They say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but it can certainly feed your paranoia. I made the mistake of browsing a site for ex-pats in Cape Town that attempted and failed to be reassuring.
It said that the city’s reputation for crime and violence was totally unwarranted, that Cape Town was an idyllic place to live provided the prospective settler takes sensible precautions. Read more ›››
Darling daughter was on the phone on Friday full of plans for her first weekend proper in Cape Town, briefly a Cajun supper that evening prepared by one of the American girls at the hostel, a winery trip on Saturday and a visit to Robben Island today.
I reminded her of all the things that boring old dad would do given the chance, like having my photo taken at the spot where the Atlantic meets the Indian Ocean etc. Read more ›››
It’s funny how often you come across words you’ve never heard before twice in one day. There was an interview on the radio about the plans to welcome back the Open winner, Louis Oosthuizen, to South Africa and they said they were planning a braai.
That would have meant nothing to me if I hadn’t spoken to my daughter in Cape Town earlier in the day to wish her a happy birthday. When asked how she planned to celebrate and she said they were having a barbeque, “or braai as they call it here”. Read more ›››
Our darling daughter is off to South Africa in the near future, Unite and Willie Walsh willing. And not for the obvious reason — to watch the World Cup — but for the noble motive of volunteer teaching. That and having an adventure on another continent, making new friends, whale watching off the Cape, seeing the sunrise from Table Top Mountain, weekends on safari — you get the picture. Read more ›››
Shamelessly borrowed from The Gray Monk, here are what are supposedly genuine medical notes from Mpumalanga Hospital in South Africa.
1. The patient refused autopsy.
2. The patient has no previous history of suicides. Read more ›››