https://samreinders.com https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/1https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_18.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_18    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/2https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_19.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_19    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/3https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_20.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_20    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/4https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_21.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_21    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/5https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_22.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_22    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/6https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_23.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_23    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/7https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_24.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_24    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/8https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_25.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_25    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/9https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_26.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_26    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/10https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_27.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_27    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/11https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_28.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_28    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/12https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_29.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_29    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/13https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_30.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_30    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/14https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_31.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_31    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/15https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_32.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_32    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/16https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_33.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_33    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/17https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_34.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_34    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/18https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_35.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_35    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/19https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_36.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_36    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/20https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_37.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_37    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/21https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_38.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_38    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/22https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_39.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_39    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/23https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_40.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_40    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/24https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_41.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_41    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/25https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_42.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_42    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/26https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_43.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_43    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/27https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_44.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_44    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/28https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_45.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_45    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/29https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_46.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_46    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Shattered-Nepal/30https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_47.jpgSam-Reinders-Nepal-Earthquake_47    A SHATTERED NEPAL   Nepal can get under your skin - the chaos, poetry and its sweet tea runs through my veins.  It has for years.  My trip to cover the after-effects of the devastating earthquake in early 2015 was a – ultimately - personal one. The poetry I had always encountered during my time there had a sad and somber tone this time. But despite the disaster and, in and amongst the collapsed buildings, is a resilience and hope that, frankly, didn't surprise me. This collection of images is a journal of sorts, and the beginning of a longer body of work from the country. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/1https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd01.jpgamd01BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/2https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd02.jpgamd02BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/3https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd03.jpgamd03BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/4https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd04.jpgamd04BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/5https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd05.jpgamd05BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/6https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd06.jpgamd06BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/7https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd07.jpgamd07BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/8https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd08.jpgamd08BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/9https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd09.jpgamd09BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/10https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd10.jpgamd10BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/11https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd11.jpgamd11BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/12https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd12.jpgamd12BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/13https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd13.jpgamd13BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/14https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd14.jpgamd14BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/15https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd15.jpgamd15BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/16https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd16.jpgamd16BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/17https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd17.jpgamd17BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/18https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd18.jpgamd18BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/19https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd19.jpgamd19BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/20https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd20.jpgamd20BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/21https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd21.jpgamd21BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/22https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd22.jpgamd22BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/23https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd23.jpgamd23BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/24https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd24.jpgamd24 https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/25https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd25.jpgamd25BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/26https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd26.jpgamd26BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/27https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd27.jpgamd27BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/28https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd28.jpgamd28BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/29https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd29.jpgamd29BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/30https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd30.jpgamd30BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/31https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd31.jpgamd31BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/32https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd32.jpgamd32BLOOD, WATER AND TEARS AMD or polluted mine water, plagues mining operations the world over. It is considered by many to be one of the greatest environmental threats in South Africa today, occurring at a time when a looming water crisis already poses a threat to clean, accessible water for the country’s population. Inherent within the process of disturbing the earth’s crust and digging ever-deeper for precious metals is the inevitable after-effect of debris making their way back into the environment through the air and water. AMD occurs through natural run-off after rains flush through a mine dump; from mine companies disposing of the water used in their operations; or from old, disused mine shafts filling up with water, eventually decanting above ground. It high in sulfates (salts) and heavy metals (such as uranium and other toxic and carcinogenic heavy metals), and bears a low pH, the marker of acidity. South Africa is the heart of Africa’s gold mining operation. Communities across the country are threatened with AMD as old, disused mine shafts fill up with water, current operations leak their refuse, and tailings stemming from mine dumps, scattered across the country, blow into the air, finally making their way into rivers, streams, and South Africans lungs. While the problem isn’t unique to South Africa, the country’s long history of mining, matched with a poorly enforced regulations and a virgin environmental movement, means that mine waste is left largely unaddressed. Many of the major mining houses have pocketed profits and packed up, leaving a slow-acting government to clean up their mess. As a result, the country is facing a crisis of phenomenal proportions. On windy days patches of Soweto are covered in white and yellow mine dust from dumps surrounding the township. Both the Cradle of Humankind, a UNESCO World Heritage site, and the city of Johannesburg are threatened with rising acid mine water, which could eat through the historic caves and central buildings. Some of the country’s largest and most important waterways, such as the Vaal Dam, are already feeling the impacts of unmitigated and uncontrolled mine waste. This essay takes a closer look at the complicated issue of acid mine drainage (AMD) in South Africa by focusing on communities most affected by it. It attempts to look beyond the heated rhetoric and political and legal machinations and into the widespread nature of the physical problem and into the lives of those living with and fighting against a degrading South Africa. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/33https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd33.jpgamd33 https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/34https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd34.jpgamd34 https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/35https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd35.jpgamd35 https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/36https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd36.jpgamd36 https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/37https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd37.jpgamd37 https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/38https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd38.jpgamd38 https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/39https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd39.jpgamd39 https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/40https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd40.jpgamd40 https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Blood,-Sweat-%26-Water/41https://samreinders.com/pf-media/amd41.jpgamd41 https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/1https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_01.jpgSam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_01A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/2https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_04.jpgSam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_04A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/3https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_17.jpgSam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_17A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/4https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_02.jpgSam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_02A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/5https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_03.jpgSam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_03A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/6https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_05.jpgSam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_05A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/7https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_06.jpgSam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_06A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/8https://samreinders.com/pf-media/dad_07.jpgdad_07A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/9https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_07.jpgSam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_07A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/10https://samreinders.com/pf-media/dad_10.jpgdad_10A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/11https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_08.jpgSam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_08A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/12https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_15.jpgSam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_15A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/13https://samreinders.com/pf-media/dad_19.jpgdad_19A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/14https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_10.jpgSam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_10A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/15https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_11.jpgSam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_11A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/16https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_12.jpgSam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_12A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/17https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_14.jpgSam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_14A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/18https://samreinders.com/pf-media/dad_12.jpgdad_12A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/19https://samreinders.com/pf-media/dad_18.jpgdad_18A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/20https://samreinders.com/pf-media/dad_24.jpgdad_24A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/21https://samreinders.com/pf-media/dad_04.jpgdad_04A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/22https://samreinders.com/pf-media/dad_23.jpgdad_23A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/A-Country-Doctor/23https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_09.jpgSam-Reinders-Country-Doctor-SouthAfrica_09A COUNTRY DOCTOR Like so many other professionals his age, Pete Reinders dreamt – for years – of moving to a small town, of opting out, of breathing out. It took some years (mostly waiting patiently for his kids to fly the coop) but in 2004 the dream finally became a reality and he moved to Prince Albert – a minute town in the semi-desert area of the Karoo in South Africa. Life in the fast-paced city is now firmly in his rear-view mirror. And he’s not turning around.  Pete Reinders, though, is not just any normal country doctor though. He’s my father. These photos are a result of a couple of years of proudly watching him (and my mother, his rock) adjust to a new, slower, life.   Moving there was never a retirement plan. It can be argued that he’s busier now than he ever was in his city practice. But it’s a different kind of busy. With no specialist doctors and life saving machinery close-by he’s kept on his toes. And while his small surgery is only 100 meters from his front door, you’ll more often that not see him driving his “ambulance” (his trusty old LandRover) to his patients homes. There’s no vet in town – so it’s not just humans who seek his care. There’s been a black eagle, a couple of sheep, a mongoose… Stress release takes different forms in a small town. Pete has a farmyard directly behind his surgery and nips out, in between patients, to feed his every growing and haphazard flock or to water his beloved vegetables, all grown from seed. (He’s also known as Piet Pampoen in town for his king size pumpkins, and there’s often the odd stray Turkey wandering in his surgery waiting room) “It’s these small moments that allow you to breathe, allow you to live,” he says.  There is a happiness that oozes from him as he goes about his work and life. When I asked him to answer a few questions about these photos, he chatted so long my phone battery eventually died…  Regrets? “Not a single one…”          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/1https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_01.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_01COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/2https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_02.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_02COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/3https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_03.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_03COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/4https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_04.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_04COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/5https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_05.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_05COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/6https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_06.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_06COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/7https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_07.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_07COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/8https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_08.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_08COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/9https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_09.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_09COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/10https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_10.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_10COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/11https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_11.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_11COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/12https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_12.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_12COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/13https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_13.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_13COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/14https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_14.