I have a confession to make: I know a lot about Joburg, but I know nothing about Joburg’s public transportation system.
Give me a car and a set of directions, and I’m off. I’ll get lost a few times, but I can find anything in this city by car. Take those car keys away, and it’s another story. Don’t ask me to get on a bus, board a train (not counting the Gautrain, which is easy to ride but has limited reach) or signal for a taxi. I don’t have a clue.
Third in my series of Sandton Snapshot posts, leading up to the publication of SandtonPlaces. Read posts 1 and 2.
I think Yeoville is the most interesting suburb in Joburg. I’ve been there many times – for meals, boxing tournaments, and tours – and yet I always feel like I should be going to Yeoville more. Once home to the city’s bohemian intelligentsia, Yeoville is now the center of Pan-African culture in Joburg – where Congolese, Ghanian, Mozambican, Ivorian, and Cameroonian immigrants flock.
Hello. My name is Fender. I’m a kitten from Hillbrow.
Today started as the worst day of my life. My brother and me were hiding under a car next to the Hillbrow Boxing Club. I can’t remember what happened. I think the car ran over my brother. After the car went away I went to my brother. He didn’t move at all. I laid down on top of my brother. I don’t know how long I laid there. I waited to die.
Second in my series of Sandton Snapshot posts*.*
While reading my recent post about the impending publication of SandtonPlaces, you may have wondered where the photo on the mock cover of the book – a shot of a dog playing in a river – was taken. A good friend of mine from Sandton, who lives and works a couple of kilometres from where I encountered that cute doggie, looked at the mock cover recently and asked me, “What does this have to do with Sandton?” Haha. Prepare to be enlightened.