The excitement of the day was finally getting access to all of the documents that were on the laptop I used when I went to University in South Africa. I have known for some time that the stability of said computer was shaky at best. I finally got up the guts to give it a try, pulled the computer down from upstairs storage (mind you I had not even tried to boot the system for about 7 years) and hit the start button. Surprisingly the system started up, albeit very slowly. I held my breath as I popped in a USB to transfer everything I could. No go. The system claimed the USB needed to be formatted. So, I figured what the heck and let the computer format the USB. Horror of horrors! The system crashed. Would not re-boot no matter what I tried. This meant it looked like I was going to loose EVERYTHING I wrote while in Africa and the stuff from my final semester at UOP. Son-of-poppycock! Luckily I know who to call when I find myself in situations such as these. Dan to the resecue! Thank you, thank you thank you, Dan! So here I sit three days later, still have a dead computer, but all my goodies have been safely transferred to a flash drive. Yippee!
In honor of my new goodies I have decided to post a few here and there, and to even add a travel section to my blog for any other fond memories I decide are worth sharing. Today it is all about my favorite part of day-to-day life while I was living in Cape Town, Cape Town Taxis. The absolute cheapest way to get around town.
I am not even sure how to begin to describe them. They are mini-vans designed to carry 17 passengers, I have seen as many as 21. There is the driver and a second person who mans the sliding door, calls out to passengers, makes seating arrangements to assist in maximum occupancy, collects money and if necessary to fit all passengers will ride on the rear bumper. Children, grocery bags and luggage/backpacks do not count as passengers, I think I have had as many as six grocery bags perched precariously in my lap so as not to occupy more than my allotted space. I don’t know what it was about the atmosphere, maybe the jubilant yelling of the money guy, or maybe the anticipation of arriving at your destination, but nearly everyone in the taxis was always in a good mood and were helpful and kind to each other. Not to imply that people in South Africa are not kind, but Cape Town is a very big city and has the issues that all big cities have, so I always found it suprising that people that would not generally speak to each other on the streets were able to joke and jostle together down the road in Cape Town Taxis.
I totally miss Cape Town Taxis. So in memorial I am posting a little nothing I wrote about them while I was there to help me remember what it was like to hop a ride. The photos are not mine. I find it hard to believe, but I guess I didn’t take any taxi photos while I was there. I am including a link to the location I found these photos to give credit where credit is due.
Cape Town Taxis
Hey girlie girl
MowbrayClaremontWynberg
Hey girlie girl
The door to the Toyota mini-van opens,
I enter a metal can of human sardines.
At first glance there appears to be no room,
But with a quick shuffle of bundles and bodies
I squeeze into the spot that only a moment before
Was not visible to my untrained eyes.
There is a row of 8 knees fighting for room.
The door closes and we’re on our way
To MowbrayClaremontWynberg
That bizarre word that we have made up, race
Doesn’t seem to matter here.
The passengers seem more like
One than the many that they are
No longer the 18 different individuals they represent.
Is that my knee or the knee of the gentleman
Facing me?
I can’t be bothered to figure it out.
We’re all one as we make our way
To MowbrayClaremontWynberg
Money passes through the many hands of the beast
That is us as it makes its way to the front.
One part of the beast is yelling out the window
Trying to get others to join in;
To become a part of the beast that is us.
While we are in this tin can we are one.
The lines between individuals blur
There is no way to tell where one
Person begins and the other ends.
It seems to be just one creature making its way
To MowbrayClaremontWynberg.
It seems sad when I arrive at my destination.
I know when the tin can opens and I pour myself out
The lines that were blurred will return.
The body parts that were close enough at one time
That they seemed like an extension of my own
Will immediately become alien as soon as
I once again become an individual on the sidewalk.
I blindly do my shopping to supply my personal needs
And excitedly walk out to the street
To be greeted by
Hey girlie girl
MowbrayCapeTown
Hey girlie girl…..
J Luptak
May 2, 2002
Mowbray, South Africa