Conference - heck of a lot of knowledge in such a short period of time.

Amazingly, I did still get to a lot of conference sessions. As I'd said earlier, I developed bronchitis during my holiday, so I was sick in bed for one day of conference, but I still got to see a lot of great sessions on a plethora of different issues.

With my passion for the developing world, especially reproductive health in those countries, I sought out sessions that were specifically to do with caring for women where resources are scant; The Millennium Development Goals; and how to deal with traditional practices which are harmful to reproductive health (ie. female genital mutilation, early marriage & myths about HIV & AIDS).

It was an amazing conference. I saw people from all over Africa, as well as the Middle East, Asia, India, South America, as well as the obvious countries like the UK, US and Canada. Apparently over 8000 delegates were registered, and the Cape Town International Convention Centre was a superb venue from which to host such a massive congress.

Obviously in the realm of reproductive health, we touch on some pretty sensitive issues. And with people from areas of the world where certain topics would never be discussed (even to the point of death or at least jail if they do so), it was interesting to see the conversations that came out of such sessions. I admit that sometimes in our developed world we can look at issues through our own little lense of what happens in our developed nation, without realising that this is a life and death issue in the developing world. It was fascinating to see the differences between western and eastern viewpoints on certain topics!

One of the major perks of the conference was the fact they had free wi-fi for all the conference delegates - which meant I could use Skype to call home whenever I had a break. For free!

Cape Town Holiday - Settling in

Twenty-eight hours of flying (and one forgotten chapstick, bag of face cleaners and journal later) lead to finally getting off the plane in Cape Town and getting a sudden understanding that there is not just ONE mountain in the Cape - there is one 300km line of mountain range!

I decided to wait around until Bek and Dion's plane landed (they'd flown into Johannesburg earlier in the day, and their domestic flight was about three hours after mine); and I remember sitting there thinking 'geez I hope those two got flights here okay - it'd be just like me to sit around like an idiot for four hours for nothing!'.

But arrive they did - and after six months of having my best friend over the other side of the world (especially at the times I've probably needed her the most), there was FAR too much talking and laughing and carrying-on happening for one small African airport to handle!

The guest house we were staying in was just divine. A beautiful pool, great fish pond, amazing room and bathroom, and the cutest two dogs you'd ever meet (unless you've met my Vox, of course).

Me outside the guest house, Signal Hill behind me

It goes without saying that sleep was all but forgotten as the next six hours involved us catching up with six months of news, joys, disappointments, frustrations and forgotten titbits that hadn't been shared via the brief phone calls and newsy emails that had bounced back and forth.

Bek and Dion during our first trip to the Waterfront

The next day we were up bright and early and here was the first of many forgotten treats for Bek and Dion to enjoy. Cheese platters on the table, all the coffee you could handle and one very memorable fruit bowl - Bek actually cried when she saw the Rockmelon!

But the fun didn't stop there - one trip down to the Waterfront later (one of the more famous tourist areas of CT), and Bek was in heaven. Gloria Jeans had made it's appearance, and it would take more than one attempt to get Bek out of the place. Thus it made a daily showing during their visit, and if I couldn't find her at our allotted meeting points after the conference - GJs was the place I'd head.

Bek with her first GJs 'coffee'

One place we had all determined to visit during our stay was Robben Island - the place where so many political prisoners had been held during the Apartheid years. This tour was fantastic, and you would be mad not to go if you ever happen to be in Cape Town. We were quite fortunate in that we could go on the same day we booked our tickets - we were told by a lot of people that in peak periods there is often a three month wait list!

It was quite humbling to go through the Maximum Security Unit of the prison and observe where Nelson Mandela had been kept during his stay on the island. This tiny little cell with only a sheet of carpet to sleep on and a bowl for meals - it really hit home to me how it must have been to be kept there for over thirty years.

Nelson Mandela's Cell

This was a great start to our holiday together - and it could only get better from here!

Me on the boat, cruising past the Waterfront, Table Mountain and Lion's Rump

Welcome back Cougher!!!

So, I am home.

And I'm sad (always sad when I come back from Africa).

And I have a cough (it's now diagnosed with bronchitis, which has given me at least one more day off of work).

And - I loved it. Every single second of it. Even when I got really sick, I still thought it was the most amazing place I'd been in in a long time.

And yes - I did cry when we hit the African mainland. But, in my defense, 'Circle of Life' was on my iPod (pure fluke), I was drinking rooibos (oh how I miss it!), and it had been about 25 hours travel at that point!!!

I will eventually do a couple of posts to talk about what I did, how Bek & Dion enjoyed their break and how much fun we had together - but this post was just to say hello and to explain my lack of postage until now.

Bronchitis is a mean old thing!