Chapter 1/4: how to spend ten days with your family in South Africa.
Keep them busy.
You see, my dad likes to read. A lot. One of his favorite authors has always been Wilbur Smith , known for all the sagas and stories about the Afrikaners, the English Colonialists and the wars with the Zulu and other tribes (i.e. Xhosa) . He traveled around the world back in the 60's, 70's and 80's, always for work, never for pleasure, and he always regretted not being able to visit South Africa.
I knew what I needed to do and only few days earlier I booked a visit to the Lesedi Cultural Village , one of those tourist attractions where you can see how people lived from the different black tribes that were originally here.
At the village they had to quickly reorganize all the shows in the giant tent but it was worth it. We visited the kraals and saw the different kind of constructions they lived in, and after a slow start, with the necessary explanation of the differences between tribes (mostly how they dress and if they click when they talk, or not...), it was time for the energetic (and somehow painful) tribal dances.
Definitely my personal highlight was the Challenge. The main Zulu guy challenged any adult male around to fight against his biggest warrior in the inner circle, by the traditional Zulu rules. After 5 minutes of silence in the medium sized crowd sitting around (around 60-70 people), I decided to answer to the challenge and I stepped in to fight with their warrior.
They gave me a small shield and some sort of hammer, just lighter and made of wood. The rules are similar to fencing, with the addition of the shield. You are supposed to hit the opponent, step back, block the attack and so on, following some sort of rhythm. It was quite short but intense, and thanks to a probably illegal move (instead of following the normal path I hit the guy somewhere else while he was expecting a regular blow) the fight was over soon. Sure, no blood was spilled (this is how they decided the winner) but I'm sure I made the Italians in the world very proud.
After the tribal show we ate at the restaurant inside the village, for a fantastic buffet offering the best of true south African food, from pap (some sort of polenta) to crocodile meat (tastes like chicken), from fish to delicious malva pudding.
I booked all my guests in Glenburn for the night before and the night after, so they could relax before and later (very important if you have traveled all this way from Europe and the USA!). I had two more trips scheduled to the airport to collect Max and Beppe (arriving from Italy) and Dominik (from Poland, without his baggage lost and found only 2 days later) and, a day later the final group: Paolo, Veruska (just married), Jason and Ian!. Thanks to Jenny (a very sweet cat lady), who gave me her van, we squeezed them all for one long, sweaty trip.Pages: [1] 2