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_14COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/15https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_15.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_15COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/16https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_16.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_16COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/17https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_17.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_17COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/18https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_18.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_18COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/19https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_19.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_19COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/20https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_20.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_20COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/21https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_21.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_21COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/22https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_22.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_22COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/23https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_23.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_23COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/24https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_24.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_24COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/25https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_25.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_25COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/26https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_26.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_26COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Covering-POTUS/27https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_27.jpgSam-Reinders-WashingtonDC-Bush_27COVERING POTUS The latter half of 2005 will be remembered as troubled times at the White House. The death toll of American soldiers in Iraq was dramatically increasing, and a politically bruising anti-war campaign, fueled by Cindy Sheehan, created discontent in the Nation's capital. Add to this mood; Hurricane Katrina and its political repercussions, two Supreme Court Justices' confirmation hearings (with one of the Presidents nominees dropping out of the race), as well as a highly publicized courtroom drama questioning the ethics of some of his most trusted advisors. President G.W. Bush saw his popularity figures slide to unprecedented low levels. I covered the White House and Capitol Hill for US News and World Report in 2005 and the following images were taken during these months. https://samreinders.com/CONTACT/1 https://samreinders.com/MULTIMEDIA/In-The-Shadow-of-A-Stadium/1https://samreinders.com/pf-media/stadiumshadow2.mp4stadiumshadow2 https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/1https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_01.jpgTownship Tourism 1TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/2https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_02.jpgTownship Tourism 2TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/3https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_03.jpgTownship Tourism 3TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/4https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_04.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_04TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/5https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_05.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_05TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/6https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_06.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_06TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/7https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_07.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_07TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/8https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_08.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_08TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/9https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_09.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_09TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/10https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_11.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_11TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/11https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_12.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_12TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/12https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_13.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_13TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/13https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_14.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_14TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/14https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_15.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_15TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/15https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_16.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_16TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/16https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_17.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_17TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/17https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_18.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_18TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/18https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_19.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_19TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/19https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_20.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_20TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/20https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_21.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_21TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/21https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_22.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_22TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/22https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_23.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_23TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/23https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_24.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_24TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/24https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_25.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_25TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/25https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_26.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_26TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/26https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_27.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_27TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/27https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_28.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_28TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/28https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_29.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_29TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/29https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_30.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_30TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/30https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_31.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_31TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/31https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_32.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_32TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/32https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_33.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_33TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/33https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_34.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_34TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/34https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_35.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_35TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. The aim of these tours is to highlight the plight of a massive sector of South African society that was, and still is, grossly underprivileged, as well as to begin to break down the negative stereotypes that cloud images of the townships as being dirty, depraved and crime ridden. Despite their good intentions though – these tours have been criticized as making a voyeuristic theme park out of poverty  - invading the privacy and crushing the pride of its residents. https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Township-Tourism/35https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_10.jpgSam-Reinders-Township-Tourism-SouthAfrica_10TOWNSHIP TOURISM During South Africa’s apartheid regime townships were established as dormitory suburbs for black laborers who came to the cities from rural areas. Prior to 1994, these townships were not only the center for the fight against apartheid, but one of the most visible symbols of its brutality. A legacy of under-development during this era meant that few townships had decent infrastructure, education facilities or reliable essential services. Poverty, overcrowding and oppression were all daily burdens. Despite incredible changes in South Africa since then, millions still live in townships today. In recent years, tourism has overtaken gold as South Africa’s top foreign exchange earner. In an effort to get a taste of the “real South Africa” increasing numbers of visitors are doing tours of the townships made famous during the apartheid struggle. A booming industry has developed around this type of tourism. Touring a township is an eye-opener, at once hugely depressing but at the same time an uplifting testament to the resilience of the human spirit. 