Tuesday 18 January 2022

Tears, Trials and Torture! Part 2

 Mile 14 to Mile 28 

By the time we got to the half way point we were completely smashing it hitting all of our timing goals and speeding though the coastal path even when it was incredibly muddy. We completed the first 14 miles from Sandbanks Ferry to St. Aldhems head in 5 hours 5 minutes. It was lovely for my sister to give me the luxury off stopping for 5 minutes to update everyone properly... but she wouldn't let me sit down... her favourite phrase throughout the day was "come on" and man oh man did I get angry at her saying it, but I honestly couldn't have done it without her she was my helping hand, photographer and all round motivator.

                                           

As soon as we hit mile 14 I knew it was going to get hard, once we turned the corner you could see every single hill that we would have to climb and this is when it got mentally tough but thankfully I still had energy! That was until I saw what people call THE BEAST... its hundreds of steps straight down and hundreds back up! The way down my toes where killing and the way up my thighs where in agony and I struggled to breath stopping every 2 mins or so. This is where I really had to dig deep and remember who I was doing it for and the smiles on the kiddies faces when they get to go on our adventures. Every step up that I took I would say another child's name in my head from TLC and that was my motivation to keep going!! I was incredibly happy to get to the top. The coastal path is honestly so deceiving it looks so beautiful from a distance and then it becomes treacherous... 




Just over the top of the hill as I was catching my breath I saw my cousin who is the same age as me come and join and even though she probably couldn't tell I was soooo happy to see her... more motivation at a time where it was definitely needed. We walked about 1/4 of a mile and then came across our next hill ... when you go down ... you've gotta go up ... Chapman's Pool was lethal... This is where the mud slides began. To be brutally honest it was more like a slip and slide or an ice skating rink than a hike in the country side... every step you would take you would slide 3 more.. you would think that would be useful but it really wasn't. I spent most of this part of the journey either on my bottom or my hands and knees trying to grip on to any clump of grass, bush or bramble that I could reach. 




At this point we met another group of people training for the three peaks challenge and even they were shocked with the muddy terrain... They did laugh when they saw me practically hugging the mud! As we were coming down our landslide they were coming down the side we had to climb up, so as you could imagine it was pretty much impossible to climb without a rope. At one point I looked like a frog.. my arms and feet where slipping and my legs had locked in a sort of frog position. I thought at that point that I was going to fall to the bottom and have to start again. Luckily my sister and cousin came to my rescue... after taking a few photos of course 😂😂

Between Chapman's Pool and Kimmerage is honestly such a blur. All I really remember are other walkers passing from the opposite direction pointing out that I looked like I had hugged the mud and the fact that there were many other hills between those two points. Every time it felt like we were getting closer to Clavels tower at Kimmerage we would turn the corner and find yet another couple of hills. At this point I was 100% ready to give up!



Time was getting on and I knew this section had taken a lot longer to complete than I had expected and this made me angry with myself. When we finally got to the hill going into Kimmerage I saw my parents car in the distance and all I wanted to do was cry and go home to where I was comfortable and warm! Once we got down the hill our parents where waiting for us cheering us on and refilled our water for us. This is where I cried. My body had been pushed to limits it had never been to before. My face was pale, I felt dizzy and weak I honestly looked scary in the reflection of the car. (It was only at the end of the hike that my mum said she wanted me to come home at that point as I looked awfully sick). Kimmerage was thankfully over the 3/4 mark but honestly I didn't even have the energy to update people at that point. I was exhausted. 

