“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” – Mark Jenkins

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Bryn Kass
San Francisco, CA

Friday, March 25, 2011

We've Got Game!

Then, we went on our first all-interstudy outing to the Touws River area. We spent most of our first day volunteering at an elementary school a couple hours away. We completely re-vamped their entire classroom setting, repainting the walls, cleaning the floors, and then putting everything back together again. When a break was due, we would go outside and play soccer or learn new handshakes with the adorable kids that went to school there. It was a very rewarding way to start the weekend away.

Afterwards, we journeyed to the Aquila game reserve. It was a luxurious weekend of animal spottings and pool escapades. I wouldn’t call it a true safari (not to spoil the hopes and dreams of you soon-to-be Aquila visitors), but it is much too controlled to actually mimic real-world wildlife. That being said, seeing such marvelous animals within mere meters –metric does make more sense, you must admit –of you is quite an experience. At the end of the day, we tried our best to remain ignorant of the enclosures around and added protections over the animals in the reserve. The weekend of luxury would not have been complete without a grand buffet, of which we took full advantage, let me assure you. After surviving off of wheatabix, wheat bread, peanut butter, and ketchup, all-you-can-eat dining was much appreciated.

We spent the evening swimming in the pool and creating synchronized swimming routines; and, of course, when I say “we”, I mean those who would lay their dignity on the line for the sake of synchronized swimming. The chatting and laughter went late into the night, and, although I was supposed to half an entire cabin to myself, I chose to sleep in an extra single bed in Britt’s cabin to avoid being so alone. I didn’t come abroad to enjoy luxury by myself, afterall. The next day was spent in the sunshine by the pool, playing games, and laughing hysterically over the little things. As necessary, my schoolbooks were open, but hardly touched. How could I pass up a good ol’ game of Marco Polo?






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