First in a two-part series. Read Part 2.
Yesterday there was a tournament at the Hillbrow Boxing Club. It was my first time watching a live boxing competition. Young kids competed, as well as youth and adults. There were eight three-round bouts. Seven of the fights were male fights and one was a female fight.
One of Saturday’s youngest competitors.
I have lots to say about this tournament, and lots of photos to show. Too much for a single post. Today I’ll take you on a visual journey of the Hillbrow tournament, and tomorrow I’ll get into the meat of the story.
The journey begins:
Sandile, the most photogenic boxer at the Hillbrow Boxing Club, hangs around the ring before the tournament. Sandile didn’t fight yesterday.
Spectators line up along the fence outside the gym, with the Hillbrow Tower looming behind.
Introduction.
Here we go…
Boxing in the shadow of Ponte City.
They may be young, but trust me, these kids don’t mess around.
Pep talk. This boy, whose name is Thabang, ultimately won his fight.
This photo says a lot about winning and losing.
Time for the older guys.
I love the geometry of the boxing ring. It provides interesting angles for photography.
“Jeppa!” (That means “jab”.)
Anita “Six Arms” Powell prepares for her fight. I’ll tell you more about Anita in the next post.
How have I never blogged about 44 Stanley Avenue, the coolest shopping and dining complex in Joburg, which is only five minutes from my house?
I guess it’s wrong to say I’ve never blogged about 44 Stanley; I’ve mentioned it countless times over the years (see here and here) when writing about specific restaurants or shops that are there. But I’ve never written a dedicated post about 44 Stanley as a destination and it’s about time I did – especially now, with the holidays upon us.
I’ve been dreadfully uninspired lately, struggling to think of anything I want to blog about despite having a long list of great ideas (many of which you, my readers, provided in September). I’m finding it hard to feel positive about life at the moment. But on Saturday Thorsten and I got the chance to visit Indwe Park, an indigenous garden and sculpture park in Braamfontein, and I knew I had my topic for today.
Given this week’s political nuclear bomb blast, it feels like a weird time to publish a light-hearted post about my recent (pre-election) jaunt through the United States. But I’m hoping you’ve have had enough of the U.S. election horror show – I know I have – and are ready (at least temporarily) for some wholesome American travel adventures. If so, please read on about my four-day visit to Maine, the northeastern-most state in the lower 48, with my sister, Susanna.
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It makes me smile, when I see it.