Just past the car park at Kimmerage we saw the stone marker telling us that it was only 6 and 1/4 miles till Lulworth Cove. This motivated me for honestly about 5 minutes... until I saw the next hill. I was still trying to hold back the tears. During the first 7 miles I was happy, smiling and it was one big adventure. Miles 7-14 I pulled a muscle in the back of my thigh and it was agony but I had to push through the pain because it was for my kiddies. Between here I also smashed my shoulder on a concrete step as I was shutting a country gate. Miles 14 to 21 where mud slide mania, never ending hills and trenches close to the cliff. But 21 to 28 I have never seen so many big steep hills in one day, that I knew I'd eventually have to climb. From this point you could easily see the big chalk cliff where we knew was close to the finish line just before the Cove. This is when everything was a struggle. My entire body hurt. I looked up at Woolburrow Bay and mentally it was impossible. A steep never ending hill. Every step I took didn't feel like it made any difference. It just went on forever. Every 5 or so steps I'd have to stop. My sister shouting "come on, you can do it, just a few more steps, your nearly there" from ahead and my cousin by the side of me cheering me on offering to help however she could. My toes felt like there where going to fall off I could feel the blisters popping in my shoes! Everytime I stopped I felt like I was going to faint. We were so close but still so far. I did question whether I was going to make it at multiple points along the way. But as pale as a ghost I made it to the top, ate a banana had a drink and off we went. A lovely bit of nearly levelled out ground. I was happy for the small improvement at that point but new the sun was starting to disappear so we had to step up the pace otherwise it would become dangerous very quickly. 





My Sister and Cousin being my satnav was a great decision to start with but I started to regret it when every hill we went over there was "just one more to go" so by this point I had stopped believing them. 



On the hill down into Mupe Bay my toes were it total agony so my cousin suggested I walked backwards and that was honestly the best peice of advice I had all day ... the feeling of my toes being free was incredible. When we were on the Walborrow Bay Hill my sister said that Mupe Bay was the last big hill but it wasn't as bad as the one we had just done. Man oh man did she lie It felt steeper and longer. It was only when I thought I was half way that I looked back and realised that I was only a 1/4 done that it felt impossible... So close to the end but in my head I had given up. I love the kiddies so much I just had to keep saying their names and reminding myself of the reasons I had decided to do the hike in the first place. It was a Massive Challenge and that was the point. As we were walking up the hill the sun began to disappear quicker so I pushed my body through every limit it had and kept going. We were finally at the top and it was the first time all day that I could actually see the Cove!! 



As we started walking (or hobbling for me) down the hill my Dad came to join us for the final part of the walk to cheer us on ... or me on haha the other girls where still fine and could have probably walked another 20 miles if I wasn't with them. They do a lot more exersize than me though. I'm the sort of person who would drive to the local shop whereas they would both run. When we got to the bottom of that hill the sun was beautiful it was beginning to set. A beautiful orange colour that quickly turned the sky pink. 



As we walked on further more of my family came to join for the ending which was lovely even though I was grumpy and not in the best of moods... I had been up since midnight and had walked for 12 and a half hours at this point. Down the last mud slide we went pretty much all of us slid and fell in the mud at some point but it was all worth it too see the sun finish setting in the cove. A beautifully difficult coastal walk! 


Unfortunately it was over yet, we had come down the cliffs but Lulworth Cove beach is made of pebbles and stones. So every muscle that hadn't been strained on the walk was now being tested as we hiked half way around the Cove to the road up to the car. I knew if I stopped I wouldn't get started again so I just had to power through.  


As we were making our way towards the car park two of my aunties and cousin came to congratulate us on finishing. I was so happy to be finished, but I was physically, mentally and emotionally drained. Nothing else left to give. Tears began running down my cheeks as I processed what I had just done!

I'd like to thank everyone that made this possible and everyone who was soo generous to donate to such a wonderful bunch of kiddies. I'm sure they will really appreciate everyone's kindness and generosity, it is much appreciated.  



(28 miles and 13 hours later.... )

His Will
His Way 
My FAITH!

SOUTH AFRICA 2022

Love Anna x


Dirt, Difficulty and Determination! Part 1

Sunday 16th January 

 Me and my sister had our alarms set for 2:30 am. After less than 3 hours sleep because of nervousness and adrenaline we got up, got dressed had some breakfast of left over pesto pasta from the night before and snuck out of the house at 3am. We got into my sisters car and drove the 45 minutes away from home to our starting point at Studland Ferry. At this point we were in very high spirits and adrenaline was running through our bodies. we walked from the car to the starting point at the ferry and then began our adventure after taking a few photos at 4am. 

