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Slap-stick in the morning

I got caught up in a traffic jam of note at 7h00 this morning. Two sets of consecutive traffic lights were out at 2 intersections in the Johannesburg CBD, the route I decided to take to get onto the M1 to Sandton.

Traffic gridlocked at these 2 intersections. It just wasn’t moving. Minibus taxis pushed in. Busses were stuck in the middle of the intersections. Cars edged forward, each motorist to their own devices – me included.

On the intersection of Booysens and Webb, traffic police half-heartedly  and unsuccessfully tried to get some control – but they surely need some assertiveness training because no one paid them any attention. They eventually just stood on the pavement dejectedly watching the scene unfold – I felt sorry for them actually .

At the intersection of Booysens and Trump, a traffic policeman was directing traffic more or less successfully, but I waited 10 minutes before he gave us right of way.

At the onramp to the M1 another traffic policeman resorted to shouting, hands on either side of his head, furiously gesticulating at motorists who were trying to cut in front of the cars already waiting to get onto the freeway.

“Wat n’ gedoente!”

Please believe me when I say that I laughed so hard I got to work in a good mood. Because it was really funny. Like something out of Schuster movie!

Note 1: "Wat n' gendoente" is an Afrikaans expression and means "What a mess/fuss/hullabaloo."
Note 2: Leon Schuster is a popular South African filmmaker, comedian and actor who specialises in slap-stick humour and candid camera type movies.

AureLie’s and a storm

AureLie’s Health and Lifestyle Cafe came highly recommended and it didn’t disappoint.  There aren’t many vegetarian eating places in Joburg, so when I hear about a new one I’m there in a flash. So today, my friend K. and I went there for lunch.

It’s situated in the new Waterfall Estate in Kyalami and easy to reach either via the N1 (Allandale offramp) or the R55 from Woodmead. Much of this large estate is still under construction as people buy land to build homes there. The roads were the first things to be built, so getting in and out of there is a breeze.

AureLie's Health and Lifestyle Cafe, Waterfall Estate, Kyalami
AureLie’s Health and Lifestyle Cafe, Waterfall Estate, Kyalami

The menu is quite extensive, with freshly squeezed juices (I had the Vitamin Booster), smoothies, wraps, salads, focaccia, and so much more. Not many eating places offer vegetarian burgers, and AureLie’s has a large selection. I settled on the the My Favourite focaccia instead with (amongst others) roasted aubergine, honey, wallnuts, rocket and goats cheese.

My Favourite Focaccia
My Favourite Focaccia

K had a yummy Rosa salad, presented in a gorgeous bowl.

Rosa Salad
Rosa Salad

AureLie’s is on a higher level than the surroundings and the area provides wonderful views eastwards towards Kempton Park, and northwards towards Pretoria. During our after-lunch walk we observed the approaching storm, and decided to rush home because it looked rather nasty…and it was nasty (more about this later).

The approaching thunderstorm - you can see 3 of them towards the north
The approaching thunderstorm – you can see 3 of them towards the north

The thunderstorms towards the east.

Approaching thunderstorms to the east
Approaching thunderstorms to the east

After dropping off K, the rain started. As I approached Alberton, the rain fell harder and visibility dropped to just a few meters. Surface water made driving not so easy and the water levels started to rise on the surface of the roadway. The little stream at the bottom of my street had broken its banks, so I had to do a U-turn to reach home through the top road.

It’s still raining outside albeit softly now. The back garden is looking green and lush, the tomato plants and other vegetables are loving the constant watering. The pool is filled to the top. The front garden is waterlogged. But in this land of scarce natural water resources, I am not complaining.

Catharsis – revisiting the year that was 2012

Business class to India
Business class to India

In January I went to India where I spent a month. January was all about Mumbai, and Pune where I lived and worked. I had an apartment to myself and commuted to work with a colleague on his motorbike. Experiencing India in all its fullness – the history, beauty and stark reality of masses of people living close to each other – is something that will always be in my heart. I will go to India again, of that I am sure. I have written before that you only get to go to India for the first time once. The next time I go, it will be different.

 

 

 

Home
Home

I spent half of February in India. I experienced a most delightful train ride through the morning fog from Delhi to Agra. After being dropped off at the Delhi station, we were “befriended” by a “policeman” (so he said, I still have my doubts!) who bought us some chai, tried to find out all sorts of personal information about us, and wrote in red pen, in Hindi, all over our train tickets. I was suspicious of his intentions. For all we knew he could’ve written some message that could’ve gotten us arrested or worse, kidnapped before getting on the train. I’ve obviously seen too many Hollywood movies and read too many horror stories about tourists getting scammed in foreign places, but it doesn’t hurt for 2 girls traveling on their own to be cautious. We got on the train and Agra safely, where I experienced the absolute beauty and awe-inspiring splendour of the wonder that is the Taj Mahal.

