City built on gold - Jo’Burg
Tuesday, April 15th, 2008Day something to something - Jo’Burg
We took the 27 hour train journey from Cape Town to Jo’Burg whcih was surprisingly painless. I didnt sleep that well but em did. It cost about £35/R550 and then you pay R35 for bedding. They kept asking us if we were ok…well it was the tourist train after all they must have been worried about giving a good impression. You dont need to take food on with you although i was determind to eat bread for 4 meals as i had stubbornly brought it with me.
Andrew, Em’s cousin met us at 4pm ish on Mon, thought we were coming off the first train that arrived from Cape Town and said he was worried about the people he saw coming off it…but then apparently they announced the Tourist train’s arrival. We vegged that night and i gushed over Andrew’s cute Spaniel puppy.
Today we went to the Apartheid museum and the Gold Reed City park (ex gold mine-come-theme park). The museum was fantasitc a fantastic place to go - extensive factually and with the information given in a neutral voice. The media footage on display was particually interesting for me, the 15min video given that it was in the 1980s and when i would be too young to recollect. What was interesting about this was the group of young school children (8yr olds) who came in to watch while we were there. There were a black school, with one white boy, and it was an odd experience watching white policemen beating black protesters with the children reactively gasping at the scene. I actually felt stunned, and so many questions were raised in my mind. What did they think of the white policemen? How can they watch that and not hate what they see being done? What have their parents brought them up to believe? Do they understand what they see? It was definitely (as i edit this a week later) what has stuck in my mind the most from the museum.
The Gold Reef mine tour was fun and i came away educated, which is always good. The theme park was empty which made it slightly errie… The rides were fun even though i now have whiplash from the tower of terror, but the pain has eased slightly by the 2 glasses of wine at dinner. I am going to go and be horizontal now.
Tomorrow we are doing a morning tour of Soweto which will be very interesting i think, the concept is a little strange perhaps but there is no other way to see the township or walk in Jo’burg really. We fly to Bangkok tomorrow night and arrive the next night. We can’t beleive how quickly the time so far has gone…
Edited and added to on 21th April while i wait for a coach in Bangkok
The Soweto tour was interesting, people have obviously got fixed conceptions of the dangers of Soweto. We arrived at Eunice our guide’s house, which had corregated metal walls and consisted of a double bed, tv, dvd player on a stand, a 2 ringed electric hob and clothes hangin on the walls with some other small pieces of furniture fitted in. She was quiet but answered our questions and was welcoming. She took us to the Orlando West Secondary School, which was where the 16th June 1976 March went to, mainly consisting of the pupils. We were shown the Hector-Pieterson memorial, a child who was one of the youngest to be shot by the police during the protest, which intially started off peacefully. We went to the museum dedicated to him, and i found this had a more profound impact on me than the Apartheid museum, because the information and quotes from the school children seemed to sink in more. What sticks in my mind now was a quote from a girl who said for a few days after the 16th June 1976 kids could not walk about the street because of police snippers, even if they wanted to walk to the shop on their own, not protesting, they would still be shot at. Even in the back.


