ANNA INSAM: Forget pricey places and countless calories, and say hello to cafés dedicated to bringing you nutritious and delicious dishes, focused on fresh and wholesome ingredients. Health foodies beware, you're going to have to carve out some time in your schedules to visit these incredible spots.
1. Skinny Legs and All
70 Loop Street, CBD. A quirky minimalist space, with walls dressed in cheeky larger-than-life artworks, where breakfast can entail a "porridge of the gods" or "prosciutto soft scrambled eggs" and much more! Breakfast is served all day, upping the anti of this hotspot. It’s the perfect 11am brunch spot for lazy mornings. Inventive salads, open sandwiches and a mains section all jostle for your attention. Utilize the free wifi and dig into a mouth-watering dish while enjoying the vibrant chatter of fellow diners and the bustle of the city streets. As if this luxury café didn’t have us sold already, their service is impeccable, so you’re guaranteed a satisfied tummy and a happy heart.
ALI FINDLAY: “OK. Stop! Stop the car, I really can’t hold it anymore.” The car pulls over onto the rocky ground next to the dirt road. Before the car comes to a stop I yank the door open and sprint out onto the rocks. The air is so cold that I am instantly covered with goose bumps. I find my little area and do what I gotta do in the bushes, staring at the Lesotho sunset. Never Have I Ever been that desperate for the toilet.
Our first Afriski morning brought cold, and lots of it. I bundled myself up in layer upon layer of clothing and waddled down to the rent shop with the others. My feet were measured, my weight was recorded and I was handed a pair of heavy red boots, two poles and a pair of skis. I didn’t know where to start. Fumbling with my equipment, we strode up to the slopes where I met up with my ski instructor, Mariana, from Slovakia. As soon as the skis were attached to my feet, I slid slowly backwards down the slope, stopping myself by dragging my hands in the snow. Most of the other people in the lesson followed my lead and some completed the show by crashing into the safety netting. At first learning to manoeuvre myself on the slippery snow was difficult, but the more I persevered the better I got. I soon realised that this is a type of fun that you can’t experience doing anything else. The adrenaline rush is completely unique.
KATELYN MOSTERT: Scrolling through UCT Ikeys Crushes, you secretly hope (but don’t expect) to find your name at the top of a post, followed by a description of you, or your habits, or your crusher’s desire for you. It would come as quite a surprise to have your name attached to one of the more graphic posts, especially if you aren’t looking but simply get directed there by a friend who finds your name. What happens when you do?
He doesn’t believe it. Denial. Is there another person at UCT with my name? He’s shocked, confused. The content is surprising. Why is my name here? Who put my name here? What made them write that?
KATY SCOTT: I stand with my mouth hanging as, “Would you like a bag?” becomes the most perplexing question I have had to answer all week. Do I want a bag? What do I even want, really?
I hit this point, usually once a week, where I just have no bloody clue. Thoughts and desires hurtle about in my head and bang against my forehead. Everything I was ever once certain about turns to mish-mashed potatoes. Supper. At least I know what I’m having for supper tonight.
I fear that there is no light, and I’m pretty convinced that I’m in a ditch, not a tunnel. It’s like I’ve been given a lucky packet filled with PMS, stress and distress. Don’t try to ask me what I’m feeling, I don’t know, (and I might depress you with my answer). Where to from here?
APHILE-APHILE SOLOLO: The celebration of Women’s Week 2014, being held from 4 to 9 August, began with the Pan African Youth Dialogue (PAYD) panel discussion on Beauty and Strength on Tuesday, 5 August at Rhodes University.
Lisa Maholo, the head of the Rhodes University division of PAYD, said the purpose of the discussion was to “provide a platform for young men and women to engage with issues around beauty and strength in a modern society”.
Zukiswa Kota, an Education Researcher and Environmentalist at Public Service Accountability Monitor (PSAM), raised the notion that beauty lies in strength and the natural environment in which one lives.
BOIPELO BOIKHUTSO: Last week Perdeby published an article reporting TuksRes’s proposal to create separate residences exclusively for first-year students and residences exclusively for senior students. Perdeby asked a few residence students for their opinions on the matter.
“The proposal is fine if it will make more space for first years as long as no one is excluded.” – Precious Mphago, second-year BA Psychology student from Lilium
CHRISTINA SCHILD: It’s commonly described as one of the most raucous, dirty festivals around – welcome to the twentieth anniversary of Oppikoppi. While the theme, Odyssey, may be after one of the great classic pieces of literature, there will hardly be anything classy about your Oppi experience. Prepare to be dirty, swallow more dust than you thought possible, make friends with anyone who speaks and to dance your heart out. To get you started on your path to greatness, here are a few tips to survive Oppikoppi 2014.
Don’t be a dust bunny
Wet wipes are going to become your best friend, perhaps more loved than first drink and last Panado. The Oppi dust will literally stick your skin, blocking your pores and taking away all sexy feelings. Another way to combat the dust, fashion yourself a sort of face mask. Surgical masks seem to be a common choice, but why not shake things up and lug around a gas mask?
LAURIE SCARBOROUGH: So firstly, welcome back to UCT, fine people who read this column. Good on you to brave the mountainous campus for another four months (and for reading my column every edition). If your holiday was anything like mine, it was far from restful. If you flip over to the Features section you’ll see that I was involved in a musical at the Artscape, and rehearsal were almost daily, stretching into the darkest hours of the night. Very exciting and everything – dreams come true, standing ovations, gold stars, etc etc.
Besides the obvious stand-out moments of being on a stage that every performer lives for, I think one of things that will stick with me is the sheer amount of make-up that is smeared on your face in your pre-show preparation.
PARUSHA NAIDOO: Sexism, ageism and (South Africa’s personal favourite) racism, are generally the dominant themes that come to mind when we enter into heated debates about discrimination. But wait, there is another “ism” to add to our list of prejudices - accentism. Your response may be “Did she just make that up?”
While the word was underlined in red when I typed it, it does exist, at least that’s what Google tells me. Accentism essentially refers to the discrimination of someone based on their accent. So beyond skin tone, hair colour and gender, our accents act as signallers. We unconsciously associate accents with class, education and cultural backgrounds. We instantly form attitudes towards people based on their twangs and drawls.
PORTIA KOBUE: Teecee Boley is new to Johannesburg and to Wits University. She arrived from Liberia six months ago and is still adjusting to her new surroundings and the local cuisine of South Africa. Portia Kobue helps Boley find traditional Liberian food in the city of gold.
Gathering up her greens in a fork, Tecee Boley’s face exudes a sense of contentment. This is her first Liberian meal since she arrived in South Africa in February.