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https://samreinders.com/PORTRAITS/37https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Final_Portraits2022_37.JPGFinal_Portraits2022_37.JPG https://samreinders.com/BIO-AND-CLIENTS/1 https://samreinders.com/mailto:samreinders@gmail.com https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Monthly-Matters/1https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Malawi_01.jpgMalawi_01  MONTHLY MATTERS For many adolescent girls around the world the onset of their first period means the screeching halt of their education. The simple lack of access (financially and logistically) to sanitary towels means a miserable time at school – mocking is rife. They miss up to a week of school of month. Many end up simply dropping out completely. In addition they have to contend with a host of myths and misinformation about that time of the month…These girls, in a small village near Blantyre in Malawi, are part of a pilot project where mothers in the community are trained to make reusable pads that will be supplied to the girls for free. The hope is that it will improve their school attendance and their confidence.    This is Bertha James who is 15. She is shy and blushes easily. Bertha comes from a single headed household – her mom is a small-scale farmer growing groundnuts, pigeon peas and maize to support her family. It’s often just not enough though and the family’s means are not met. Money for sanitary pads is out of the question. And even if it weren’t the nearest shop selling them is many kilometers away.  Bertha would like to be a nurse one day – and recognizes how important school is to obtain her goal. But since she got her period a year ago she’s been missing an increasing amount of school days – due to a heavy flow and little way to prevent herself from soiling herself. She’s also worried about the smell. She’s teased incessantly, which, she says, “pains her.”  "Despite my period I am still happy to be a girl,” she says.         https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Monthly-Matters/2https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Malawi_02.jpgMalawi_02  MONTHLY MATTERS For many adolescent girls around the world the onset of their first period means the screeching halt of their education. The simple lack of access (financially and logistically) to sanitary towels means a miserable time at school – mocking is rife. They miss up to a week of school of month. Many end up simply dropping out completely. In addition they have to contend with a host of myths and misinformation about that time of the month…These girls, in a small village near Blantyre in Malawi, are part of a pilot project where mothers in the community are trained to make reusable pads that will be supplied to the girls for free. The hope is that it will improve their school attendance and their confidence.    “One day I woke up and I just realized I was not the same, “ says Elena Unyolo (17) of starting her period. This is definitely true when it comes to her school attendance. She misses school for about 4 days a month, and then endures punishment for her non-attendance for about 3 days – which in her case involves slashing grass on the school fields and other chores like mopping the toilets. “It makes me angry”, she said.  But this still beats going to class and facing potential teasing. If you soil yourself and leave the class without permission you get punished (and by doing so alert the boys to the fact that you have your period). More importantly you are continually conscious of the situation and can’t concentrate on the teacher anyway, says Elena.  She hopes that her new pads will allow herself and her fellow girls to miss less school. More importantly she hopes that the program will mean people talk about the situation more, there will be less punishment and ostracizing, and that something will be done about the school toilets which lack doors and any form of privacy.  “It is my dream to become a teacher so I can assist others to become who they want to become,” Elena says.        https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Monthly-Matters/3https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Malawi_03.jpgMalawi_03  MONTHLY MATTERS For many adolescent girls around the world the onset of their first period means the screeching halt of their education. The simple lack of access (financially and logistically) to sanitary towels means a miserable time at school – mocking is rife. They miss up to a week of school of month. Many end up simply dropping out completely. In addition they have to contend with a host of myths and misinformation about that time of the month…These girls, in a small village near Blantyre in Malawi, are part of a pilot project where mothers in the community are trained to make reusable pads that will be supplied to the girls for free. The hope is that it will improve their school attendance and their confidence.    At 16 Chifunilo Moyo seems wiser than her years. She’s somewhat reserved, speaks with a slight lisp and wears the trauma of her years in her eyes. She’s one of 5 children and lost both of her parents to illness before she was 10. She lives with her aunt. When I visit her at her village – a small cluster of mud buildings – she is wearing a bright red dress. In other parts of the world it might be worn by a girl her age going to a prom. In fact it may have been used for this already – Chifunelo’s dress is kaunjika – the Malawian term for second hand clothing that makes it’s way from the US and Europe to Africa where it is sold at reduced rates. Her dress makes for an odd choice to fetch water from the well, which she is doing when I arrive. But it is also one of the only pieces of clothing she owns...  Chifunelo first got her period at the age of 12. And after consultation with her sister decided to try and keep it a secret for as long as possible. “I was afraid of being laughed at,” she said. She still uses a nyanda (you can see her dislike of it on her face when she talks about it) or simply 3 or 4 pairs of underwear on top of each other to try (often not successfully) to prevent leaks. More and more she stays home at that time of the month. It’s just easier. Chifunelo wants to be a soldier when she grows up. Despite the hardship of keeping her secret and missing school she says it won’t affect her dream. “I’m going for it, periods or no periods!” she says..       https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Monthly-Matters/4https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Malawi_04.jpgMalawi_04  MONTHLY MATTERS For many adolescent girls around the world the onset of their first period means the screeching halt of their education. The simple lack of access (financially and logistically) to sanitary towels means a miserable time at school – mocking is rife. They miss up to a week of school of month. Many end up simply dropping out completely. In addition they have to contend with a host of myths and misinformation about that time of the month…These girls, in a small village near Blantyre in Malawi, are part of a pilot project where mothers in the community are trained to make reusable pads that will be supplied to the girls for free. The hope is that it will improve their school attendance and their confidence.     “Before… I was laughed at by the boys – even ones who are friends,” said Vast Chingwalu (17) when I chatted to her at her village where she and her family were dehusking corn, which is in season.  As a result of the teazing she missed several days of school a month. Now, after becoming part of Action Aid’s program, she’s back at school all month. “These pads make a huge difference – I can even play netball and am able to stand in class with confidence!” she says.  Despite the confidence the pads give Vast – she still believes the local area myths around her time of the month. Part of her education about periods, as passed on to her by her mother, and a group of ladies from the community, included being told not to cook using salt during her period. Doing so would result in, among other things, the recipient’s teeth falling out.          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Monthly-Matters/5https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Malawi_05.jpgMalawi_05  MONTHLY MATTERS For many adolescent girls around the world the onset of their first period means the screeching halt of their education. The simple lack of access (financially and logistically) to sanitary towels means a miserable time at school – mocking is rife. They miss up to a week of school of month. Many end up simply dropping out completely. In addition they have to contend with a host of myths and misinformation about that time of the month…These girls, in a small village near Blantyre in Malawi, are part of a pilot project where mothers in the community are trained to make reusable pads that will be supplied to the girls for free. The hope is that it will improve their school attendance and their confidence.    At 15 years old Evelyn Nyalugwe has a slight hint of pubescent acne that hints at her age. But her body language is that of someone much older, sitting with a stiff but proudly straight back as we chat. She is one of 5 children, although 3 of them have passed away. She’d like to become a bank manager when she is older. She admires the way they look – but also that they get a good salary. She loves to play netball.  Evelyn started her period at the age of 14. She’d never seen it but she had heard about it. “It was still a mystery” to me. She turned to her stepmother for help and to answer questions. Her stepmother gave her some pieces of material to use as a nyanda and asked her not to play with her siblings when she had her period as she was scared that they would laugh at her and teeze her.  Her school life changed dramatically once she started getting her periods. She used to have a near perfect attendance rate but now she misses a couple of days each month. She definitely can’t play netball when she has her period. “The nyanda is not reliable. I try to keep it a secret”, she says. It’s also hard to keep the nyanda dry after washing and often this can cause candida. Evelyn “doesn’t feel good about missing school,” and will ask her friends to share their notes when she returns but they often don’t. Although she vows to stay in school she does have a friend who dropped out in Standard 4, because she couldn’t take the bullying and teasing. She says that some of the teachers are helpful to their cause – but reprimanding those who bully is not enforced. “We girls get together and advise ourselves on how to deal with it. We talk about the pads and how to take care of ourselves and get rid of the pain,” she says. Traditional medicine is often used to help reduce the pain from cramps.        