I never learnt how to ride a bike till I moved to the UK
I think I left the house to go to the park once in the years I lived there and the first time I walked down a street was when I was seventeen and in Cape Town. For exercise I just used to swim all the time, good old pool.
I did my swimming out at a old salt water pool in Camp Bay, and played school hockey for Swartland (back when we were living up in Malmesbury) and before leaving I eventually started biking during the day
I don't understand how blinded the nation can be. What is it about someone who thinks showering after sex prevents HIV? Fucking idiot. COPE summed it up pretty well by saying that Zuma can't use African tradition to justify his promiscuity anymore, what with his six wives and his fiancee who he actually paid cattle for.
The amount of hatred they (particularly Malema) spew for white people is ridiculous too, particularly Afrikaners. Just because the apartheid happened doesn't mean it's okay to start doing exactly the same thing but in reverse.
With every class, there is always clowns, it's thugs like him who halt the process of the ANC's original plans for a rainbow nation, it's no wonder why it's going the way it is.
My dad once challenged someone who stole the spare tire from his car right in front of him. My mom was furious because he could've been killed, and luckily he wasn't harmed. I know too many people who have been in the process of getting robbed and they challenge the robbers and get stabbed or shot. One guy got tortured and set on fire.
Not many people realise that Winnie Mandela used to engage in tyre killings, which is pouring petrol on someone and then placing a tyre over their necks and setting them a light....
We've had people in our back flat (used for Ouma) when dad came home he threatened to shoot their heads, but instead bounded them and called a few of the adjacent farm owners and they took them somewhere.....to be honest, I don't know what happened to them, people don't believe me when I tell them
It really doesn't surprise me that Pistorius had all the weapons nearby him. If your average South African has a gun by their bedside, then it's no surprise that a celebrity does. Pair that with the fact that he's a double amputee and it's no wonder he was so paranoid. That's why the idea of him thinking it was a break in is, IMO, a viable one. It may not be what actually happened, but that sort of thing does happen. You don't shoot a burglar in SA to injure them. You shoot to kill them because if you're not careful then they'll kill you. He's shown his paranoia before through his tweets, so if he did think it was a burglar then it doesn't surprise me this is the result. Somehow managed to swing that post back on topic
I tend to agree with you .
ranfurly you're ruining it for me with your depiction of your neighborhood.
How am I gonna continue to buy a bottle of Stellenbosch from my local grocery here in Yurop, if you keep telling me that it's origin is not some idyllic valley under a permanent blue sky (my fantasy) but but a sorry ass place where no one is walking on the streets but everyone is rushing to their houses with their cars while ducking and clutching their sidearms?
The winelands are beautiful, places like stellenbosch, paarl, Doorms, ceres still have amazing vinyards, and really beautiful surroundings, crime in these towns are lower than your larger cities, and you would probably be fine as a tourist, though always be aware.
You are more likely to see workers striking for higher wages on the streets. Just don't venture into the townships.
Well.... as someone who still lives here, I can say my experience hasn't been as bad as others who are posting here. But who knows, maybe I am just jaded to the whole thing. I do know I am a very cautious person.... but at the same time, I do have a life - I don't dodge bullets every time I leave the house. I live by myself, I have no problems walking around my neighbourhood (just not after dark). I do remember one time on Long Street (one of the main streets in the inner city of Cape Town), I had some teenage beggar following me around who then managed to corner me and threaten me: "I'm going to take out my knife and stab you if you don't give me all your rands!" - but I knew, if he really had a knife he would have already had it out, and he wasn't much bigger than I (I'm not a very big girl), so I just brushed him aside. I was definitely lucky that day, and it was the last time I ever ventured down Long Street by myself.
You're one of the lucky ones, though in saying that, as much as I love South Africa, you ask anyone, and someone has a story to tell, or knows of a killing or a murder or friends of a friend who was a number of the plaasmoordres. The times I have been back, I havn't had alot of issues, beggars etc,
I was questioned at JR Tambo, and had my Fleece Jacket taken from me (search inside for drugs) and never got it back...I know better not to even ask.
To me, it sounds it's very nice if you're rich and don't value poor peoples' lives too much.
Then again, it could be said for the rest of the planet, I guess.
If you're rich, then you can live in a nice neighborhood, white majority communities with good security, but for many you're on the inside looking out, this is why alot of South Africans who have a little bit of money to them are now emigrating, because it's not a place to raise a family or how to live.
Some places, it's like being a prison in your own home, other places you just have be highly cautious, you never know, the next time you step out of your gate may be your last.