Trip Meter Day 1 - Crossing the Equator into the southern hemisphere Day 2 - Table Mountain, Bo-Kaap, Waterfront and Long Street in Cape Town Day 3 - Cape Peninsula in a vintage motorcycle sidecar Day 4 - Shark cage diving in Gansbaai Day 5 - Winery in Paarl, patting a cheetah in Stellenbosch and French fine-dining in Franschhoek Day 6 - Back to Bombay via Johannesburg Trip Sponsors

In July 2009, I traveled to South Africa as one of the five travelers selected and sponsored by South Africa Tourism and Web 18 to photograph and blog about South Africa.

This was my first trip south of the Equator, and during my six days in and around Cape Town, I rode the cable car to the top of Table Mountain, walked the colorful Malay quarters of Bo-Kaap, rode around Cape Peninsula in a vintage motorcycle sidecar, stood at the Cape of Good Hope, saw African Penguins, swam with the Great White sharks in Atlantic, drove through the wineries in Paarl, patted a Cheetah in Stellenbosch, and ate a ten course French meal in a Franschhoek restaurant that's ranked #37 in the world.

This page, still incomplete, is a journal from the trip. Read about how the trip began.

DAY 1 - CROSSING THE EQUATOR INTO THE SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE
Overnight: Protea Hotel Fire and Ice, Cape Town

Bombay to Johannesburg to Cape Town

For the first time in my 27 years, I crossed the equator into the southern hemisphere. After an overnight flight from Bombay, I reached Joburg airport at 0800 hrs local time. My onward flight to Cape Town was scheduled for 1200 hrs. Peter from South African Discoveries received us at the airport, handed our tour tickets and got us a mobile phone recharge from Vodacom. I then went to change $200 to South African Rands. At $1 = 7.81 ZAR, it looked like a sweet deal. However, 50 rands for transaction charges and another 45 for admin charges plus the tax didn't leave the deal sweet anymore. I lost about 100 rands on 1550. Too bad. Next time, I should remember to just withdraw money from an ATM.

It was pleasantly cold inside the airport. It must have been single-digit degree centigrade outside. The tag lines of ads in restrooms did catch my attention - 'Better Sex Naturally' and 'Beat the Babalas' - but did not convey what products they sold. South Africa's domestic airline Mango had the best colored planes I have ever seen - bright orange!

At 1200 hrs, I boarded the plane from Joburg to Cape Town.

Note to self: Never ever change money at the airport or hotel. Pay using credit cards or withdraw cash at an ATM.

"We have landed in Cape Town. It's a beautiful day out there."

After a 2 hour flight across the South African country, the aircraft began its descent from 10,000m towards the blanket of clouds that covered Cape Town city. As the plane plunged into the clouds and emerged on the other side, a scintillating array of tiny houses shone back at us.

The city was in no hurry. The townships looked neatly arranged with vast stretches of green scattered between them. As we moved closer to the ground, I could tell the colors of homes - green, blue, red, white, but mostly ochre and brick-red. Some townships were concrete gray - still under construction. The townships were laid out on a green plain that gently sloped up and down - which, I later learnt, were the Cape Flats. A vast deep blue ocean washed the shores of this green plain; it's borders laced with white surf. And on one side lay the majestic Table Mountain, squatting mightily at the edge of the city.

Our aircraft flew over the townships and now onto the ocean. And with one giant swoop and u-turn, provided breathtaking views of the bay, coast, city and suburban townships. The plane dived for the runaway, and a thud later, the flight captain announced, "Ladies and gents. We have landed in Cape Town. It's a beautiful day out there."

Faldi from Cape Caper Tours picked me up at the airport and drove to the city. Cape Town had impressive roadways. I looked out of the window and asked,

"Is that the Table Mountain?"

"No, that's the Devil's Peak. Everyone new to the city thinks it's the Table Mountain. You'll see Table Mountain from your hotel."

After a short drive from the airport, Faldi dropped me at Protea Hotel - Fire and Ice. The reception knew my name before I stepped in. They put a nice little personal note (with my picture!) in the lobby. My room had another personal note and many small little gifts. I thought the staff was courteous and warm to me because I was here on an invitation from SATB. Later, I figured that all their guests had similar personalised touches to their stay. I really liked the R bracelet (Respect, Recognition and Responsibility) the hotel left for me in my room.

