Although it is only a 55 km trip I had to get up extra early, because you never know what the traffic is going to do, it only takes one car to have a puncture, and every car on the highway has to slow down to have a look, I am still not sure what they are looking for maybe one day I will understand the need to look at the poor guy who now has to change his tyre, he is already as nervous as anything, because you never know when some cow boy taxi driver is going to come screaming up in the emergency lane, in the hope of getting ahead of a few cars.............. I think its a man thing the need to be in front ............and it there is an accident well the highway can come to a stand still, because then people stop and get out of their cars, to have a really good look at all the blood and gore...........
Although my appointment was only a 9am I gave myself 2 and 1/2 hours just to be on the safe side, am afraid I am a punctuality freak ....... as I had no idea where I was going I had to rely on my friend "THE GARMIN" although I had studied the map book in detail just to be on the safe side.................
The roads were dreadful, full of road works, pot holes and taxi's, hundreds and hundreds of taxi's whose main aim I am convinced was to frighten me to death, they knew that i was a first time CBD driver ....... there must have been a sign printed on the back of my car ............. or a hand pointing downwards saying scare her ........ scare her ........... they would come flying up behind me, and as I braced myself for the impact they would overtake, into oncoming traffic and go around me ........................ leaving my heart pounding like I had just run the comrades marathon.......
The left lane which is normally the parking lane was a no stopping area during peak hour traffic, and there were very visible NO stopping signs all over .............. it would appear that they were invisible to every driver in Johannesburg this morning, except me, as cars and taxi's stopped to let out and pick up new passengers..................
And then there was parking............ there is no parking in Johannesburg .............. nothing............. I went around the block a few times, up one road, down another, looking for a public parking garage ........ just when I thought I had found one it was only to be told that they were full ........... so the parking attendant told me to park in the road ................. in a yellow demarcated area......... and okay I will admit it I broke the law .......... I parked there................... and I still feel bad about it, I really do believe that you should obey the rules of the road........... even if the other 20 million road users don't ............... all I could do was to pray the the tow trucks all had a very busy morning and that my car would still be there when I got back...... if I got back, I now had to walk the 5 blocks back to where I needed to be .......... have you ever been somewhere and wished you were invisible......... well i did this morning, I was the only white person out there ............. there was Africans there were Nigerians, there were Somalians, there were Indians, there were Chinese traders and me ................. an UPTOWN GIRL ............. with no inclination at all to meet a DOWN TOWN anyone ................
The pavements were full of street vendors selling everything from fruit, to food, to clothes to high-fi's, to beads, to all kinds of strange looking roots and twigs, and snake skins........ and I realised that this is AFRICA.............................
Atleast your life isn't boring! The previous post was really fun...I felt like I traveled there with you! Good blogging!
ReplyDeleteGreat blog!! I love reading something that is and isn't familiar (woman with kids - familiar; Africa - unfamiliar). I guess all small towns are the same no matter where we live.
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