The Travels of Jack and Will

Up to meet our tour guides at 9 in the hostel lobby. We meet Sam, a Zulu prince, and the official Guide, a white south african guy who's name I've forgotten. We chatted in the car and white guide told us "some of the fee would even go to Sam!!". We got out to the Township. The tour guide (lets call him Bob) got quite annoyed with Sam when he drove down a route that wasn't easy to turn around in, (presumably because it's wise to always be able to make a quick getaway) So we got out of the car and went to chat with some township folk where Bob started telling us they were just 'normal people' and that they are quite happy and have clean clothes and started asking them if they 'would like to have a job'. At this point I think both Jack and I were feeling a bit uncomfortable with the whole tour and Bob's tourguide style. We probably should have given our selves a bit of time to aclimatise before doing the tour.

"Have you manged to book us with the only white township tour guide in South Africe?" Jack asked me as we were going back to the car.

Anyway, the tour started to get better. We went to see Ghandi's old house. Then Sam asked us if we wanted to go to go have a drink, of course we said yes, you can't turn down a Zulu prince. So we went to a Pub in the middle of the township (the Shabeem? a shabeen? I can't remember, can Jack?)

The pub was pretty interesting we bought a beer each and one for Sam. The bar had bars on the windows and the beer was very cheap. Maybe we could come back and here and drink later? What do think Sam?

You'd get killed......

Or robbed of all your things, including your clothes

Being naked and white in township at night didn't sound fun so we didn't go back. We played a local at pool in the bar and put a song on their jukebox.....

It was the loudest Jukebox in the world.

In a tiny room just about big enough to fit a pool table in were 2 giant speakers blaring out music so that it was too loud to talk. Finished the game and gave the rest of my beer away to a slightly scary looking local who promptly downed it. Time to leave.

Then we went to a religious festival in the township. We bought some biscuits and gave them out to the kids there and we soon being followed around by one little guy, who we christened Biscuit Boy. We quickly stopped in to see some sort of religous ceremony, biut had to leave before we we locked in for 8 hours. We stopped for some Zulu food, Lamb and (Pap, Pup?? can't remember that either)

Then we returned to Nomads and follwed our tour guides down to the beach in our car. Walked around the beach, it wasn't especially nice. Saw a skate park and some surfers off the pier. Then drove further up and saw some kite surfers.

Went out that evening on Florida road, met a guy with an uninteligable SA accent at restaurant called Something Fishy This Way Comes, something like that anyway, didn't smell too good anyway. Had another of many curries and then went and sat in bar where we both virtually fell asleep after a couple of beers. Discovered the joys of being able to jump red lights on the way back, because it's safer thna waiting apparently.