The daily mention in the media of the south-African variant of covid-19, sent me back to my one and only visit to South-Africa in the eighties.
It was not a planned trip. It so happened that I took upon myself to accompany an old lady acquaintance to her daughter and family, temporarily stationed there in a small town. I stayed with them about a week , and then decided to see a few places on my own.
At that time, Apartheid was in its last stages, but still present. It's one thing to read and hear about it, and another thing to see it with your eyes and feel it on your body. The climax was one day, in Johannesburg, when I turned to a black passerby to ask her how to get to a certain place. Suddenly, we were surrounded by several young white men shouting at us, and spitting....on me. I was shocked. The black lady suggested that we part and go separate ways as I was in danger because of my talking to her.
The above incident has shattered me, and ruined my visit. I believe in God and in His Creation . God gave the african continent to the black people. That's a fact. All the others may visit ,even settle there if they so wish, but not behave like they own the place, certainly not practicing apartheid.
Anyway, I managed to visit a few places and experience some specific events: Capetown with its two main landmarks: Table Mountain and Cape of Good Hope, Port Elizabeth with its Dolphinarium and Horse Memorial, Durban's indian market, the Golden mine museum with a mining underground tour near Johannesburg, a 'safari' bus tour which enabled us to watch wild animals through the bus window only, tribal dances.
Here are some of the photos:
