Early November and this blog is late!

The regular readers of my monthly meanders know that I try to finish off the post at the end of the month, send it for proofreading and post it within a day or two. Well, for the first time in a long time, this October / November edition is late. This is due to an unfortunate series of events.

I had virtually completed the blog post towards the end of last week. Instead of writing it as a standalone piece I had attached it to something else I was writing. Could I remember what it was? Not a chance! Eventually, after a great deal of searching and gnashing of teeth, I had to recognise it was both futile and frustrating to continue the hunt, and I needed to start again. Perhaps it may even be better and more interesting because of the false start. I have noticed this happens despite the absolute frustration and desperation of losing something.

The second upsetting of the apple cart was when, during my regular morning perambulation, I misjudged a step from the curb into the road. My left leg simply went from under me. A moment later I found myself lying in the gutter, admiring the clouds, with a searing pain up my leg, and, it has to be said, feeling very stupid. I would like to think that, by age 70, I should know how to walk, but evidently not.

It was absolute agony. My first thought was that I had snapped a tendon. After a minute or two the pain eased and I knew what I had done. It had happened before when I was running or playing rugby (touch rugby – not the violent version with tackles). By the evening, I knew the damage was a severely twisted ankle and pulled muscles in my calf.

I was getting over the worst of the pain, and I had reached the point where I had stopped whimpering. I was then contemplating crawling back to the flat – probably 400 meters of discomfort and indignity – when two people who had seen the accident came forward to help. To my surprise and relief one of them had the decency and kindness to drive me the 400 meters home.

Within a few days the ankle could bear weight but was, and is, still extremely swollen. I have been applying liberal quantities of ice and deep heat (alternatingly). I don’t fully understand how this works but it seems to be helping.

Two lessons from this: first, a personal note to self, look more closely at where you are putting your feet; second, to my surprise, people are willing to stop and help, and I have good reason to be very grateful for this.

I am watching the current interesting and potentially momentous geopolitical events. For me these are the recent election in Serbia; the potential for change in the Israeli government; the mid-term elections in the USA; and the South African local government elections.

I don’t feel qualified to comment on events in Serbia, other than to express a sense of relief that maybe the right-wing tide is in retreat. Perhaps, when the chips are down, European electorates do not want to contemplate the divisive and disruptive rule of nationalist parties who are unlikely to bring any form of peace and progress.

In most ways I am even less able to comment on the Israeli results. I think this is something which will take a long time to settle and we have to hope that it will happen with less extremism and more thought. At least there is the prospect of this happening, and I am not sure the present US interventions are helpful. We all need to have our fingers and our toes crossed in the hope that sanity will prevail and there will be some real changes. I cannot understand how the enmity between some elements of Palestinians and Israelis can continue, especially when it seems clear that there can be no winners, just more bloodshed, especially of civilians, and the leveling of the former Palestinian areas. Where will these poor people go?

The mid-term elections in America were indeed fascinating. I avidly read numerous articles in the Guardian. I think this is currently the only mainstream British paper that does not yet have a paywall.

In the articles and editorials most commentators appeared to suggest there would be change, or I suppose I should admit these are the ones I read (which may be an echo chamber). By the time this blog is posted, the results will almost all have come out. Voting day was Tuesday 3rd November and I am writing this on the 6th November. It has been an absolute triumph for the Democrats who almost swept the board.

Early votes were cast in the South African local government elections. The main polling day was Wednesday 4th November, which was declared a public holiday, to facilitate participation. The Democratic Alliance (DA) did well in many areas, particularly the bigger urban ones and the ANC did badly, even where they did not expect to. The theme of the local government will be coalitions with so many tiny parties picking up votes in local areas. At worst these coalitions will be very disruptive, at best people will recognise that they have power to make change; their votes do count; and that can only be good.

I must admit to having been naive about local government. It only recently dawned on me that people who win elections get paid; this money may be called sitting allowances or other fees. I discovered in my abortive foray into local politics in England that it is only the parish councilors who don’t get any money, everyone else does rather well.

Norfolk County Council provides a basic flat-rate allowance of £13,190 per annum for all members to cover time commitments, home use, and local travel. In addition, there are Special Responsibility Allowances (SRAs): extra payments for significant additional duties (limited to a maximum of one SRA per member). The Cabinet Members get an extra £19,785 per year and the Chair gets a further £15,828 per year.

I know there are similar options for elected officials in South Africa. So, it is worth remembering that generally local politicians are not standing purely for power and to make a difference in their communities, but also for their livelihoods.

Cape Town and a 70th Birthday Party

I am back in Durban, and it is already rather warm here. The forecast for an El Nino event seems to be unfolding as we were warned. It could be really serious for much of the world, but the whole of Southern Africa might experience extreme drought again.