In the evening, I walked along Long Street. Long Street is the night life hub of Cape Town - a sort of must-do-for-tourists thing. In a little mosque on Long Street, I met two gentlemen - Lyes Kadem, a young Algerian muslim living and working as a professor in Montreal, and Louis-Gilles Durand, a French speaking Canadian heading a research lab in Montreal. We struck up a conversation outside the mosque and later had dinner at Nyoni's Kraal.

"Will this guy wake up at 5 am to kill a student?"

At dinner, Lyes talked about life in Algeria and how a right wing political party would campaign for elections saying, "You must vote for us or else face the wrath of Allah." As simple as that.

"The right wingers would one day declare 'No universities' and no universities it is. Anybody attending university is threatened with life," Lyes continued. "In such situations, life becomes strange. You have to think about it and take a call -- 'I take the 5:30 am train to the university. Will this guy wake up so early to kill me? If he does, then he deserves to get me.' -- There is nothing you can do about it. And life thus continues."

Lyes' hypothetical dilemma about identity was engaging. Who was he first? A Muslim. An Algerian. An African. A Mediterranean. A French speaking immigrant in Canada. All of these? None of these? There is no doubt that man's identity is the single biggest source of conflict in history.

Our occidental vs. oriental conversations continued and ranged from Indian zero, Arabic numberals, the American civilization, life in Algeria, the cultural baggage in India, the language split in Canada to the problems of the Muslim world.

Nyoni's Kraal had a nice touch of Africa both in decor and menu. It served a lot of braai meats. Each portion served here could easily serve three! Lyes' chicken was manageable but Louis-Gilles mutton chops and my T-bone steak could as well serve two people if not three. "Enjoy your meal, you are in Africa!" our waitress smiled on our surprise at the large portions. After the meal, I walked back to my hotel. It was 7:30 pm, but the roads were completely deserted. By the end of the uphill walk to my hotel, my heart began to pound inside my chest. And exhaustion was not the only reason.

Note to self: There must be a reason why I was the only person walking on the road at that hour. Next time, just take a cab.

DAY 2 - TABLE MOUNTAIN, BO-KAAP, WATERFRONT AND LONG STREET IN CAPE TOWN
Overnight: Protea Hotel Fire and Ice, Cape Town

Climbing the Table Mountain in a Cable Car

The Table Mountain comes with an element of uncertainity. Once you reach the 3km long level plateau at the top of Table Mountain, you could enjoy the incredible vistas of city and bay or you could be engulfed in a thick cloud cover (the "table cloth"). Now walking in the clouds can be exciting, but I silently prayed for a clear day. When I pulled my window curtains in the morning, I gasped and almost let out swear words. It was a perfectly clear day with spotless and endless blue sky; and the Table Mountain was already glowing in soft morning light.

After a sumptous English breakfast at the hotel (the salty beef sausages were lip smacking awesome), my driver-guide from Cape Caper Tours picked me up at 9 am. Ameen Dhansay took the scenic route from the city to the base of Table Mountain in his Volkswagen van. We parked the car headed for the cable station. The 1086m ascent in the revolving cable car barely took five minutes. The cable station at the other end looked like a tiny speck of concrete precariously balanced on the edge of the mountain. A little overloading and it seemed it would dislodge and come tumbling down. The view from the cable car - sheets of shining sea spread out beyond the glistening towers of the city - was one of a lifetime.

Table Mountain is Cape Town's prize treasure. It's a national park and a world heritage site - and very well maintained one. Flanked by Lion's Head on the south and Devil's Peak on the north, every cliff offerred an incredible view - Robben Island, Table Bay, Camps and Bantry Bay. One must be a poet to describe the view of Atlantic from here. After spending a couple of hours on the plateau, we came down the Table Mountain (again, in a cable car). It was a great idea to come here early. By the time we descended, queues of parked cars stretched endlessly along the hill and huge crowds had lined up at the bottom cable station.

Ameen and I then drove to the other end of the bay to get a full view of the Table Mountain as must have been seen by early settlers who came from the ocean. We continued our drive through the city - the City Hall, city square, main avenue, the castle, District Six, and V&A Waterfront.

I looked out of my window and saw young men aimlessly hanging around at signals. "Unemployment is a big problem for us," Ameen explained. "They hang around looking for any casual work. It's worse in the townships where crime and drugs are rampant."

