Dreams To Reality

I’ve only been in Cape Town for a couple days now and I feel like I haven’t even scratched the surface of things I will see and do here. I live in a volunteer house with about 20 other people from all around the world. It’s a quaint structure with several large bedrooms, a kitchen, a couple living areas, and only two bathrooms. The bathroom situation poses as a problem, especially in the morning when everyone is up and getting ready. But somehow we make do.

The other volunteers are all around the same age. I room with five other guys. As a matter of fact, we have the only boys room in the house. One of them even lives in Livonia, Michigan, my neck of the woods. I can’t even tell you everyone’s names yet.

We started the new morning by attending orientation with Tim and Iwive, the project coordinators of Dreams To Reality (DTR). DTR is an organization that works with school children to help them build better and brighter futures. They took us around the local community to the various child care centers and schools that some of the volunteers would be working at. Each child care center we went to, we were bombarded with toddlers!

Curious lil guy.

Each wanted a high five, a hug, or to play with my camera. I gave a couple of the kids my camera to play with (under my supervision) and they were mesmerized! It was hard getting it back but they took some fascinating photos such as…

an attempted self portrait…

a shot of my shoes…

a snap of me trying to get my camera back…

and this one.

Later that afternoon, we took a train to the main epicenter of Cape Town for what was supposed to be a tour of the city. Instead, Tim and I spent a majority of the time exchanging our groups dollars into South African Rand. Tim thought it would be wise if only one person (me) collectively exchanged the groups money as opposed to everyone doing it individually. That might be true, but it took long because we ended up with about $3,000 which took the teller forever and a day to count. That converted to about R25,000 that we had to give out and figure into everyones individual conversions. Throw in a commission fee for the bank and we ended up in a lengthy math session in one of the branch offices. This took up a good chunk of time. To anyone, who goes to Cape Town and wants to convert their money, don’t go to Ned’s Bank.

Just a small part of the wonderful city of Cape Town.

We spent most of the day learning about our work schedules, walking around town, and becoming aware of our new surroundings. My internal clock still hasn’t quite adjusted yet so I crashed early and called it a night. Tomorrow starts my first day teaching at the school 🙂


Author: Adventure Born

I'm Daniel. A cereal lovin', traveling machine from Michigan on a solo journey around the world, documenting and sharing my unexpected tales from abroad. My aim is to inspire people like YOU to discover your very own adventures. The world is truly too big not to explore it!

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