Rough bricks, soft hands and hope
Chez Pool finds nothing soothes the soul like hard labour on a construction site with Habitat for Humanity.
Chez Pool was born into a family of coloured Alpha Females in Cape Town in the mid-70’s! Her father once made the mistake of saying to her across the dinner table that even though she was only four years old, she shouldn’t be afraid to share her thoughts, observations and opinions as loudly as her siblings, mother and grandmother did. From that day forward, she didn’t stop. Her father had created a talking terror, who to this day, remains a chatterbox at heart even though her passions have extended themselves to photography, the arts and working in the realms of social development. An eternal optimist, omnist and an easy talker with a quick laugh and off beat humour, Chez had the good fortune to make friends from all walks of life. Each connection inspired new perspectives and provided alternative avenues along which to journey. Chez didn’t wander to the ends of the earth to find some of the most incredible stories though, she discovered many treasures in her own backyard. Chez’s undying love affair with her native land of South Africa and her ability to find the extraordinary even in the mundane is expressed in her unique voice through both her words and photographs. According to Chez, her journey is only beginning. She has her heart set on travelling to lesser known places in and around South Africa to capture the tales of the people and communities she hopes to meet. Chez believes that in South Africa, anything is possible!
Chez Pool, aka The Puddle, returns to BSA blog after far too long a hiatus with some riffs on the names of people, places and sweet things.
The 2010 World Cup fever is hitting me hard, writes Chez Pool. I’m feeling a strange desire to paint my face in my country’s national colours and ululate at the top of my voice.
Unafraid to push boundaries, Nigel and his team — sports and news presenters Brandon Baatjies and Sandra Rosenberg and Knobbo “the sidekick” — set out to wake up the city with all sorts of crazy antics and discussions.
I hung out with my buddies at Surfer’s Corner every day after high school for three years (in rain and shine) while they surfed or prayed for good waves, and I watched all the hot surfer dudes, confesses Chez Pool.
Our intrepid correspondent sets out to party hearty at the FIFA World Cup draw in Cape Town on December 5, but ends up feeling like a Hobbit.
I love idling away hours in the museum. I visit so often that I know the floor plan by heart. I’m always amazed that I learn something new with each visit.
The Gardens, a haven situated at the top of Adderley Street, has been a sanctuary for the city’s overheated and overworked people for over 200 years…
If you’ve ever passed by the Plumstead Fisheries on the corner of Victoria and Main Road, Plumstead, you will know what I’m talking about.
There is so much to do in Cape Town that choosing where to go on a sunny day can be daunting. We have just had one of those beautiful weekends and so many options lay before me that I only started moving by late afternoon.