Ameen was especially empahtic about District Six. In a cruel decision, the government, during the 60s and 70s evacuated and bulldozed entire neighborhoods in city center. Some 50,000 people we relocated to Cape Flats outside the city. "It was a rainbow neighborhood," Ameen said with some somberness. "All races lived together. But then the government systematically shut facilities, declared it a slum, and moved the people out. This was prime land." Disctrict Six, of course, was in the center of the city. But it lay empty to this date. "The evacuation went too wrong," Ameen continued. "The White builders refused to participate in any development later. In 2000, it was ultimately decidede to hand over District Six to original residents. But it's all very difficult now."

Life doesn't come without it's complexities. I gazed into the emptiness around me. They must have been homes. Several colorful homes with many many families. Only a few mosques and a desolate church stood in the place today.

Walking the Colorful Malay Quarters of Bo-Kaap

At 1 pm, just as Ameen dropped me in Bo-Kaap, six simultaneously adhaans went off from the minarets of mosques. The Malay quarters of Bo-Kaap ("above the cape" in Afrikaans) was a predominantly Muslim area, and definitely Cape Town's most colorful. Tiny houses dazzled in pastel shades of pink, blue, magenta, voilet, red, yellow and green.

I walked towards Biesmiellah Cafe on the corner of a street where 5-6 men in overalls, presumably on a mid-day break from work, stood chatting on the sidewalk. As I walked pass them, one of them confronted me: "Hey! Where you going?" he said in a voice that wasn't naturally rough.

"I am going to the restaurant to eat lunch," I told him.

"Where? Where you going? You man!" he tried hard to act like a bully. He looked no jerk. Just a normal blue-collar worker on a lunch-time break. His friends looked on from the sidewalk.

I pointed to the door: "I am going to the restaurant to eat lunch," I repeated myself maintaining the calm in my voice. At that moment, his friends betrayed him and burst out in a fit of laughter. The guy gave up the pretense and dropped his shoulders.

"Mohammed Abdullah," he extended his arm and introduced himself.

"Zishaan Hayath," I said shaking his hand.

"Pakistan?"

"No, India,"

"Nice to meet you, brother. Do you have cigaratte?"

"No," I politely shook my head and pushed the restaurant door.

"It's a good place to eat," Abdullah shouted over my shoulder.

I walked around in the colorful neighborhood. The houses here have had a long tradition of getting their homes painted every year on eid - in bright colors of pastel yellow, pink, blue, green and every color you can (or perhaps cannot) imagine on a wall. While walking through the neighborhood, I struck a conversation with Yusuf Ahmed, a 65 year old entrepreneur who supplied cakes to school canteens. He was so impressed with India and it's rising economy, he implored me that I share ideas with him. "We don't want a million dollars. And a million dollars is a lot of money. We want ideas. The ideas are priceless," he said. And then lowering his voice to a whisper, "You share the ideas with me, and I teach them to my grandson," he added, pointing towards his 6 year old grandson Zaheer.

Yusuf was a very intelligent man. A little later, he went in and brought cakes and juice for me. While I ate the fresh home made cakes (he was a baker!), he talked about his travels to Turkey and Mecca and how he remembers an encounter with a citizen of Mecca in 1972. "What we experience, we like to give again," he said. He meant this in a positive way. I wondered if this was true for negative experiences too.

I walked further down that cobbled street in Bo-Kaap to stop at a Curio shop. I picked several African wooden masks. Abdullah, the store owner gave me a discount of R110 on a total bill of R350. Abdullah, about 24 years old, too traced his paternal ancestors to India (his mother is a Malay). His brother Ibrahim wanted to visit Calcutta in India because his favorite cricket league (Kolkata Knight Riders) is from that city. He apparently met Shah Rukh Khan once and is his fan ever since.

After Bo-Kaap, I picked up a spicy beef sandwich from an Indian store and walked to my hotel.

The Long Night on Long Street

Later in the evening, I walked along the Victoria and Albert Waterfront. Unlike most other areas in Cape Town, the V&A Waterfront is a completely safe area after dark. The sashimi dinner at Willoughby and Co. (self proclaimed 'purveyors of fine sea food') was the most generous portion I've had so far (two dinners in a row!). The fish was so good - it melted in my mouth after a dip in soya and wasabi. After Waterfront, it was time to hit Long Street. The Dubliner played live music while Joburg and Marvel did well with Rihanna and other latest numbers.

