My First American Cultural Experience

Need I say more?

Richmond, Virgina, USA.

So here I am in the big ol’ US of A. Twelve months after applying to the VIF program I finally boarded a plane and spent 24 hours in transit, eventually landing at Richmond Airport. Fate dealt a fortuitous card along the way and seated me next to the only other South African VIF teacher on the plane. So going through immigration and customs was a doddle and the wait in between flights was made a little easier. Since arriving here in Richmond it has been a veritable international smorgasbord. When not busy with various mundane administrative activities and trying to get my head around driving on the wrong side of the road, I have met Philipinos. Canadians, Argentineans and the usual Kiwis and Ausies who manage to sneak in everywhere. I took a walk about Richmond yesterday. It is an interesting mix of historical architecture and modern expression. The area is rich in American history and there are loads of museums. I took a walk about some of the nearby roads and took a couple of interesting photos. The dairy building is obvious but the most interesting thing was the metal sculpture adorning the Richmond Police Headquarters.