Hanging on to hope When I arrived in Durban I heard a few of the team members say something like “she could be another Stella” two or three times about different people. I wasn’t sure what they were talking about. As the bus rolled in to Cape Town someone said “Oh Cool Stella is here”. I still didn’t know who they were talking about until a biggish older lady squeezed into the minibus next to me and introduced herself after the tour of Robben Island. I discovered a very special person.