The post midnight hot-dog (crisply fried beef with sweet onions in fresh bread) was pure bliss. And this time, I made sure I took a cab back to the hotel although it was barely 500m away.

DAY 3 - CAPE PENINSULA IN A VINTAGE MOTORCYCLE SIDECAR
Overnight: Southern Sun, Cape Town

DAY 4 - SHARK CAGE DIVING IN GANSBAAI
Overnight: Southern Sun, Cape Town

To Gansbaai for Shark Cage Diving

At 5:01 am, my phone rang and Ibrahim announced himself. "You have a pick up for five. I am waiting for you in the lobby." I had just stepped out of shower and need another 10 minutes to get ready. At 5:09, the phone rang again and Ibrahim said, "I am running late. You are holding me up."

I pleaded two more minutes, threw my cameras in the bag, hung a Do Not Disturb card on my hotel door and ran downstairs. By the time I reached the lobby, the receptionist was walking towards me.

"Please hurry, Sir. He has already left."

I ran outside the door and Ibrahim had started the car. We picked up five more people from Cape Town - a Peruvian couple, an American couple and an English girl. Gansbaai / Kleinbaai was about 180 km south east of Cape Town - a 2 hour drive by the road. And Ibrahim did a good job of getting us there, while all of us went back to sleep.

At 7:30 am, we stopped outside the Great White House restaurant, a barn like white building with a wooden roof. Marine Dynamics, a shark diving and whale watching outfit welcomed its guests and operated out of here. I met the incharge Marilie and later the skipper of our boat Hennie. After a quick breakfast, Hennie took us through a short 15 minute briefing about the days plan. He was the man in control. We then put on our orange life jackets and boarded the boat - Shark Fever.

Swimming with Great White Sharks in the Atlantic

Hennie anchored her off the Dyer Island. Beside it was another island Geyser Rock. And in between the two was a strait called Shark Alley. Dyer Island and Geyser Rock were breeding colonies for African penguins, seals and other marine life. Alex and Jonathan, the volunteers on the boat, got us into the diving suits. While Warran and Benz worked hard to "chum" the sharks. They threw in heads of Tuna and some salty fish soup to create an odour trail. Marine Dynamics picks up fish waste that is not fit for consumption/export for baiting.

About five minutes after we anchored, Hennie called out, "Watch out on your left." A shark was mating with a seal and the seal was giving it a fight. The fight would last about five minutes and usually happens around sunrise and sunset, and we were lucky to catch it. The sharks were already there. While we were busy getting into the suits, a shark hit our boat!

Everyone got into the suits. The waves rocked the boat pretty hard, and some of us, including me, got sick. Hennie had told us about it and it was pretty normal. I went to the edge to throw up and felt a little better. The first set of five people went into a cage that was lowered on the side of the boat. Strict instructions from Hennie said, "No limbs outside the cage. No touching the shark." We were just in suits. No breathing apparatus. The way to do it was to hold your breath and go inside the water. Stay there for as long as you could and then surface. We would float with our neck outside for most of the time and go in when the shark was around.

In the next set of five, I got into the cage. The water of the Atlantic was cold. It started to seep through my suit and I could feel the chill. Some of it got into my mouth and I had to keep spitting to get the salt out of my mouth. Hennie or Benz or Warren would shout "Divers down down" and we would pull in a long breath and go in. The first time they did that, I took a deep breath and dipped into the ocean. And there she was! A huge 3m Great White. All the sickness, cold and salt was worth this one view. She circled the boat and with a quick dash of her tailfin, vanished into darkness. I came up and breathed heavily. Must have been like 10 seconds inside the water.

"Divers down down down," they shouted. A deep breath again and in I went. The sharks came so close, I could touch them if I put my hand out of the cage.

"On your left. Divers down," and down we would go.

We had done about 15 such sightings. I was getting better. The body had adjusted to the cold water and I was breathing deep enough to stay out 30 seconds. It was surreal the sharks swimming a foot away from you. And then a large 3+ meters male just emerged from the bottom and headed for our cage. Thud and a micro second later, it vanished into the dark sea. It took us a few seconds to realize what happened, but it was all okay.

