RECEIVING A HELPING HAND.....

There's a country just south of Zimbabwe, the inflation capital of the world - its called South Africa. I was born, bred and educated there, in and around the coastal city of Durban. This had a fairly relaxed lifestyle, unlike one of its inland counterparts, Johannesburg. There the pace is faster, the distances travelled further and originally the crime was worse. But it didn't matter where you lived - everyone paid the same income tax.

I paid income tax from the day I started to work. With my after tax income, I bought things on which I paid VAT (value added tax). I also filled my car up with petrol on a regular basis and the lion's share of this expenditure was made up of taxes. When I bought my house I paid rates to the local municipality for services rendered - refuse, sewage etc. Cutting a long story short a lot of money went to the government's coffers.

I also paid for the services of a private security company to keep my family and possessions safe at home, I paid for private medical cover and I paid for my children to go to school. Security, medical and education - I'm sure some of my tax contributions should have covered some of these services that should have been provided by the state?

Then my new life started in the UK. My wife is a British citizen and they and their family's certainly seem to get a helping hand from the English/British government.

My oldest son has been at school since the second week after we arrived and there are no school fees. The entire family has had at least one visit to the doctor and not once have we had to pay a bill. My wife receives a Child Benefit payment to assist with the costs of our kids and this was back dated to a week after we arrived. She's also just received a £250 voucher to set up a Child Trust Fund. This is a government sponsored scheme to help provide savings for your children which becomes theirs once they turn 18. Also our neighbourhood is exceptionally safe. We don't have to pay for third party security to protect our family and possessions and we don't even have a wall around our premises!

I know these are two entirely different countries with entirely different systems. Both have good and bad points, but one of them seems to have its priorities right, providing a helping hand and the feeling that one is getting a little value for the taxes one pays.

SECURITY AROUND HEATHROW

Before I started my new life in the UK, we often used to park the car at the southern end of Durban International Airport's runway and watch aeroplanes coming in to land. We found a spot really close to the end of the runway, just outside the perimeter fence and the planes were massive as they came in to land. It was always great fun and he would shout and scream with excitement as the planes soared in barely 50 meters or so above our heads.

When our new life in the UK started and we found ourselves living over an hours drive from the major airport, he was quite disappointed. We weren't going to be able to make our trips anymore. But yesterday we had a free day and the kids are on school holidays so I took a trip to the Heathrow Airport area with my son. Obviously we didn't know the area and had to try and find some good viewing spots.

The differences, obviously, between Heathrow and Durban International Airport are vast. Heading north on the clockwise way around the M25 it becomes very apparent that you are getting near Heathrow. The air traffic is unbelievable for the uninitiated. I'm not sure what the exact stats are, but a plane must take off at least every 2 minutes - it may even be less. If they're taking off in a westerly direction they fly straight over the M25 and they're still very low. My son was in his element, whooping with joy everytime a plane took off and we hadn't even found a place to park and watch yet.

But what has all this got to do with security at Heathrow, you may ask? Well I'll tell you that security may not be perfect but it does work. After a while of watching planes take off we headed for the eastern end of the runway to see if we could find a place to watch the planes coming in to land. We found a great spot outside the entrance to some hire car long term parking spot just outside the perimeter fence. Again there was much excitement as the planes came in to land only meters above our head. At one stage I thought the landing gear was going to break through the sun roof! I grabbed my camcorder and started to film a few of the planes as they came in over our heads. I knew this may be "dangerous" but there were no signs saying it was prohibited.

As we got ready to leave there was a knock on the window and a very well mannered police officer asked me if I had been filming. I'd obviously been seen on CCTV or perhaps they just noticed me as they were patrolling. He asked to see what I had been filming, which I showed him and there appeared to be no problem. He then checked all the vehicle registration details and my address with me and on the computer in his patrol vehicle. There were no further problems and off we went.

Well done to the security at Heathrow and the police! I wasn't doing anything illegal but I could have been. The fact that I was questioned doesn't bother me because I know that he was doing his job and doing it properly. If that makes our lives safer and and the lives of all of Heathrow Airport's users safer then I'm all for it.

I'll take my son back to our spot to watch the planes land again but I might leave the camcorder at home.

PROOF OF IDENTITY

As a South African, in South Africa, this was always an easy concept. We all had our green ID books and, if ever asked, this was sufficient proof of who we were. More recently, with the repercussions of international terrorsim and some people living off the proceeds of illegal activites an additional requirement has been set that we also needed to proof where we lived. Again this was easy - as we all lived somewhere and had the relevant utility bills addressed to us at our residential addresses.

