January 25, 2012

the visa drama continues...

Well, I have been offered my first official job. 

Not just a job. More than a job. A career. A career enhancing kinda job. 

And therefore there are more bureaucratic hoops to jump through. I am so looking forward to that....

Converting my visa into one that kindly, happily, with pleasure, grants me permission to work. I don't have a lot of permission right now. Just to hang around here for a while. A good while. 

But now I want to be official. Now I want to work. Earn a liveable salary. Continue my rather. Stop. Start. Career. Make a contribution to life. To the economy. To myself. And my African family. Oh and get a bank account. Which will randomly allow me to do all those things with an official job. 

It sounds so simple. Get job. Get bank account so job can pay me. Contribute to life in this small community I have decided to live in. 

Simple?? 

I wish. 

Visa Hoop-ness Round 2. 

Bring it on!!

January 13, 2012

after the high season storm

Over Christmas and New Year everyone takes a holiday. Except me. And a few others. We work harder than we ever work all year in order to cater for the hordes of tourists that descend onto this little patch of Wild Coast.

We try to have a holiday too. It's known as "work hard, party hard". Which I discovered this year is an excellent policy when you're in  your early twenties... 

And then we pretty much all fall over in a little muddy, sweaty patch with a beer in our hands panting. Last year it rained for 11 days straight over season. This year it rained a bit less.

The world has returned to normal now. Season is over. The beach is back to being empty. The cows are back on the beach taking it over in their own unique way. The roads are empty of cars, enormous monster 4x4 things, stupid 4 wheeler bikes and random people asking random questions. And I've remembered what my friends look like. 

I like having it back this way. High season is fun, mad, crazy, busy, amusing, hot and bothering. But the energy and dynamic of the little place I've decided to call home for now is better out of season. Now I can breathe.