On the 23rd of May, in a haze of blissful post-exam freedom, I began my long journey from my home in cold, little Scotland to King’s school, South Africa. In all honesty, as I boarded the plane that would fly me thousands of miles across the world, I felt a huge amount of terror at the prospect of arriving in a completely foreign country where I would know absolutely no one. Swallowing my fear (and remembering the price of the plane ticket…) I made the journey and, despite my initial apprehension, I am so very glad I did so. King’s school welcomed me with such warmth and friendliness – children and staff alike – that it did not take me long to find a home here.
It has been immensely enjoyable experiencing such a colourful culture so different to my own. I have been fortunate enough to have had the opportunity to immerse myself in and learn about South African lifestyle, wildlife, music, lingo and food, and it has been the most fascinating experience. I have seen my first wild monkey, tasted biltong and boerewors, tried my hand at Zulu dancing, visited a fraction of the plethora of arts and crafts establishments on the Midlands’ Meander, and basked in the glorious so-called South African “winter”! South Africa is a beautiful, colourful and enthralling country and there is still so much for me to learn and experience.