I mentioned in one of my less controversial previous posts that on Freedom Day last week (It was last week, right?) my family and I went to an Instameet at the South End Museum, hosted by Nelson Mandela Bay Tourism. What I may have neglected to mention is that while I was at the museum, I realised that I know absolutely nothing about Port Elizabeth’s history. I grew up in Molteno, a small town about 400kms from here inbetween the mountains, and I vaguely remember learning a few things about coal and jewellery stores and artists and Dr. Lomax or something at school. I’m pretty sure that our education on our town’s history was solid, even if I don’t remember much of it. If I learned anything about Port Elizabeth during my years as a scholar I certainly can’t remember what it was. Now, I realise that I am the worst when it comes to history in general. I know nothing! My brain barely retains even the smallest of historical “facts”. But it seems a little sad that I know so little about the place I call home these days. Despite my hate for history at school, as a traveller I love learning about the places I visit as told by friendly tour guides and visitors’ booklets (why is it that as an adult learning is so much easier to love and yet so much harder to do?) and just from general ambling around new places. And so I thought to myself, I should probably make an effort to learn a few things about here, especially since here is where I spend most of my time.
And you see… This is why I kind of believe in the synchronicty that Julia Cameron speaks of in her books. As soon as you open yourself up to the idea of something, the Universe takes a step towards you and closes the gap. Yeah yeah, I know it’s a flighty sentiment, but damn folks, life is hard with spikes and double-edges swords.
What I didn’t know about the Instameet that we had at the museum included a hashtagged photo sharing competition to win a couple of Nelson Mandela Bay Passes. Of course I added the usual #sharethebay tag to my photographs because that’s what we were doing, and ended up winning myself two passes for my photograph entitled The Littlest Photographer. (more…)