We watched it wrestling with the bait, spinning around on it’s back and flailing all around trying to get it off the line. It was awesome! We saw seven huge Great Whites in total and have the video to prove it. So sweet. Allie and I tried to think of which was cooler, repelling down Table Mountain or shark diving, but they’re just on two different levels, each of great epicness. It was totally worth being majorly seasick.
After the shark dive we got back into the van and stopped in this small town for some Kentucky as our driver called it. The KFC was actually pretty good, and the town was really cute. We had some time to walk around and explore and I finally found the headbands I’ve been wanting! The rest of the time back we jammed out to some South African toons and took on and off naps. That would be our last night in Cape Town so we had to rest up for the night on the town.

We got back, ate dinner on the ship, and then got ready to go out for the night. Obviously, Mitchell’s was the first stop until everyone was ready to go to Mercury. The club was pretty cool with multiple levels and an awesome play list. They had something for everyone and kept mixing it up. We had a great time made even better by the late night stop after we danced our hearts out. We had to argue with multiple cab drivers before we found one who was willing to take us to McDonald's on the way back to the ship. And ooooh my was it glorious. Totally fresh, hot, delicious McDonald's. Sometimes it just hits the spot when you’re away from home. We killed our orders in a matter of minutes and were completely satisfied. Walking back to the ship we were happy and full and entertained by the sea lions that were always right by our ship hanging out on the dock. As cute as they were, they smelled so bad. Like rotting fish oil amplified by 1,000,000. Disgusting.

The next morning after a semi-good nights’ sleep, Allie, Ali, Gabbi and I went to this bookstore café for some delicious breakfast and internet. After uploading some pictures (check the Facebook yo!), chatting with some friends and straight up wasting time online, I got to call my parents for a little bit (As you’re probably my only readers, it was great talking to you guys!! Thanks again for making this all possible! I love you!). We did some last minute shopping in the mall and around the Waterfront before getting lunch and the coolest sweater in the world at Mitchell’s. Stopping back into the mall, we got a few more things and then headed back to the ship to make on ship time at 6:00pm. We were really hoping that the time would be extended due to our late arrival, but it didn’t work out and we had to keep to the original plan.

Overall, South Africa was incredible. If I could do another semester abroad, I would easily choose Cape Town. Even though I didn’t get to see everything I wanted, I did some awesome stuff and wouldn’t have spent my time any other way. I can’t wait for the day when I make a return visit, hopefully for a lot longer next time.