So I guess there is a moderate level of drinking that is ok
to reach before a long red-eye flight from one continent to another, I mean
really what could go wrong? Well
apparently a lot when you are enjoying your last night in Brasil and
self-medicating for a long journey. Sao Paulo
to Johannesburg may have been the worst flight to date, by nobody’s fault but
my own. I sway in the airport for hours,
pay $15 for terrible food since I chose to drink my dinner before departure,
and once finally getting off the ground, I cannot fall asleep on the plane as
all I can think about is the desert in my mouth without a flight attendant in
sight to beg for water. Hours and hours
as I slowly sober up and chug my small shot-like glass of water in the
morning. I arrive early afternoon dazed,
sleepless and hung over. Never again, I
hope.
My friend grabs me from the airport and we head straight to
a year-end company party and then out to a lake for a weekend of camping. I’m dull and sweaty to say the least but the
crew of Zambians and South Africans take me in as we eat, drink and relax
lakeside for a few days.
We finally return to the city three days after my
arrival. I am thrilled to have a day
without an itinerary as my friend heads off to work. I spend it soaking up the African sun on the
patio in a nice gated community. There
is a pool and a guard and not a walking destination nearby except the local
Porsche dealership on the corner. I have
nowhere to go and no way to get there.
The next day I am getting impatient to see Johannesburg. There is more to see and experience of this
city aside from these big walls surrounding us.
He goes to work and I head to the nice underground train put in place since
the World Cup in 2010. The city has
improved because of this in many ways.
From the train, I wander to the nearby bus, and take a series of these
out to the township of Soweto well known for being an important historical
place in the anti-apartheid movement.
First stop on Vilkazi Street is Nelson Mandela’s former
house which is a must-see sight here.
This is basically my first day spending money so the currency exchange
rate is lost to me. I bring around 120
rand for the day’s activities but when it cost me around 40 on transportation
one way, I realize I’m in trouble. This
museum alone costs 60 rand for entrance which is around $8US so yes I have less
than $20 for a day sightseeing in the city.
I start talking with a couple just finishing the museum hoping they can
clarify that it really isn’t that great and I can take a picture of the outside
and call it good as I joke about my poor planning. The Nigerian couple takes pity and offers me
100 rand for my museum viewing for the day.
I politely decline many times, embarrassed until finally their
persistence wins. Oh wow, the girl who
seeks out donations at museums! But it
really was so great to see along with the Hector Pieterson Museum and memorial. Thanks to those people! I will pay it forwardJ
After seeing the house and getting a refresher on the
history of the amazing Mr. Mandela, I wander up the street and a local starts
talking with me. I have my guard up as I
always do especially in new places. Does he want money or a date? Turns out neither and I have a new friend and
free local tour guide! We wander the
town for hours as the African sun takes its wrath out on my skin. I am able to see so much and learn about so
much through this guy, even going through the slums which is always at the top
of the list visiting anywhere. One long
day with almost no money and I have a new friend and a great experience. We make plans to meet up the following day
and see the central part of Joburg.
Well I still don’t know this guy’s name. He said it once and I didn’t understand it,
but by now it’s too late to ask again and ‘hey you’ will have to work. We walk for the entire day from downtown to
historical centers and museums, over the Mandela Bridge and then a 3 hour trek
to a natural reserve park. Amazing day
and I am exhausted again. I like this
city more and more as I discover it through the eyes of a local. I take in one more day of relaxing and on my
final day, I ambitiously plan to see three museums. I make it to two, ending at a brewery and
call it a success.
My bags are packed and I am ready to get to Uganda. Two
short flights and a late night arrival away from seeing some of my favorite
people in the world!