https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Monthly-Matters/6https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Malawi_06.jpgMalawi_06  MONTHLY MATTERS For many adolescent girls around the world the onset of their first period means the screeching halt of their education. The simple lack of access (financially and logistically) to sanitary towels means a miserable time at school – mocking is rife. They miss up to a week of school of month. Many end up simply dropping out completely. In addition they have to contend with a host of myths and misinformation about that time of the month…These girls, in a small village near Blantyre in Malawi, are part of a pilot project where mothers in the community are trained to make reusable pads that will be supplied to the girls for free. The hope is that it will improve their school attendance and their confidence.    Mirriam Masambo (14) is tiny for her 14 years of age. Intelligence beyond her years is apparent in her speech and she loves school – a detail made evident by the fact that it takes her almost an hour to walk to there… and that’s just one-way! She’d like to become a nurse one day.  She won’t wear the traditional nyanda, but instead wears 3 pairs of underwear over each other, a pair of boxer shorts over that and an additional jersey around her waist to reduce worrying about any staining, and the issues that comes with that.  She tries as hard as possible to go to school but on the worst day of her period she’ll stay home. This is often the second day. She says staying home is “SO boring,” as she rolls her eyes. “I end up having to do chores all the time. Do this, do that….all the time!”. She isn’t teased too much and puts this down to good advise from her mother and education on the subject.         https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Monthly-Matters/7https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Malawi_07.jpgMalawi_07  MONTHLY MATTERS For many adolescent girls around the world the onset of their first period means the screeching halt of their education. The simple lack of access (financially and logistically) to sanitary towels means a miserable time at school – mocking is rife. They miss up to a week of school of month. Many end up simply dropping out completely. In addition they have to contend with a host of myths and misinformation about that time of the month…These girls, in a small village near Blantyre in Malawi, are part of a pilot project where mothers in the community are trained to make reusable pads that will be supplied to the girls for free. The hope is that it will improve their school attendance and their confidence.    “I don’t feel happy about missing school,” says Esnart a shy, but defiant, 17 year old. But since 2015, two years after first getting her period, her flow has become extremely heavy – and she now misses up to 7 days of school a month. Punishment (which adds more days to that) includes mopping and sweeping. She explains that most of the teachers at her school are male, and don’t understand the situation. She is too embarrassed to explain. Being poorer than most – even the girls mock her.  Esnart, the last born in her family, is the only child still living at home. Her mother is a small-scale tomato farmer and the sale of her few tomatoes is what keeps them alive. Money for any kind of sanitary ware is out of the question…          https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Monthly-Matters/8https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Malawi_08.jpgMalawi_08  MONTHLY MATTERS For many adolescent girls around the world the onset of their first period means the screeching halt of their education. The simple lack of access (financially and logistically) to sanitary towels means a miserable time at school – mocking is rife. They miss up to a week of school of month. Many end up simply dropping out completely. In addition they have to contend with a host of myths and misinformation about that time of the month…These girls, in a small village near Blantyre in Malawi, are part of a pilot project where mothers in the community are trained to make reusable pads that will be supplied to the girls for free. The hope is that it will improve their school attendance and their confidence.    This is Aida Jiwara who is 16. She is just one of the pretty kick-ass girls who were frank and open with me about monthly matters. They believe that sanitary towels are not trivial nice-to-have items, but essential tools in the fight against poverty and injustice. “Life is not easy. You go to school, then you study, then you go back to school and then you do chores. There is no time to work and make any money. For pads you need money…” says Aida, who was one of the programs first recipients. She used to wear the traditional nyanda (a thin piece of cotton cloth used between the legs to help control leaking. It is, as you can imagine, not very effective…) and was teased and bullied. Most girls have just one piece of material to use as a nyanda - making it difficult to wash and get dry before needing to wear again. Aida said that hers more often that not remained moist, causing chafing. Terrified that she would soil herself or the nyanda would fall off, she used to miss up to 4 days of school a month (and earn a few days of punishment on top of those for missing school), and worries that she’ll have to go back to doing that when the lifespan of her new re-usable pads comes to an end.        https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/1https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_01.jpgSwartberg2021_01The Black Mountain  What does it feel like to be somewhere? To truly be. There. In that moment. In that slither of time. What it truly feels like to be in a place is a uniquely personal experience. It’s one of life’s wonders - the individuality of feeling, the selfishness of feeling. How do you share it? This is my attempt … The Swartberg Mountains and the hairpin bends of engineering wizardry that make it passable, inspire me to feel. These photographs represent a visual attempt to close the gap of selfishness – to attempt to share the unique feeling of a place – the vertiginous ribbons of twisted road, the smell of dust, the granite texture of the towering edifices… Working in a digital medium, pushing the camera to its furthest capabilities to capture the luminosity of midnight within the folds of the Swartberg, as well as the highlights of a blazing Karoo sun – she removes the colour to focus on the tangible, layers, simplicity and a towering presence. These photographs - taken over 10 years – were never meant to be a body of work, a cohesive thing. They were therapy in a existence where career and lifestyle are fused in a way that leaves little escape from the world around you. Time, though, is an interesting thing and putting the images together and editing and molding them down to a anthology I like makes me realize their importance and the interwoven heaviness of them. Somewhere along the hairpin bends of this mountain pass I found order in disorder…  ***The Swartberg Mountains (Swart = “black” and Berg = “mountain” in Afrikaans) run roughly east-west along the northern edge of the semi-arid area called the Little Karoo, in the Western Cape province of South Africa. Once considered impenetrable, the 27-kilometer Swartberg Pass is now one of the ways over the mountain. Its considered one of the finest mountain passes in the world: an un-tarred road that winds to the summit 1583 meters above sea level in steep zigzags and sudden switchbacks with breathtaking views at every turn. The road is supported in places by hand-packed stonewalls, a trademark of brilliant road engineer Thomas Charles Bain. The pass is a National Monument and much of the Swartberg is part of a UNESCO World Heritage Site.    https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/2https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_02.jpgSwartberg2021_02 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/3https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_03.jpgSwartberg2021_03 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/4https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_04.jpgSwartberg2021_04 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/5https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_05.jpgSwartberg2021_05 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/6https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_06.jpgSwartberg2021_06 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/7https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_07.jpgSwartberg2021_07 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/8https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_08.jpgSwartberg2021_08 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/9https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_09.jpgSwartberg2021_09 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/10https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_10.jpgSwartberg2021_10 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/11https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_11.jpgSwartberg2021_11 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/12https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_12.jpgSwartberg2021_12 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/13https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_13.jpgSwartberg2021_13 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/14https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_14.jpgSwartberg2021_14 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/15https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_15.jpgSwartberg2021_15 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/16https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_16.jpgSwartberg2021_16 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/17https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_17.jpgSwartberg2021_17 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/18https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_18.jpgSwartberg2021_18 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/19https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_19.jpgSwartberg2021_19 