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Taxis. After this weekend I don’t like them that much anymore. Thursday
may 17th, the drivers of the taxi busses decided to strike without
making any announcement. Please note that they were still driving in the
morning and started striking around 12. Now you can imagine that lots of
people, young women and children as well, couldn’t think of a way to get home
after their obligations. It was hectic in town. Hundreds of people weren’t able to get home. Luckily they went back to
work the next morning, but this wasn’t for long. Around 12 they started
striking again, this time with lots of violence in town. The shops closed
because they got attacked and rubber had been shot by the police. Everyone was
in panic and people were running and screaming around. This day took the lives
of six people. The reason for the strike? Taxi drivers complained that
eThekwini's metro police were targeting them when issuing traffic fines. They
want every ticket to be written in Zulu, that every current warrant should be
cancelled and that there shouldn’t be any traffic enforcement during the
morning and afternoon peak. They also believe that Indian and white people
shouldn’t be allowed to write tickets, because the taxi drivers can’t speak any
English. The strike on itself shouldn’t have to be a big problem, as long as
your view on the situation is clear and realistic and that no innocent people
will get harmed. And that is exactly what happened here..

Last Friday I moved to a place across the street. I’m still at Tekweni every day, but my new accommodation is lovely. I have my own bed- and bathroom and the landlady and her two Jack Russels are very nice. The cleaning ladies do my laundry so you might understand that I adore them. The Jack Russels don’t listen to anything at all, also not to me. They will come when I have some meat in my hands, but according to the landlady that doesn’t count. Yesterday when I came from work she was chasing the two monsters. When she finally caught them she said: “Please have them for dinner! Bbq them or something!”
On Sunday I went for lunch with Tara, Shannon, Friut and Lolly and I
took the amazing Crab Curry. The food is so hot and spicy here and every time I
try to act cool and tough and not to sweat and cry while I’m eating. After that
we made the Tekweni visitors cry because of our amazing karaoke afternoon. A
lovely weekend!
When I
got to Tekweni on Tuesday Wati asked me if I wanted to taste his soup, of
course. It was pretty good, looked like a bouillon, until he told me that it
was cow stomach soup. It is very unacceptable here to nag and swear at food so
he gave me the ‘food is food’ talk. He was right though. Yesterday when I came
in I could smell this strong, not very nice scent. Luckily I didn’t say
anything about it, because it came from the kitchen and I had to taste it
because it was a real South African dish. It looked a bit like a mixture of broccoli
and seaweed, but because Lolly didn’t want to tell me what it was until I
tasted it, I knew it must be a body part
of some animal. It was a bit leathery and it tasted a bit boring and salty. And
of course an explosion of spiciness. Guess what? The actual cow stomach.
Today I visited another charity with Jacqui. Her mother works here. It is like a care home where people can stay at their last stage of life, both elderly people as children, both cancer- as AIDS patients. They organized a little cloth market for the charity. They promised me brand clothing, but Mr. Price didn’t really meet my Guess and Prada expectations. This was of course logical, I know. It must me so hard and sad to work here, especially with the children. They also have something like the make a wish foundation and they often visit this hospice to fulfill their last wish. In Holland the children will wish for a meet & greet with their idol or a helicopter flight. Not here. One little girl around the age of 7 just broke my heart with her last wish: “I would like to wish for my own pillow”…
Today I visited another charity with Jacqui. Her mother works here. It is like a care home where people can stay at their last stage of life, both elderly people as children, both cancer- as AIDS patients. They organized a little cloth market for the charity. They promised me brand clothing, but Mr. Price didn’t really meet my Guess and Prada expectations. This was of course logical, I know. It must me so hard and sad to work here, especially with the children. They also have something like the make a wish foundation and they often visit this hospice to fulfill their last wish. In Holland the children will wish for a meet & greet with their idol or a helicopter flight. Not here. One little girl around the age of 7 just broke my heart with her last wish: “I would like to wish for my own pillow”…
It was
another hectic and double week with lots of good things and lovely people, but
this week showed me again that this country definitely has two sides more than
any country in the world.
Thank you
so much for your time! Appreciate it!