We were making great timing along the beach loving life and talking lots. It was great to be able to spend quality time with my sister knowing that I wont see her for a while in a few weeks time. Our first obstacle came when we realised that the path we needed to get on was on the other side of the incoming tide... Because we didn't want to trek back on ourselves we decided that the only way to the other side was to climb on the cages of rocks that stop the cliffs eroding. A little dangerous some might say!



At this point it was still pitch black out we had our head torches on guiding the way even though mine was useless and was not strong at all. It seemed like we made our way to Old Harry Rocks very quickly. We were very happy with our progress so headed down into Swanage... At this point I was trusting my sister with her directions as she had done most of the coastal path at different times throughout the past few years.... To find out she forgot where she was going ... We are both pretty sure we got lost.. haha oh well we were still happy that we were keeping on track with our timing goal! 

When we made it to Swanage (Fish and Chip shop) We had hit our 7 mile mark.... It was only 6:10 am at this point so we felt like we were smashing it hitting our first target on time at the 1/4 way mark. 

Our next destination to get too was St. Aldhem's Head which at this point seemed manageable not too hard or hilly but boy it was slippery!

When we left Swanage our next step in the journey was Durlston Country Park. The South Coast coastal path is mapped out with little acorn pictures, However in the dark as you can imagine they are pretty impossible to see. So.. relying on my satnav (my Sister) I trusted her and once again we got lost and added an extra hill to the journey... 


When we got to Durlston Country Park we thought it would be light out, but it was still dark! Thankfully there was a water refilling station that we sure did take advantage off. We made our way down the path to the light house and through the gate back on to the rocky slippery path to Dancing Ledge. This should have been pretty easy... But we were so wrong... The rocky path was covered in mud and became lethal .. well for me anyway... my sister stayed on two feet and I practically crawled. Every time I walked a few steps my legs would go opposite directions and I was splat on my bum, Hands or knees...                            This is where I got the nickname Bambi 

I was extremely happy when we passed Dancing Ledge the Sun was just making its first appearance so we got to watch the stunning sun rise over the bright blue peaceful sea. The sky was a beautiful orange colour when we made it to Windspit this is where I had done (training) one week before. By training I mean 7 miles Circle route with a stop at the local pub for 30 mins in between. The only other training I had done was 5 - 10k a day on a tredmill with no incline since January 1st other than that I would drive everywhere!



When we were at Windspit I went to shut one of the country gates behind me and as I turned I slipped, fell and smashed my shoulder into the concrete step. This made using that arm so painful... but I knew how many people had supported the Children at TLC so I didn't want to give up.

I knew that from Windspit to St. Aldhem's head it wasn't far so I was happy and this kept me motivated to get to the half way mark!!

We finally had service at this point so we were able to stop and use our phones quickly as the first update we posted we didn't stop at we continued to walk whilst typing and posting on social media about our journey so our first actual rest was at the 14 mile mark. 

Life felt great the only hard part of that half of the journey was the slipping, falling over and being covered in mud on the lower half of my body, everything else was a joke and a great laugh with my incredibly strong sister!



Monday 17 January 2022

BIG NEWS!

 

When things are out of your control they can be scary... right?

TLC has been a massive part of my life since the age of 17 when I came across a video of the kiddies on YouTube. I flew out to Johannesburg South Africa with my Dad in November less than 2 weeks after being accepted to volunteer at the children's home. All that I knew about TLC I had discovered from the internet. I knew that it would most likely be an incredible adventure full of many highs and lows. But I didn't know about all the little miracles that would happen during my stays at TLC in the years since. 

Since that first trip to TLC Children's home I have volunteered there for a total of 24 months. 

These have been some of the most amazing and challenging times of my life. It is wonderful getting to spend time with the children and babies. Giving them the love they need and deserve. However, we are all humans, it can be hard when babies and children who you have helped to raise get adopted or fostered and leave the TLC property. I am so happy for the children when they get to go to their forever families but I do miss them an enormous amount. 

Having said that about 2 months ago I created a post on Gofundme about a hike that I decided to do to raise funds for the kiddies to go on outtings to experience activities away from the place they love and call Home. 