It has been over a week since I left Norwich. I caught the 6 AM flight to Amsterdam and then connected on the KLM flight to Cape Town. I was fortunate that there were two empty seats (the middle section) between myself and my neighbour, so we had room to spread out. After the 11-hour flight I was picked up by a prebooked shuttle service, and taken to my accommodation, the Mouille Point Apartments. Once there I checked in and fell into bed. I wish there was a direct flight to Durban, I normally change planes in Johannesburg which is a real pain, and I must spend a night at a hotel.

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Drought looms, fires burn

I spent just under three months in Durban and returned to England over the last weekend in July. There was virtually no rain in Durban, and while it is the dry season, this was exceptional. We know, thanks to El Nino, there is an impending drought across Southern Africa. This dry spell suggests it may be severe, perhaps even the worst since 1983/84.

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Meeting Movers and Shakers in London

I am putting my fingers to the keyboard a little ahead of schedule this month. I wanted to get this blog out before I travelled to South Africa at the end of April. Those plans changed, as I describe later. I’ve had an interesting couple of weeks and am writing while it is still fresh in my mind.

I am a member of the UK board of the organisation ForAfrika. Just over a week ago I was invited to a small gathering of board members in London. The CEO, Isak Pretorious, hosted a dinner in the Conduit Club. It is quite unique, its members are concerned with making a difference, and I think they do.

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Spring turns to summer

Every Sunday morning, when I am in Durban, I drive to the beachfront. It only takes 14 minutes, provided most of the lights are green. I park next to the iconic Joe Cool’s bar and nightclub, and try to walk for 10 kilometres. The route is to the Point, which is at the harbour mouth. It is only an 8 km round trip, even if I walk down all the piers. I add on a bit by walking past the car towards the Suncoast Casino. This casino, a monument to Mammon and lost hopes, is a blot on the landscape. It was designed as a bit of Las Vegas on the beach. The less said about that the better.

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As we move to the end of the year

Christmas is only a few weeks away and it is time for an update to my blog. I don’t want this to become purely a record of health issues, but I have had a rotten time recently.

The reality is that, as we age, ill-health becomes more likely and recovery is slower. I am, again, suffering from an abscess in the fleshy part of my backside. This is technically a peri-anal abscess, not, as I said to my shame at one consultation, a peri-natal abscess. It is a second instalment of the same malady that put me in hospital in Durban a year ago.1

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Cape Town and the Rugby World Cup

My October seemed dominated by health issues. I don’t want to dwell on them but will give a short update, as it has taken time for me to process the events. The first day in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) was bleak. The man in the bed opposite was hooked up to machines that beeped steadily, and constantly. Additionally, there was a nurse aide sitting watching over him. Over the course of the day the beeps slowed down and eventually stopped. There were no interventions, other than to finally draw the curtains round the bed. Not something anyone would want to witness. I was, I think, the least in need of intensive care and the most conscious of my surroundings. The main reason for my inpatient status was so antibiotics could be administered intravenously.

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Touring and Health

It has been some weeks since I last posted. They have been busy weeks though, and not all entirely in a good way. Let me begin with the good stuff, and, unusually, I was able to upload photographs this month, they are at the end!

After the success of the Cape Town to Durban drive last year, my friend Tim and I planned a road trip for the end of August. I flew down to Cape Town and Tim drove in from Riviersondereind. We stayed in Derek and Lynn’s house for a couple of nights, and then set off. The reason for the slight delay was that I had a rotten cold. It turned out there was a lot more going on with my health than that though.

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Health, Hearts, and Hope

At the end of July, I drove up to Eswatini to participate in the events marking the 60th anniversary of my school, Waterford Kamhlaba United World College. It is at least a seven-hour drive, so I stopped overnight at the Ghost Mountain Inn in the little Zululand town of Mkuze. The town lies at the foot of the Lebombo mountains – they are part of a chain of low volcanic hills that run for 800 km in the east of southern Africa. There was conflict between two Zulu factions and a battle on one of the hills. Hundreds died, according to Rider Haggard (famous for King Solomon’s Mines, partly set in Swaziland), and the souls manifest as flickering lights, hence the name.

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Hearts, Plays and Passports

The Yiddish proverb, “Der mentsh trakht un got lakht” translates as “Man plans, and God laughs”. A couple of months ago I became aware of an intermittent pain in my left shoulder. On a few occasions it was severe enough to wake me. I decided it was indigestion, and chewed a few Rennie’s tablets. This seemed to do the trick for a while but, towards the end of the month, it was happening more regularly, and the pain extended into my arm and up to my jaw. I probably would have ignored it but I was advised to have it checked out.

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