We made it, after an awesome week traveling around South Africa and a 19 hour plane ride, we are back. I have never had a blog before, but I feel pressure to make this last entry into some sort of climax or finale. That might be difficult considering the looming research paper on community assessment due in 48 hours, and that it was exactly 48 hours ago we were discharged from the metal tube that carried us across the Atlantic into the sultry early morning humidity of Virginia. For maybe the first time, it felt right to stand outside and inhale the moist half-breaths provided by August in the eastern US. A half a world away from the

beginning of our day, we arrived welcomed by the hottest days of summer and with renewed perspective only beginning with what constitutes nice weather.
With our project finished and most loose ends tied up we were finally able to travel to some other places in South Africa. Actually, we first got gas and I crashed the car for a second time on a not-so-visible curb in my haste to get a 20 cent ice cream cone. Then, after the rough start and some vulgar language,

we headed east towards a northern gate into Kruger National Park. Admittedly, when I first signed up for this trip I googled parks in South Africa and found this one. Seeing pictures from here provided plenty of incentive to sign up for just about anything that might be an acceptable reason for UVa to send me to this place. When we made it through the gate it took about twenty minutes until we were greeted by the first elephant Ashleigh or I had ever seen in the wild. It was LARGE, and cared not about our existence as it munched on the foliage of the scrubby trees that grew throughout the landscape. On the rest of the four hour

drive we saw impalas, zebras, giraffes, buffalo, baboons, an assortment of awesome birds, and just before sunset a lioness.
On our way back to Johannesburg we also visited a canyon that made me feel wonderfully insignificant the way canyons do.

Remembering the events of only a week ago today feels more like remembering a dream as I sit in the health science library and stare out at McKim Hall next door. Currently, many of the windows in this historic building are awkwardly giving birth to air conditioners. I can also see a functional streetlight allowing the passage of nice looking single occupant cars across an intersection. The rest of the construction site otherwise known as UVa seems pretty much in order too. I have always enjoyed the weirdness of returning home and noticing the things about one’s home country that a traveler’s perspective yields.
South Africa was a country of such varied landscapes and cultures it is impossible for anyone to cover it in the course of a month or a few journal entries. Being home now and still slightly jetlagged, I can’t seem to wrap my head around what would be the essence of South Africa because it doesn’t seem to make sense. Consider America with half of its infrastructure, distribute most the wealth to one out of five people, and add a public health crisis that involves 20% of the population suffering from terminal illness. Now interface contemporary living with an ancient way of life, and don’t forget to include the infinite other variables that seem like they would lead to inescapable chaos. Lastly, understand that in South Africa a kind of harmony exists amongst these elements that defies reason and provides a beautiful example of the willingness of people’s, and a country’s ability to persevere and rise above what seems like it would undermine any function of society.

Of course problems will persist for a long time to come and their size is daunting. Still, I have learned once again that much good can come from the adversity and daily struggles we must face. The passion for life that is easily observed in the people of South Africa is something special and an asset that can’t be discounted in solving the problems of this region. I strongly recommend anyone visit this place of paradox and I appreciate everyone who has encouraged me to share this experience. The end.