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/20https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_20.jpgSwartberg2021_20 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/21https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_21.jpgSwartberg2021_21 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/22https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_22.jpgSwartberg2021_22 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/23https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_23.jpgSwartberg2021_23 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/24https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_24.jpgSwartberg2021_24 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/25https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_25.jpgSwartberg2021_25 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/26https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_26.jpgSwartberg2021_26 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/27https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_27.jpgSwartberg2021_27 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/28https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_28.jpgSwartberg2021_28 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/29https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_29.jpgSwartberg2021_29 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/30https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_30.jpgSwartberg2021_30 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/31https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_31.jpgSwartberg2021_31 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/32https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_32.jpgSwartberg2021_32 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/33https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_33.jpgSwartberg2021_33 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/34https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_34.jpgSwartberg2021_34 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/35https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_35.jpgSwartberg2021_35 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/36https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_36.jpgSwartberg2021_36The Black Mountain  What does it feel like to be somewhere? To truly be. There. In that moment. In that slither of time. What it truly feels like to be in a place is a uniquely personal experience. It’s one of life’s wonders - the individuality of feeling, the selfishness of feeling. How do you share it? This is my attempt … The Swartberg Mountains and the hairpin bends of engineering wizardry that make it passable, inspire me to feel. These photographs represent a visual attempt to close the gap of selfishness – to attempt to share the unique feeling of a place – the vertiginous ribbons of twisted road, the smell of dust, the granite texture of the towering edifices… Working in a digital medium, pushing the camera to its furthest capabilities to capture the luminosity of midnight within the folds of the Swartberg, as well as the highlights of a blazing Karoo sun – she removes the colour to focus on the tangible, layers, simplicity and a towering presence. These photographs - taken over 10 years – were never meant to be a body of work, a cohesive thing. They were therapy in a existence where career and lifestyle are fused in a way that leaves little escape from the world around you. Time, though, is an interesting thing and putting the images together and editing and molding them down to a anthology I like makes me realize their importance and the interwoven heaviness of them. Somewhere along the hairpin bends of this mountain pass I found order in disorder…  ***The Swartberg Mountains (Swart = “black” and Berg = “mountain” in Afrikaans) run roughly east-west along the northern edge of the semi-arid area called the Little Karoo, in the Western Cape province of South Africa. Once considered impenetrable, the 27-kilometer Swartberg Pass is now one of the ways over the mountain. Its considered one of the finest mountain passes in the world: an un-tarred road that winds to the summit 1583 meters above sea level in steep zigzags and sudden switchbacks with breathtaking views at every turn. The road is supported in places by hand-packed stonewalls, a trademark of brilliant road engineer Thomas Charles Bain. The pass is a National Monument and much of the Swartberg is part of a UNESCO World Heritage Site.    https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/37https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_37.jpgSwartberg2021_37The Black Mountain  What does it feel like to be somewhere? To truly be. There. In that moment. In that slither of time. What it truly feels like to be in a place is a uniquely personal experience. It’s one of life’s wonders - the individuality of feeling, the selfishness of feeling. How do you share it? This is my attempt … The Swartberg Mountains and the hairpin bends of engineering wizardry that make it passable, inspire me to feel. These photographs represent a visual attempt to close the gap of selfishness – to attempt to share the unique feeling of a place – the vertiginous ribbons of twisted road, the smell of dust, the granite texture of the towering edifices… Working in a digital medium, pushing the camera to its furthest capabilities to capture the luminosity of midnight within the folds of the Swartberg, as well as the highlights of a blazing Karoo sun – she removes the colour to focus on the tangible, layers, simplicity and a towering presence. These photographs - taken over 10 years – were never meant to be a body of work, a cohesive thing. They were therapy in a existence where career and lifestyle are fused in a way that leaves little escape from the world around you. Time, though, is an interesting thing and putting the images together and editing and molding them down to a anthology I like makes me realize their importance and the interwoven heaviness of them. Somewhere along the hairpin bends of this mountain pass I found order in disorder…  ***The Swartberg Mountains (Swart = “black” and Berg = “mountain” in Afrikaans) run roughly east-west along the northern edge of the semi-arid area called the Little Karoo, in the Western Cape province of South Africa. Once considered impenetrable, the 27-kilometer Swartberg Pass is now one of the ways over the mountain. Its considered one of the finest mountain passes in the world: an un-tarred road that winds to the summit 1583 meters above sea level in steep zigzags and sudden switchbacks with breathtaking views at every turn. The road is supported in places by hand-packed stonewalls, a trademark of brilliant road engineer Thomas Charles Bain. The pass is a National Monument and much of the Swartberg is part of a UNESCO World Heritage Site.    https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/38https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_38.jpgSwartberg2021_38The Black Mountain  What does it feel like to be somewhere? To truly be. There. In that moment. In that slither of time. What it truly feels like to be in a place is a uniquely personal experience. It’s one of life’s wonders - the individuality of feeling, the selfishness of feeling. How do you share it? This is my attempt … The Swartberg Mountains and the hairpin bends of engineering wizardry that make it passable, inspire me to feel. These photographs represent a visual attempt to close the gap of selfishness – to attempt to share the unique feeling of a place – the vertiginous ribbons of twisted road, the smell of dust, the granite texture of the towering edifices… Working in a digital medium, pushing the camera to its furthest capabilities to capture the luminosity of midnight within the folds of the Swartberg, as well as the highlights of a blazing Karoo sun – she removes the colour to focus on the tangible, layers, simplicity and a towering presence. These photographs - taken over 10 years – were never meant to be a body of work, a cohesive thing. They were therapy in a existence where career and lifestyle are fused in a way that leaves little escape from the world around you. Time, though, is an interesting thing and putting the images together and editing and molding them down to a anthology I like makes me realize their importance and the interwoven heaviness of them. Somewhere along the hairpin bends of this mountain pass I found order in disorder…  ***The Swartberg Mountains (Swart = “black” and Berg = “mountain” in Afrikaans) run roughly east-west along the northern edge of the semi-arid area called the Little Karoo, in the Western Cape province of South Africa. Once considered impenetrable, the 27-kilometer Swartberg Pass is now one of the ways over the mountain. Its considered one of the finest mountain passes in the world: an un-tarred road that winds to the summit 1583 meters above sea level in steep zigzags and sudden switchbacks with breathtaking views at every turn. The road is supported in places by hand-packed stonewalls, a trademark of brilliant road engineer Thomas Charles Bain. The pass is a National Monument and much of the Swartberg is part of a UNESCO World Heritage Site.    https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/39https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_39.jpgSwartberg2021_39 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/40https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_40.jpgSwartberg2021_40 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/41https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_41.jpgSwartberg2021_41 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/42https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_42.jpgSwartberg2021_42 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Black-Mountain/43https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Swartberg2021_43.jpgSwartberg2021_43 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/Dassen-Island/thumbs https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/Dassen-Island/1https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Sam-Reinders-Dassen-Island-SouthAfrica_01.jpgSam-Reinders-Dassen-Island-SouthAfrica_01 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But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/3https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_03.JPGNatGeoEdit_03.JPG   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/4https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_04.JPGNatGeoEdit_04.JPG   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/5https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_05.JPGNatGeoEdit_05.JPG   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/6https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_06.JPGNatGeoEdit_06.JPG   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/7https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_07.JPGNatGeoEdit_07.JPG   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .    DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/8https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_08.JPGNatGeoEdit_08.JPG https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/9https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_09.JPGNatGeoEdit_09.JPG   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/10https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_10.JPGNatGeoEdit_10.JPG    DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/11https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_11.JPGNatGeoEdit_11.JPG https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/12https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_12.JPGNatGeoEdit_12.JPG     DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/13https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_13.JPGNatGeoEdit_13.JPG https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/14https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_14.JPGNatGeoEdit_14.JPG   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/15https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_15.JPGNatGeoEdit_15.JPG   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/16https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_16.JPGNatGeoEdit_16.JPG   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/17https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_17.JPGNatGeoEdit_17.JPG   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/18https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_18.JPGNatGeoEdit_18.JPG   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/19https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Nat-Geo-Edit_21.jpgNat-Geo-Edit_21   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/20https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_19.JPGNatGeoEdit_19.JPG   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/21https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_20.JPGNatGeoEdit_20.JPG   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/22https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_22.JPGNatGeoEdit_22.JPG   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/23https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_23.JPGNatGeoEdit_23.JPG   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/24https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_24.JPGNatGeoEdit_24.JPG   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Dispatches-from-Day-Zero/25https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NatGeoEdit_25.JPGNatGeoEdit_25.JPG   DISPATCHES FROM DAY ZERO Go back 2,000 years and Cape Town, South Africa was actually first named “Camissa,” meaning “Place of Sweet Waters,” by the indigenous Khoi people, because of its natural and clean streams stemming from the mountainside. It once had four rivers and 36 springs running through it, and was colonized by the Dutch in 1652 because of its plethora of fresh water. But as the city grew, these water systems became polluted and were diverted underground via a storm water system. .   Fast forward to 2018 and add years of drought attributed to climate change and Cape Town’s swollen population – more people than the place can sustain – and the city faced a much publicized “Day Zero” scenario where the city would simply run out of water. Fear, confusion and water hording marked the early months of that year….  Shot on assignment for National Geographic and The Wall Street Journal. .  https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/1https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_01.jpgNGO2024_01   TELLING PEOPLES STORIES….  I believe strongly that telling people’s stories – as personally as possible, and with as much empathy as possible, can aid humanitarian organizations gain the funding, raise the awareness and gather the leverage they need in order to help people – in whatever small way – to fight the hardships that life can throw their way.   I take this job incredibly seriously – and have honed the skills to do just this in a responsible and ethical way. I shoot both stills and video and believe strongly in personal audio oral histories where possible. p>   Assignments with a varied list of NGO clients (The World Food Program, UNFPA, The Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, Action Aid, UNDP, The Ocean Conservancy, The Treatment Action Campaign, The Greater Good and MSF to name a few) have taught me to work quickly to make connections and gain people’s trust. I’ve learned that logistics in the field are flexible at best and problem solving – as you go – is a large part of the task. So to is working with a mixture of field coordinators, translators and marketing consultants.   Working in the humanitarian aid field is a large part of WHY I do what I do.          https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/2https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_02.jpgNGO2024_02 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/3https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_03.jpgNGO2024_03 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/4https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_04.jpgNGO2024_04 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/5https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_05.jpgNGO2024_05 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/6https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_06.jpgNGO2024_06 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/7https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_07.jpgNGO2024_07 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/8https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_08.jpgNGO2024_08 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/9https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_09.jpgNGO2024_09 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/10https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_10.jpgNGO2024_10 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/11https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_11.jpgNGO2024_11 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/12https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_12.jpgNGO2024_12 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/13https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_13.jpgNGO2024_13 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/14https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_14.jpgNGO2024_14 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/15https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_15.jpgNGO2024_15 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/16https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_16.jpgNGO2024_16 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/17https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_17.jpgNGO2024_17 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/18https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_18.jpgNGO2024_18 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/19https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_19.jpgNGO2024_19 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/20https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_20.jpgNGO2024_20 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/21https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_21.jpgNGO2024_21 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/22https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_22.jpgNGO2024_22 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/23https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_23.jpgNGO2024_23 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/24https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_24.jpgNGO2024_24 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/25https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_25.jpgNGO2024_25 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/26https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_26.jpgNGO2024_26 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/27https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_27.jpgNGO2024_27 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/28https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_28.jpgNGO2024_28 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/29https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_29.jpgNGO2024_29 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/30https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_30.jpgNGO2024_30 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/31https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_31.jpgNGO2024_31 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/32https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_32.jpgNGO2024_32 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/33https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_33.jpgNGO2024_33 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/34https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_35.jpgNGO2024_35 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/35https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_34.jpgNGO2024_34 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/36https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_36.jpgNGO2024_36 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/37https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_37.jpgNGO2024_37 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/38https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_38.jpgNGO2024_38 https://samreinders.com/NGO-STORYTELLING/39https://samreinders.com/pf-media/NGO2024_39.jpgNGO2024_39 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Land-Of-Begin-Again/1https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Karoo_Web_01.jpgKaroo_Web_01   The Land Of Begin Again    It’s been said that wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow. I would argue that who you are leads you to certain places… For me this could be said about the Karoo.  The semi-desert folds of the Karoo stretch over five degrees of longitude of South Africa. Swaths of arid, dusty and desolate land that to the naked eye looks like nothing, but with the right tilt of the head is teeming with life and vibrancy. There are a few scattered towns and the country’s main highway that conveniently and quickly escorts people through it without stopping.  