We surfaced to the boat a few minutes later. I was completely drained out of energy. And it was good to be breathing with the nose again (as against mouth during the dive). But the boat was rocking pretty hard, and I felt sick again. After everyone completed their dives in the cage, we headed back for land. The trick, Jonathan told me, during sea-sickness is to focus on land (a fixed point outside the boat) and that really seemed to help.

Hot beverages awaited us when we got back to the restaurant. Hennie took our leave and went back to the sea for another expedition exclusively for the volunteers. Lucas showed us the video he created on the boat - and it was superb! How he captured footage that did not need editing before viewing was mind blowing. Ibrahim drove us back to Cape Town through South African country side. When I got to the hotel at 2:45 pm, I was tired, tasted like salt and smelled like fish.

So that was it. A brilliant experience swimming with the sharks. Unlike the zoo, this time around, the humans experienced the cage.

DAY 5 - WINERY IN PAARL, PATTING A CHEETAH IN STELLENBOSCH AND FRENCH FINE-DINING IN FRANSCHHOEK
Overnight: Le Quartier Francais, Franschhoek

The Wine Route

The weather continued to be kind. It was my fifth continuous clear and sunny day in Cape Town. Ameen, my guide from Day 2 picked me up at the Southern Sun. We started driving out on N1. Ameen started talking about why the Cape is also called the 'circle of saints' - several sheikhs who came in as slaves from Indonesia and Malaysia lie buried in this region. He had a very gentle style of speaking and it was a pleasure to listen to him. And like a good guide, he would inject his monologues with occasional wit and humour.

We drove past olive plantations, oak trees and African fowls towards the towns of Paarl, Stellenbosch and Franschhoek.

Our first stop was the KWV winery. KWV was established in 1918 as a co-operative to regulate wine production in Paarl. KWV is now a private company and is credited with shaping the wine industry of South Africa over the last few decades. The vineyards came to South Africa in 1652 with the Dutch. But the really good ones came here only in 1688 when the Hugenots came here fleeing prosecution in France.

Christa Olivier of KWV took me on a tour of the winery. Since I was the only one around, it essentially became a private tour. When we pushed open the huge cellar doors, a strong aroma would hit my nose. Remember all those adjectives your waiter would splutter out when presenting a wine to you for tasting - woody, okay, plum, spicy, fruity - yeah, all of those and more. South African wine is still fermented in barrels imported from France and US. The South African oak grows too fast due to heat and does not have the same fine grain as European or American oak.

One of the cellars, Christa told me, was also in the Guiness Book of Records for 5 largest barrels. At a capacity of 200,000 litres, the barrel emptied a bottle a day can last 750 years.

Patting a Cheetah

We continued driving through beautiful winelands, although now dry because of winter. Some of the vineyards had rose plantations on the boundary. If you are guessing the roses are planted to give the wine a fragrance, hold your horses. They are there to detect any virus threats to the wines.

We stopped at the Spier wine estate. Spier donated land to support the Cheetah Outreach Program that hand-raises cheetahs in the farm. For a donation of R90, you can pat an adult cheetah's. For R180, you can play with cheetah cubs. The donations support Cheetah Outreach Program and Cheetah Conservation Fund (CCF).

After I made the donation, a volunteer was happy to take me inside the enclosure of an adult cheetah. "You will have to walk along the sides and approach Hemmingway from the rear. You can pat his back but please don't rub his face or tail. Be gentle with the cat. Use only your palms to pat him." the volunteer instructed.

Hemmingway was a 4 year old young adult and at 60 kilos, it was already the largest cat on the farm. The cheetahs live for about 10-12 years in captivity. They would survive for about 8-10 years in the wild. The volunteer explained that many cheetahs were shot by farmers to save their livestock. Now the farm also breeds Anatolian dogs that can be given away to farmers. The dogs scare away cheetahs off the farms and therefore save them from being hunted.

While the volunteer spoke about Hemmingway, I gently patted his back. A few minutes later, he rose from his lying position to sit up and purr. Remember, the cheetahs cannot roar. They can only purr. After a surreal fifteen minutes with Hemmingway, I stepped outside his enclosure. As I returned my badge, I saw a cute little board hanging on the gate: "Enter at your own risk"

The cheetah is originally an Indian cat. It's such a shame that this magnificient cat is extinct in India!

