I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye!

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! Those penne with salmon did not agree with me! I cannot remember the last time I was that sick. I was up all night. Not good! I was so ill that I couldn’t go to my placement this morning for my last day, which means that I didn’t see my kids and couldn’t say goodbye. At first, I was devastated, but then I thought that I don’t really remember my teachers from when I was their age and I have only been there for three weeks. I hope that I have made a difference by the attention and affection I gave them but will they remember me? I don’t think so and it is fine. Hopefully, another volunteer will come very soon and will continue to love and care for them as this is what they need.

What was not my surprise when my roommate Kristine, who worked at another placement not far from mine, came

Cape Town, South Africa

 back to home base. She had a gift bag for me. One of the ladies I worked with went all the way to her placement, which meant walking through one of the most dangerous part of the city, and asked her to give it to me. She said that they all loved me there. Apparently, this is the first time someone received a gift from my particular placement. I wanted to cry. It goes to show that sometimes you think that you are invisible and your contribution doesn’t mean much, but you touch some people without even realising it. I don’t know if I will ever see her or the kids again. The answer is probably not, but there is a part of me which hope that I will.

The rest of my day was spent sleeping. No going to Long Street for me to see the draw for the World Cup which will be in Cape Town in 2010. I needed to get some rest before the big departure tomorrow. London Calling!

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