Townships and stuff
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This morning I put on my â€śtourist hatâ€ť and went on a township tour. Our first stop was the township â€śbreweryâ€ť: a dingy dilapidated shack that locals meet in regularly to drink beer. Here, beer comes in buckets (literally). One was passed around and some of us had a sip â€“ it was the best beer I have ever tasted in my life; no joke! It was less bitter and more milky and cider-like than most beers, so maybe thatâ€™s why I liked it.
Our next stop was a â€świtch doctorâ€ť.
We were offered a free consultation, but I didnâ€™t get one. Someone else volunteered, and the â€świtch doctorâ€ť promptly put on a hat (some kind of furry dead animal with a tail), threw a scarf over his left shoulder, and smacked his patient three times with what looked like a bouquet of chicken feathers! Very bizarre.
After his patient got a diagnosis, we drove around some other townships. There were townships for black people, and townships for coloured people (who are different from black people). To get an idea of what the townships are like, all you have to do is picture the slums you see on TV. Most â€śbuildingsâ€ť were made of corrugated iron, were the size of a regular kitchen, and were slapped together not unlike a pyramid of playing cards.
There was nothing funny about the shack we visited, but what was funny was that it was home to a DVD player and the most awesome stereo system Iâ€™ve ever seen! The speakers looked like theyâ€™d come from Bang and Olufsen; they were slim, shiny poles that radiated sound. When we left, we heard the music booming from down the street.
We stopped at a child care centre that the hostel Iâ€™m staying at helped fund, and after that, the tour was over.
I had the choice to go to
Itâ€™s a crying shame Iâ€™m missing
It doesnâ€™t matter, since Iâ€™ll be back in December. I hope by then Iâ€™ll be a little more seasoned with solo travel. My first few tentative steps from the Backpack hostel were pretty slow. I was terrified, to be honest; probably because Iâ€™ve heard all the horror stories about African cities, like people chopping your arm off so they can have your watch, etc. That said, a lot of the stories I heard are about
Solo travel does have its perks: I can do whatever I want! This afternoon, since I didnâ€™t go to
The wind soon dried me out and I found a travel agent where I booked a flight from Maun (
For now, I have plenty of adventures to look forward to. And Iâ€™m really thirsty so I think I will keep walking down Long Street to find a drink. The two nice drinks Iâ€™ve had here have both been banana milkshakes â€“ I will never get sick of those; I was telling an English guy at the hostel about how excited I was to be drinking banana milkshakes since bananas in Melbourne have been about AU$10 per kilo for a while now! Itâ€™s been so long since Iâ€™ve had a banana! Anyway, Iâ€™ll go now and have a drink that is not banana related. Actually, I canâ€™t promise anything!
Compared to Long Street, the V&A Waterfront area is a completely different side of