Strawberry Daiquiris In South Africa
After a couple of strawberry daiquiris and a month without posting I feel I have enough material to start posting again . You should know that I finally racked up enough courage to cross the border into South Africa... ahhh the land of milk and honey. This is not true. South Africa is a violent vicious place, where any indication that you are not a local marks you out for mugging and blatant xenophobic intolerance. Why just the other day, when I had at last mustered enough courage to use public transport, i got into a bus and sat beside a wizened old fella I felt safe beside him. That is, until I opened my mouth. I asked him what the fare was and he replied in a series of clicks and grunts. I gave him a blank stare. And indicated by gesturing to my ears that I did not speak the language. Dear reader, I cannot begin to describe to you the look of disdain that flashed across the toothless man’s face, only to be replaced by unbridled disgust. Flas