At this point in my life I was enjoying Nannying for a wonderful family just down the road from where me and my family live. Little did I know how much my life was going to change within the next few months. 

The babies and everyone at TLC have been on my mind every day since that 1st trip to the children's Home. As I was leaving Johannesburg the last time I was there I prayed and said If your plan for my life is to leave the children's home., please make it known and take the desire to be there away from my heart

However, the thoughts about TLC and the memories with the kiddies kept getting stronger and stronger. It was at that point in my life that I knew God was not done... 

After a few messages back and forth to managers it was decided that they'd love to have me back. So, paperwork was completed and sent off and the time of waiting began... 

I let work know about leaving to go back to my kiddies in South Africa but at this point I was still unsure if I'd actually be able to go.

Previously with visa paperwork it would take a month to a month and a half to return so I would try and forget about it and carry on with life. 

This time life got busy especially as it was over the Christmas period. I got on with life and said to my Auntie that if God wants it to happen it will be approved and if its declined he just has a different path for my life. I will be sad but everything happens for a reason! 

Then as I was packing up a few of my things in anticipation for the news I received a text saying the paperwork had arrived at the embassy. At this point I started to panic ... This was the same message I got when the paperwork was given in to the embassy and from that point on it could take anywhere up to 2 months to come back. So, I prayed about it and approximately 5 minutes later I received a second message .... your passport is with the courier and will arrive tomorrow. 

I have honestly never been so excited but so nervous in my life... The text didn't say if it was approved or declined... it just said it was coming...

One long night and nearly whole day later I received my passport. In front of my mum and brother I counted through my passport to get to my THIRD VISA for TLC Children's Home!!!! It was APPROVED!!!!

Having said that after spending 9 months back in the UK. I am happy to announce that I will be returning to TLC Children's Home for a grand total of 2 years 11 months. I am soo grateful that my visa has been approved and that I am able to love these children and spend quality time with them once again. 

Thank you so much to everyone for the Love and Support on all of my trips to TLC Children's Home especially as I get ready to head out in under 3 weeks...

(The massive amount of paperwork in order to get the visa processed.)

Saturday 15 January 2022

Bringing Joy one experience at a time!

The past few years I have been back and forth to Johannesburg South Africa Volunteering at TLC Children's home. TLC is a loving home committed to rescue any newborn or baby who has been abandoned by their family, irrespective of their race or health status. They provide responsive, temporary nurturing of up to 35 babies, with the aim of reducing risk and trauma during their critical first 1000 days of life.

During my stays at TLC I have made countless bottles, changed thousands of nappies and have been their to watch many milestones passed. I have loved being able to spend time with these beautiful children, playing and experiencing many firsts with them. Because they are in a Children's home and there are lots of them they don't get to do many things that we take for granted here, including going to the mall, going out to the park/ soft play or enjoying a lovely walk followed by lunch. Having said this, during my previous trip I was given funding to give the children a experience that they wont forget. We took 13 children and their preschool teachers to the local zoo farm to feed the animals then had lunch out. I cannot explain the happiness on these children's faces ... It was a truly incredible day!


As many of you know I'm not a massive fan of exersize but I thought that to raise some funds to make these experiences happen more often for the children I'd set myself a challenge.... and a challenge it will be.... On the 16th January 2022, Me, my sister and my cousin will be hiking from Studland point 28 miles all the way to Lulworth Cove on the coastal route in around 12 hours. Any donations are massively appreciated and will go directly to giving these amazing children incredible days out. THANKYOU!!

I will be posting updates on my facebook at the 1/4, 1/2, 3/4 and finally at the end of my journey along the coast. When I reach the end my family and some cousins will be there to help me cross the finish line! Then over the next couple of days I will put all of the posts from facebook into 1 blog so that you can see the challenge step by step.


I am so grateful to everyone that has given soooo generously to these incredible kids. I really cant express enough just how far this money will go on adventures and opportunities outside of TLC. Here are a couple of photos from previous trips to TLC on our adventures off the property to the local zoo farm. This was around 1/2 way through my trip at TLC and the kiddies that we took kept asking if we could go back to the farm every day until I came home. I would love to be able to do more adventures like this and see there little faces light up with excitement. 
Thankyou for making this all possible and especially to Knoll Farm Church for making the previous outting happen. 




