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In Luanda, Angola at the moment.
I’ve always wanted to visit Africa. To volunteer but strangely, my first visit was a “holiday”, sort of. Slums, dirty, poor people around which I expected it.
What I didn’t expect, since I am really ignorant, was how expensive things are in Luanda. I don’t know how do people survive. I guess that’s why some don’t.
Today we went to the seaport to get to Ilha do Mussulo (Mussulo Island). Once our driver drive in the seaport driveway, people were running crowding outside the bus to get our business for the boat trip. And when we finally for a boatman, the others were quarreling in Portuguese that it was supposed to be their turn. All these for USD 10. Can you imagine how hard life is for them? USD 10 can’t buy you much in Luanda. I really feel fortunate that I was born in Singapore, and not elsewhere.
Africa is so divided. The rich and the poor, it’s so obvious. I know everywhere in the world, it will be the same. But this, is beyond expectation.