When you arrive in England for the first time to settle you need to remember that you basically do not exist, except for some record kept somewhere that the relevant visa was issued to you. You definitely won't have an English ID book or card - they don't use them - yet. And there is much political debate as to whether they ever will. You more than likely will not have a fixed residential address and neither will you have any utility bills being posted to you at the address that you don't yet have.

Why is proof of identity so important you may ask? Well the number one most critical reason is so that you can open bank accounts. Without a bank account it is very difficult to operate, as you could imagine. My recommendation would be to open a UK bank account before you leave South Africa. Once you arrive in the UK you can then update your details with the bank to reflect your new address. More on this in a later post.

But getting back to identity. The basic idea is that you need to start building a track record again so that various credit agencies and banks can check on your "new history".

The first thing you need is an address, and obviously this comes with having a place to live. By and large I think most people will start their lives in the UK renting a home. To do this you will have to sign a short term tenancy (rental) agreement and this then will provide you with proof of address.

Now, once you are in your "new"home you will need to apply for an electricity, gas and water account. This is easily done contacting your preferred supplier and registering with them. once connected you should start to receive correspondence from them. So now you have a utility bill adressed to you at your new home address. Amazingly this can now be used as a form of identity!

The next important step in the ID process is to register yourself on the voters roll. This can be done very easily by contacting the local county council office or the local offices of one of the political parties. I found them to be very obliging and all the necessary forms were received in the mail within a day or two.

Having a form of photo ID other than your passport is also quite handy. The most common of these is the British driving license. Fortunately for South Africans the process to obtain a British license is relatively simple. You need to find the closest Driver and Vehicle Licensing Agency (DVLA) Offices and get yourself there with a couple of passport photos, your South Afrcan driving license and passport as well as about £90. There are a couple of forms to fill in and you will need to hand in your South African driving license and passport. I must admit, coming from South Africa, I was a bit nervous about leaving my passport there. But true to the DVLA's word the passport arrived back in the mail about 10 days later. This was closely followed by the card drivers license with a photo on it.

All in all the process is not difficult but it does take a bit of time.

WHY A "NEW LIFE"?

Our "new life" officially began on 8 October 2007 when we arrived at Heathrow on a mild morning. This was almost 4 months after one of the biggest decisions my wife and I had ever made. We has toyed with the idea of leaving South Africa a few times over the previous 2 or 3 years and had had some lengthy discussions about countries to move to and what the pros and cons would be of living there. However, all these really turned out to be were discussions and we couldn't ever justify moving away from the country we had been born and raised in.

This all changed one Sunday morning in June 2007. A close friend of my wife's had had her house broken into by a group of 6 armed burglars. Her and her family, including 3 children had been subjected to physical abuse, verbal taunts, rape threats and the burglars had even played Russian Roulette with her - pulling the trigger of their revolver 3 times. Fortunately no one was actually raped or killed in the attack. The scene of this attack was no more than a mile and a half from our house.

That Sunday we gave our self a deadline - by the end of that day a decision had to be reached - either we were staying in South Africa or we were leaving for England. We spent the day thinking long and hard. We have 2 young sons and their safety was our primary concern. We had a home that we loved and had created over the last 6 and half years. It was the place we had brought our children to after they had been born. It wasn't an easy decision but we made it.

At this point I need to stress that I am not trying to convince anyone to leave South Africa. I love the place - I was born and bred there. But for our own reasons we decided that we felt it would be better for us to leave South Africa and bring our children up in England.

Why England you may ask? I joke and tell everyone it's for the weather! Seriously though, my wife has a British passport which made England the easiest destination for us to go to quickly. She also has 3 brothers, her mother and step-father who live there. So, there would be some sort of support structure when we arrived. It's also close to the rest of Europe and it would be great to be able to travel to so many countries that are so close and be able to give our children these experiences.

It's a "new life" as well because everything we knew has changed. Houses are very small and phenomenally expensive, there's public transport, central heating (thank goodness), gas cookers and ovens, super-fast and super-cheap broadband Internet, NHS, customer service lines that people actually answer and an astronomical choice when it comes to mobile phone contracts, landlines, insurance and utility suppliers. There's a watered down version of the sun which only makes brief appearances to let the owners of "soft tops" test the integrity of their rag top's mechanical storage system even if they have to wear a ski-jacket, scarf and beanie whilst doing so.

I'll touch on a few of these changes and how we have coped in future posts to share my experiences with you. Maybe they will help you save some time or just give you a different perspective but in any case welcome to my "new life"