Thursday 6 January 2022

When Years turn into Months!

DECEMBER 2021

Oh what a crazy year this has been... 

January 1st I still had a job in the care industry doing domicilary work between clients houses during Covid. 

Febuary 1st I had recently landed in Johannesburg South Africa. 

April 1st I had driven back down to Durban alone for 6 hours, to be with friends and relax  

June 2nd after multiple cancelled plane tickets because of Covid 19 I got on a plane and arrived home to be stuck in hotel quarantine for what was the worst 11 days of my life. 

July 26th I started my new Job Nannying for a large family for what was meant to be 5 years, however plans change and changed they have. 

I am currently on month 5 of Nannying and this is my final month with this lovely family. It has been an incredibly fun and busy 5 months including spending time with family and friends local to where i'm from in the UK.

I may have been wrong thinking I was going to be doing nannying for 5 years and it turning out to be 5 months but things are working out for the best and this is honestly my dream come true. A lot of paperwork completed and I have said good bye to the family who I helped to take care of. They really became like family to me so I will definitely miss them and all the fun things that we do together. 

I cant say much about the plan for the future at the moment as paperwork is still to be returned but for now all I can say is that i'm excited for what may be ahead. 

 This road will most likely be long and windy with its ups and downs and its pot holes in between but I'm sure God's plan will show its self more and more as the time goes on. 

Hotel Hell

  

Travel Restrictions are extremely irritating. When I left England at the end of January there was no such thing as Red lists or hotel quarantine, however all of this came into effect whilst I was abroad. The British Government decided that if you where to enter the UK from what they classed as a Red List country you would have to pay £1750 to stay in a quarantine hotel for 11 days to make sure you didn't have the dreaded Covid. I really wasn't a fan of the idea but knew that I needed to come home to sort my health out and get a job to earn some money again as by this point I was on the last bit of my savings after contemplating the enormous amount that would be used for quarantine. 

When I left South Africa I still hadn't fully recovered from my illness but decided that I needed to be home near family so took the 9 hour journey to France then had a layover of 3 hours then the 2 hour flight back to the UK. This is where I was separated in to the Red List Line. I was at the back of the queue with a few other English couples so had a great laugh chatting whilst waiting for 3 hours to get through immigration. 

At this point, I said goodbye to the people I had met and was ushered through with someone from security to collect my cases then to go and wait in a queue for the bus to transport us to the hotel. 

The security marched us through the airport in a line and honestly I felt like a prisoner they may as well have shackled our feet, a few of us joked about how silly it all was. We were being watched from every angel to make sure we didn't do a runner. 

Anyway after 2 hours to make it 15 minutes away from the airport to the hotel I was finally allowed off the bus where I was escorted by yet again more security. 

It was here where I was told to fill in a health and allergy form. They told me I was too late for lunch but there was a burger I could eat If I wanted it... I kindly pointed out that I couldn't eat the burger as my allergies where stated on the form I had handed back to him two minutes prior.

I was then taken to my room and told If I needed anything to ring the hotel phone and if I wanted to go outside I would need to ask for security then they would come and collect me.

I found my 'Deep cleaned' room to have half a toilet roll missing and a pack of opened medication under the bed. This made me already feel disgusting as well as the strange stains on the bed. If I was going to catch Covid It would definately be from here.

The security rarely kept their masks on, The cleaners didn't wear gloves and there was no such thing as aprons or any sanitation really. They mixed me and a pregnant lady with her son in a lift and also when I was on day 9 put me in the lift with someone who had just arrived so they really didn't care about the risk of us catching Covid. 

When my first meal came, I laughed seeing as they put the main ingredient that makes my lips swell all over my food... a large cut up tomato. I didn't say anything to them thinking that it was just a mistake however when I went for my walk outside their was an Indian guy who really advocated for the fact they were giving me food I was allergic too. He spoke to the Liason officer who assured me it wouldn't happen again. 