Four generations ago though my ancestors stopped and made a life here. They, like I do now, recognize the incredible beauty of this nothingness. The Land Of Begin Again is a love letter, of sorts, to that place of dust and dreams.    ** Dialogue box won't go away?? Press the (i) button on the bottom left of the screen.    https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Land-Of-Begin-Again/2https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Karoo_Web_02.jpgKaroo_Web_02 https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Land-Of-Begin-Again/3https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Karoo_Web_03.jpgKaroo_Web_03   The Land Of Begin Again    It’s been said that wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow. I would argue that who you are leads you to certain places… For me this could be said about the Karoo.  The semi-desert folds of the Karoo stretch over five degrees of longitude of South Africa. Swaths of arid, dusty and desolate land that to the naked eye looks like nothing, but with the right tilt of the head is teeming with life and vibrancy. There are a few scattered towns and the country’s main highway that conveniently and quickly escorts people through it without stopping.  Four generations ago though my ancestors stopped and made a life here. They, like I do now, recognize the incredible beauty of this nothingness. The Land Of Begin Again is a love letter, of sorts, to that place of dust and dreams.     https://samreinders.com/PERSONAL-WORK/The-Land-Of-Begin-Again/4https://samreinders.com/pf-media/Karoo_Web_04.jpgKaroo_Web_04   The Land Of Begin Again    It’s been said that wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow. I would argue that who you are leads you to certain places… For me this could be said about the Karoo.  The semi-desert folds of the Karoo stretch over five degrees of longitude of South Africa. Swaths of arid, dusty and desolate land that to the naked eye looks like nothing, but with the right tilt of the head is teeming with life and vibrancy. There are a few scattered towns and the country’s main highway that conveniently and quickly escorts people through it without stopping.  Four generations ago though my ancestors stopped and made a life here. They, like I do now, recognize the incredible beauty of this nothingness. 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“Covid” - is a densely populated informal settlement in Cape Town, South Africa comprising more than 800 tin shacks and 3,000-plus residents. It’s still growing. It was founded in March 2021, and has been weathering a number of storms ever since—the weather related ones that the “Cape of Storms” is infamous for, and the gloomy epidemiological storm of a global pandemic. The shacks bump up against the existing township of Mfuleni on one side and the Kuils River and a Cape Nature Reserve on the other. Standing on its sandy hilltop, you can see Table Mountain, and Cape Town’s wealthy suburbs, in the distance.   It is just one of many new settlements that sprung up on the outskirts of Cape Town during South Africa’s lockdown, and it’s resultant economic turmoil, began. There are others too: names such as Level 2, Covid 19, Pandemic, Social Distance and Lock Down reflect their existence in this specific moment in history.   The city and government are calling these new settlements land invasions. In a way they are old hat in South Africa; the country is built, after all, on a centuries-long legacy of land dispossession. Still, there’s been a staggering rise in them since the Coronavirus hit.   As soon as these new settlements were erected, they were torn down by teams of contract workers, city employees, and the Anti-Land Invasion Unit—the largest law-enforcement operation in the City of Cape Town, with members dressed head to toe in riot gear and carrying shotguns. They would descend on a settlement unannounced, often when they are still small in number. Often brute force was used and rarely was there compassion for the people who lived in the shacks – let alone any dignity   The city maintains that the spaces these people are “invading” are “public land earmarked for housing, health care, schools, transport, and basic services.” If they would only get off it, they promised, the city would build them a better community. But history, Covid residents say, has given them little reason to believe them. The people who live on the sandy stretches that comprise the settlement plead that they are there by desperation, not choice. While they may have a piece of tin over their heads at night - the settlements have no electricity (making them unsafe at night), only a few taps with running water and, most importantly, no waste or sanitation services at all.  Two years since Covid became a household name the residents of the settlement remain in limbo about their neighborhood’s future. Their fight has moved to the country’s courtrooms. Residents know, though, that any court decision probably won’t improve their daily lives. 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Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/2https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_02.jpgGrannies for the Goal_2GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/3https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_03.jpgGrannies for the Goal_3GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/4https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_04.jpgGrannies for the Goal_4GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/5https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_05.jpgGrannies for the Goal_5GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/6https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_06.jpgGrannies for the Goal_6GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/7https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_07.jpgGrannies for the Goal_7GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/8https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_08.jpgGrannies for the Goal_8GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/9https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_09.jpgGrannies for the Goal_9GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/10https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_10.jpgGrannies for the Goal_10GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/11https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_11.jpgGrannies for the Goal_11GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/12https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_12.jpgGrannies for the Goal_12GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/13https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_13.jpgGrannies for the Goal_13GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/14https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_14.jpgGrannies for the Goal_14GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/15https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_15.jpgGrannies for the Goal_15GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/16https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_16.jpgGrannies for the Goal_16GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/17https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_17.jpgGrannies for the Goal_17GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/18https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_18.jpgGrannies for the Goal_18GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/19https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_19.jpgGrannies for the Goal_19GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/20https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_20.jpgGrannies for the Goal_20GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/21https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_21.jpgGrannies for the Goal_21GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/22https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_22.jpgGrannies for the Goal_22GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/23https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_23.jpgGrannies for the Goal_23GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/24https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_24.jpgGrannies for the Goal_24GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/25https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_25.jpgGrannies for the Goal_25GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.    https://samreinders.com/EDITORIAL/Grannies-for-the-Goal!/26https://samreinders.com/pf-media/GIFYWebEdit_26.jpgGrannies for the Goal_26GRANNIES FOR THE GOAL!  Gooooooallllll!   Before the teams take the field, officials leaf carefully through passports. Not to check visas or sponsorships, but to make sure no one is too young. At the International Grannies Soccer World Cup, age is the only rule that cannot be bent.   In a stadium in Tzaneen, South Africa, vuvuzelas cut through the morning heat and the stands thrum with anticipation. Gogos, vovos, nanas, mamis - women from seven countries - lace up boots that have waited decades for this moment. Some grew up being told football was not for them. Others put the game aside to raise children, then grandchildren. Many never imagined they would be cheered for simply showing up, let alone for scoring goals.  And yet, when the whistle blows, there is no nostalgia here. This is competition. Seventy-year-old forwards break away down the wing. Goalkeepers are lifted onto shoulders. Commentators shout comparisons to Messi and Maradona. Laughter and grit coexist easily.There is much dancing.   What unfolds over these days is about far more than sport. It is about visibility - women who have spent lifetimes holding families and communities together, now claiming space on a field usually reserved for the young. It is about bodies that have known grief, labour, illness, care - and still choose motion. Still choose play.  In South Africa, millions of children are raised by their grandparents. Buried in that reality is a long history of loss and resilience. On this pitch, that weight is not erased, but it is momentarily set down. Here, there is only the ball, the pass, the run.   This series follows the women who came - and those who almost didn’t (the Zambian team had to hitch-hike to finally make it) - to a World Cup that proves something quietly radical: it is never too late to arrive fully in your own life.