Yesterday’s hail and thunderstorm came out of nowhere. It sent us running across Gandhi Square looking for shelter from the falling ice and soaked to the bone.
I am leaving Johannesburg for the next two weeks. It’s an early flight to Cape Town, starting with another Gautrain glide from Sandton to the airport. Twenty minutes of flat African plain dashing by in near complete silence, punctuated by prerecorded dulcet Afrikaans, English and Xhosa that goes Marlboro… Rhodesfield… OR Tambo… A brief stop across the road from Alexandra township, one of South Africa’s poorest urban dwellings. People play football in a waste ground.
In a few seconds, left behind.