However, It did happen again ... It continued to happen every meal until day 7, by this point I had spoken to the same Liason officer twice, the chef and multiple security officers who all seemed to blame the next person. 

Day 7 was a rough one, I hit rock bottom! My lips were swollen my face arms legs and stomach covered in eczema and blisters from being fed food that I couldn't eat and clearly stated that on 2 forms before I arrived at the hotel and on the form the day I arrived also. So, I phoned my doctor and asked for a emergency prescription to be sent to a pharmacy near by then dropped to the hotel, Over £50 more later. 

Up until day 7 we were allowed 2, 20 minute walks a day so I did it was hot and the window barely opened. Smokers were allowed out as much as they needed. So, I phoned security and headed down, where I was shouted at by a Security man who told me I had already been out in the morning. I told him It wasn't a problem until that point and that because of them at the hotel I was becoming more and more sick I needed my inhaler and fresh air. So, I continued to walk out the door. I phoned my parents told them what had happened and was then followed by a security guard. He followed me for a while and then disappeared. Then shortly after 2 security came and followed me and told me to go inside. I politely declined as they said all they could do was ask me to go in. This continued to happen until I had 5 male security and 1 female surrounding me. I felt more threatened at this hotel in the country I was born in than walking in Johannesburg to my hotel I was staying at.

I was shocked when after 7 hours of declining to go inside the security guard handed me a handful of paperwork explaining that I was basically mental signed by the same Liason officer that claims he helped my situation with the food and told me that I needed police intervention. 

They thought I was a threat, The person that wouldn't hurt anyone, the person who had just come back from helping to look after children abroad, the person who felt more threatened by a bunch of security in her home country all of whom struggled to speak English and that was part of the problem. Everything to do with my allergies was getting lost in translation. During my stay in hotel hell I met 3 english people 2 being them mother and child and another being a lovely lady all whom said the same as me it was hell and they felt like a foreigner in their home country...  


A time of REST and RELAXATION

 

February 1st - June 2nd 

Travel restrictions overcome, PCR test completed, Travel Certificate returned and I was off ... 

2 hour flight to France 3 hour layover 9 hours to Joburg and I could breath! Thankfully I met a professional tennis player at Heathrow who was also heading to Johannesburg so he helped me with the transit in France. Once we landed in South Africa and he met up with a friend, I rented a car and drove to a bed and breakfast close to TLC so that I could surprise the kiddies and management the following morning as I was shattered. 

So that next morning I packed up a small bag and headed off to surprise everyone! However, it did not go smoothly I forgot just how scary driving could be in South Africa. Up until this trip I had only ever been a passenger and man oh man that was scary enough. Taxi's don't quite understand the rules of the road and most just pay for their lisences without doing the actual test. Over the pot hole roads I drove for about 20 minutes when I got to the intersection that leads to TLC road and the power was out. No traffic lights. So at this point you kind of hold your breath and hope that all the other drivers are on the same brain wave as you and put your foot down and cross the road. Then with that all going smoothly you can breath again.  One step closer to my babies and TLC family. 

Once I saw the security guard I knew I was home. It felt right. He knows me and my parents very well so he was surprised by my return. He showed me where to park and that was it. I ran into the nursery and surprised most of the managers and met the new babies. However no one at preschool new I had returned so I wondered down and discreatly walked past one of the managers offices. I opened the door, walked in and said I'm home. To my surprise she burst into tears ... I ran over to her hugged her and she said that was just what she needed. what all of them needed something positive within a month of hard and challenging times. We had a short conversation as to how I ended up returning then she asked if I had visited my preschool group yet. I replied, No. I explained I was worried that they wouldn't remember me it had been nearly an entire year since my previous trip ended and they were all still so small when I left. She replied saying that they would never forget me and that I made such a big impact in their little lives. So, having said this she asked to video the reunion. I spotted the kiddies outside their room going for playtime after their nap whilst the preschool teacher was putting their clean tables back inside from their lunch a short time before I arrived. I walked outside and peeped around the corner, not realising the manager hadn't quite got the camera running at this point... but my babies saw me and ... the recognised me! ANNA ANNA ANNA they shouted as they started getting closer to me! The preschool teacher ( someone who i had grown closely with during previous trips) had her back turned to me and was telling the kids to go play as Hannah was on her break and to leave her alone. (Hannah was another volunteer who was their at that period of time)  to her disbelieve I shouted her name and she came running ... The kids got to me first but she was shocked, she was so happy to see me. 

