Saturday November 24, 2007
Wow – here we are back in jolly old London. The layovers were from 2 hours to 9 hours in Heathrow, but a time to regroup and relax.
Our last day in South Africa was a very busy one. We had a relaxing get-up and then on the bus with all bags packed at 9 AM. In the morning we made our way to Soweto, to a memorial for a Hector Peterson (13 yr old boy) who was killed during the student uprising, June 16, 1976. This saw students reacting to the pronouncement that Africans would be the official language of education. For most of us it was a very moving experience that gave us a
clearer understanding of the struggle against apartheid. We then had a tour of Nelson Mandela’s home that he lived in with his first wife and with Winnie until his incarceration.
Without an exception we were all surprised at what we saw in

Soweto. I know – for myself – I expected to see mile after mile of shacks – what we saw – were sections of shacks – surrounded by well kept up small to large middle class homes with well tended yards. We saw evidence
of a thriving underground economy in sidewalk, car repair centers and open air car washes.
Everything that might be useful for someone was up for sale, and the people were open, friendly – very well dressing and polite. There were lots of children around as they are just getting out for their summer break. Most – if in school – wore a uniform.
From here we went to Wandie’s Place for a task of an authentic African meal – except for the dessert which was a delicious cake with custard.
I think the only part of the meal that did not go over well was the Tripe.
At 2 we said good bye to Marianna, Joan and Diane as they headed off to Rwanda to visit the Gorillas and Marianna’s brother. Then we were off to one last opportunity of shopping at a Wholesale Warehouse place. We had a great time, but this stop necessitated many of us doing a bit of repacking.
Then through heavy traffic to the airport – check-in – fight the line-ups, worry about the weight of our suitcases, then wait. The flight was uneventful and now – here we are in London. A few are staying over in England and Scotland, but the rest are heading back to our homes in Canada.
We all agreed it was a wonderful trip – exceeding expectations, and providing us all with memories that we will keep for a lifetime.
Our thanks go to Rostad for great organization, for our bus drivers Sabon and Preggie, but particularly to our fabulous guide Stuart McMillan. He showed us so much of South Africa, and was never afraid to talk politics or to provide an education. It is evident that some of his love of his country has rubbed off on all of us, and those who can will likely return.
Wow – here we are back in jolly old London. The layovers were from 2 hours to 9 hours in Heathrow, but a time to regroup and relax.
Our last day in South Africa was a very busy one. We had a relaxing get-up and then on the bus with all bags packed at 9 AM. In the morning we made our way to Soweto, to a memorial for a Hector Peterson (13 yr old boy) who was killed during the student uprising, June 16, 1976. This saw students reacting to the pronouncement that Africans would be the official language of education. For most of us it was a very moving experience that gave us a
Without an exception we were all surprised at what we saw in
From here we went to Wandie’s Place for a task of an authentic African meal – except for the dessert which was a delicious cake with custard.
At 2 we said good bye to Marianna, Joan and Diane as they headed off to Rwanda to visit the Gorillas and Marianna’s brother. Then we were off to one last opportunity of shopping at a Wholesale Warehouse place. We had a great time, but this stop necessitated many of us doing a bit of repacking.
Then through heavy traffic to the airport – check-in – fight the line-ups, worry about the weight of our suitcases, then wait. The flight was uneventful and now – here we are in London. A few are staying over in England and Scotland, but the rest are heading back to our homes in Canada.
Our thanks go to Rostad for great organization, for our bus drivers Sabon and Preggie, but particularly to our fabulous guide Stuart McMillan. He showed us so much of South Africa, and was never afraid to talk politics or to provide an education. It is evident that some of his love of his country has rubbed off on all of us, and those who can will likely return.