Critical Mass in Johannesburg

On Good Friday, 29 March 2013, an unofficial and unsupported group bike ride took place in Johannesburg city centre at night time to raise awareness about the viability of bicycles as a form of transport which is known as Critical Mass. Although this movement occurs to raise awareness every last Friday of each month in Johannesburg, this month, the idea of the event was to ride against rape whereby donations were collected for various rape crisis centres such as the Jess Foord Foundation Handbag Project.

Looking beyond Earth Hour

At 8:30pm to 9:30pm local time on Saturday, 23 March 2013, millions of people around the world will unite for the World Wildlife Fund’s (WWF) Earth Hour. The planet will go dark for an hour as many people will switch off their lights as a symbolic gesture to show their commitment to doing something positive for the planet.

Warrior Race #2 - It's all in the Teamwork

Grey, ominous clouds quickly gathered above us, the wind picked up and it started to drizzle. I began to shiver and started jumping up and down in an attempt to keep my muscles warm for this strenuous race that I was about to encounter. As I smeared red paint across my face and arms, to create a warrior look, I heard the announcement that I had been waiting for over the PA system, "Warrior Rookies batch number four will take off in five minutes." 

Warrior Race #1 - A Mud Fest

From below it looked easy, but as I climb up this loose net, the distance from where I am to the ground is becoming more and more realistic. After struggling to get up the swaying net, I see an outstretched arm from above offering me help. I take it and I'm hoisted onto a metal platform. Here, I'm joined by a row of muddy people, all looking down; one half is frozen with fear and the other half anxious to jump. "Ok, this doesn't look too hectic," I say to myself, but this all changes when I shuffle over to the ledge and look down. Suddenly, my heart starts to beat faster and I freeze. Five metres below me is a watery mud pit, about two-and-a-half-metres deep, which we have to jump into. My body is shaking from fear as I am afraid of heights. From behind me, my teammate Martin starts counting down: 3, 2, 1, GO! I jump. All I remember is hitting the stinging water, water going up my nose, then hitting the bottom of the pit and someone pulling me out of the water. It felt surreal, but I did it; I jumped from a five-metre platform! 

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