I explained that I was there on a holiday visa so would be staying close to TLC for just under 90 days as that's all my visa would allow and that I could help out wherever I was needed. 

After a couple of weeks back and forth to TLC Children's home I decided to take one of the managers and 2 if his friends to Durban on holiday as they had all really helped me on previous trips. This was just what I needed after 10 months of full on care work working 6 days a week most weeks with the roller coaster of emotions that came with it. During my time as a care worker I had to process 29 of my clients people who i got to know like grandparents pass away from old age and illnesses that we could not control. Mentally this was hard. And although I was on a lovely holiday with incredible people I didn't feel like myself. I felt lost and confused. I didn't understand why, all I knew is I needed to be alone. So after a lovely week and a bit of holidaying I drove back to Johannesburg with them and chilled in a hotel for a few days however it seemed like I was meant to be back in Durban I just had a feeling and so I went. 

I booked a ticket and flew down where I uber'd to the cheapest bedsit I could find. Turns out it was the place that I needed to be, the couple who owned it where lovely. The wife was English and she had just returned from England after doing a stint of domicilary care to earn money to take back to her bedsit business. She and her husband and son where lovely and made me feel at home making sure I was safe and well looked after. My friend was down from Joburg taking care of his Gran at the time so we went on days out and explored around town for a few weeks. The place I stayed at was in the prime location ... a 20 minute walk up to the local shopping mall and restuarants and 15 minute walk down to a relaxing beach where surfers loved to go as the waves where incredible. Most mornings I would find myself waking up just before sunrise and walking down to the beach and along the promenade to the local supermarket to get breakfast and relax by the ocean. This was just what I needed. A place to rest, relax and enjoy the outdoors and be at peace. My friend took me to a church he had found that linked with the one we went to in Johannesburg. I met lovely people and became closer to God during this time. 

The weeks went fast whilst I was down there enjoying the fresh beach air. It was time for me to go back to Johannesburg to spend time with the kiddies before I had to return to England. 

As I wasn't a 'proper' volunteer I stayed offsite so was booking bed and breakfasts in the local communities however, this one was a flop and a big one at that... 

It was dirty, scary and extremely unwelcoming, so after speaking to my parents in the UK I decided after 2 nights to go back to Durban by the sea and relax and unwind until I was to come home to England. Many travel restrictions where being put into place during my time in SA and this was quickly becoming real. The South African president decided to extend all visas as it was becoming impossible to travel home with the continuous flight cancellations, So I decided to say goodbye to everyone at TLC and just before lunch time I drove the 6 hours by myself down to Durban (basically one road from Joburg to Durban) I went back to the same bedsit and stayed there for roughly a month. This is when I became very sick! Everytime I would eat I was either sick or had dioreah my lips where swollen and blistered peeling every few days... and little did I know I also had a awful sinus infection. The pain was soo bad that the only option on day 9 of being ill was to get up just before sunrise and walk to the nearest doctors surgery at the mall. I knew that if I waited until the sun was up I would have passed out so this was the only way to get there. 

When the admin Lady unlocked the door for the morning patients she saw me there leaning against the wall, she quickly welcomed me in, gave me a chair and told me i'd be the first one to be seen. The Doctors visit went something along the line of ... you've had a reaction to food, you've got a severe sinus infection and are severely dehydrated! If you had come to us tomorrow we would have admitted you to hospital. Go to the shops and drink at least 8 lucuzaids a day to rehydrate and get antibiotics and other medications from the pharmacy. She told me not to fly until the sinus infection had cleared up and then think about heading home to get things sorted in the UK. 

So, that is what i did....

Just under 2 weeks and 2 cancelled flights later I got on the flight back to the UK via France to end up in what I class as.... Hotel Hell...