A Date with French Food in Franschhoek

We drove past the varsity town of Stellenbosch to reach Franschhoek by evening. Franschhoek is a small town nestled in the lap of beautiful hills. Originally settled by Hugenots from France, the town still retains its French flavor. It was the eve of Bastille Day and the town was gearing up for the celebrations. Ribbons and curtains in French colors - red, white and blue - adorned all shops and businesses. The town goes to sleep at 6 pm but that is when the dining scene in Franschhoek comes alive. Local and international travelers flock to the superb restaurants and bistros in Franschhoek to experience the French culinary delights.

I stayed at Le Quartier Francais, an auberge with exclusive accommodation and an excellent restaurant in Franschhoek. As our car drove into Le Quartier, Linda Coltart, the General Manager of the property came out to greet us. While we made our introductions, my luggage shifted with magical accuracy and invisibility from the car into their luxury suite - The Four Quarters. It was as if all life in Le Quartier was in precision mode.

I walked into the reception with Linda to meet Susan Huxter, the owner of Le Quartier. The reception was a glowing room with an active yet invisible staff, a huge DVD collection on one wall and a cat on the sofa. Susan extended a warm welcome and kind of surprised me as she had already seen my blog before we met. She asked where would I prefer the evening dinner - the tasting room or the restaurant.

Le Quartier's tasting room and restaurant have been voted as the best in Asia, Africa and #37 in the world. The tasting room offered a delightful French meal of eight courses carefully paired with wines.

"I have arranged for Eleanor to accompany you on dinner this evening," Susan said. Eleanor was Le Quartier's Food and Beverages manager.

"Eating alone is too boring," Susan shook her head. "I would never do that."

The meal lasted a little shy of three hours. Jasper, a graduate from a hospitality school in Netherlands who was on a 20 week internship with Le Quartier, waited on us. As we progressed through the courses, the plates, forks and glasses moved around us like a synchronized ballet. The chef, Margot Janse, threw in another two complimentary courses in the eight course meal. The courses sometimes were made with local seasonal produce - fresh pomegranates or juicy crabs from the Namibia coast. Were those 3 hours a long meal with conversations? Or a long conversation with meals in between? At the end of it, I was so full, I could have died and gone straight to heaven.

Eleanor joked, "Oh, please don't worry. Our rooms are downhill from the tasting room. And we have a wheel barrow right outside the restaurant should one collapse."

Notes on Travel Photography

I think my gadgets out-weighed my clothes on this trip (and I am guilty for this). Two Nikon DSLR bodies - D70 and D50. Three Nikkor lenses - 24mm 2.8, 50mm 1.4, 70-200mm 2.8. One point and shoot - Canon G10 (also doubled up as a video recorder). Laptop - an Apple Macbook. Two phones - HTC and Blackberry. Music - iPod 80 Gb. Bag - Nat Geo 5162.

A big thank you to Kiran Patil and Nishant Vats for lending me their photo gear on this trip!

Every trip brings more wisdom about travel photography. This trip reiterated the learning that it's a joy to shoot with two camera bodies. I also loved the light-weight wide and normal primes. The long zoom lens that I carried on the trip was a sheer masterpiece and provided new unexplored perspectives. But it was too cumbersome to carry it around the neck. However, I must admit that this trip was a poor crop in terms of the number of shots I really loved. I just couldn't peel the layers of Cape Town.

So what's my ideal traveling kit? Two bodies - 1 FX and 1 DX - both with video recording capability. Three prime lenses - 20mm 2.8, 50mm 1.4 and 85mm 1.8. One teleconverter - TC 1.7. One point and shoot - 10+ mp, 4x zoom, video and RAW options. One bag that can accommodate all of this and go into the plane cabin. One bag that can accommodate two bodies with lenses and can be carried around while walking.

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PLAN YOUR TRIP: Flights - Cleartrip.com, South African Airways / Stay - Protea Hotels, Southern Sun, Le Quartier Francais / Eat - Nyoni's Kraal, Willoughby & Co, Two Oceans Restaurant, Africa Cafe, Moyos, Le Quartier Francais / Wine - KWV, Spier / Tours - Cape Capers, Cape Sidecar, Marine Dynamics, Cheetah Outreach / Give - Ikamva, Cheetah Conservation Fund / Currency - 1 ZAR = 6.25 INR