 

 

My Big Boy
My Big Boy

In March I bought my first bike, a 125cc pitbike which is a lot of fun. It has a 4-stroke motor, 4 gears, is zippy and not too heavy. The one disadvantage is that it is kick-start only, and the black and blue marks on my legs are evidence that kick-starting it is not my favourite part of riding this baby.

Ziplining with Magaliesberg Canopy Tours was an experience to be repeated, in other parts of the country. The feeling of letting go, putting all faith and trust in other people, and the thin cable …represented a freedom of being, a freedom from responsibility and a freedom to connect with nature. The guides were very safety conscious. They returned us safely to the Sparkling Waters hotel and were very knowledgeable about the flora and fauna of the area.

 

 

The Eagles concert
The Eagles concert

April was the month of Easter, family, and The Eagles concert. The day was hot but the temperature quickly dropped in the late afternoon. As we waited for The Eagles to go on stage cold rain came down. No one got upset – the concert was worth getting cold and wet for. The whole stadium waited until the end of concert for them to play Hotel California – it was the last song they played. It was worth the wait! April was also the month of the bike course, and the month where 2 long-lost lovers were reunited after more than 20 years apart. Names shall be withheld to protect the innocent. The whole initial reunion was entirely filmed by yours truly, a memory I hope they will treasure. It was a special moment to have witnessed.

 

 

 

May birthdays
May birthdays

May is the month of my parent’s birthdays, 2 weeks apart. This means lots of family time. The leaves start falling off the trees as autumn in the southern hemisphere sets in. Lots of partying and socialising, lots of good food and drink. Naturally my wardrobe needed to be replenished for winter…

This was also the month where I reconnected with my very first friend in South Africa. We were neighbours in Germiston, and went to the same school. Every afternoon, after homework, one of us used to go to the wall separating our gardens and yell out each other’s name – the daily call to play.

 

 

 

006 drill
My own drill

More birthdays in June, more family time, and my very own drill. I love tools and have for a while now wanted to have my very own drill instead of having to ask my husband to borrow one. At Builders Warehouse one day, I naturally gravitated to the power tools section, and found this beauty in its own carry case. On special! I admit that I would’ve been happy with a kiddies drill, but green is my favourite colour…

As the winter set in, so did my mood. I don’t like the cold. I wish I could hibernate from June to August every year – I’d be much happier.

 

 

 

Arb photo
Arb photo

Pretty eventless July was. In between riding my bike and trying to keep warm I experimented with my camera. I took loads of arb photos, the arb-ness mirroring my boredom. Like a cat, weekends were spent finding pools of sunlight splashed over furniture to sit on, cradling hot mugs of tea in cold hands, iPad and Kindle nearby.

I also visited my nephew’s new school for 2013 (his first year of “big” school, grade RR) and was pleased to hear that they subscribe to the Reggio Emilia educational philosophy. It’s based on the belief that in the early developmental years children’s individuality is formed. It’s principles based, on the interests of children in a self-guided curriculum.

 

 

 

21st birthday party entertainment
21st birthday party entertainment

August, more birthdays, including a 21st birthday party at which I was the photographer. My first gig, non-professional, and I must admit that the photos came out rather nicely.

It also snowed in Joburg in drips and drabs. No soft white deep carpet. Nevertheless some people still managed to build a few snowmen. Very little work got done on that day, childish excitement spilling out in to a formal work setting.

After the snow, the weather started getting warmer and the moodiness of winter started to lift. I bought my second motorbike, a big boy Suzuki GSXR750, original colours, latest model, to ride on the track. Definitely the highlight of the month. How not to feel happy and exuberant after this?

 

 

An 80th birthday party
An 80th birthday party

 

September brought with it warmer weather and an 80th birthday party. The remaining family still in South Africa came together to celebrate this amazing and important milestone. There were speeches, a cake, and as usual I took loads of photos.

 

 

 

 

 

The ubiquitous Cafe Anton in Swakopmund
The ubiquitous Cafe Anton in Swakopmund

October my birthday month. I treated myself to a holiday in Namibia, revisit old haunts and reconnect with old friends. I deliberately flew into Windhoek so that I could make the drive to Swakopmund one of the highlights of my trip. The colours of Namibia change, subtly at first. Windhoek is bushveld and it was very dry. Blackened veld held evidence of recent fires. After Usakos and Karibib it starts to resemble a moonscape. Rocks are carelessly strewn around, barren and seemingly lifeless, like a land God made in anger. As the coast nears, a cloud of moisture starts to become visible in the far distance. The scape starts to smoothen out to beautiful dunes, golden and fiery red, soft sand giving way to harder gravel. The temperature has by this time dropped a full 10 degrees from what it was in Windhoek. I passed perhaps 1 car every 20kms. It was a soul trip lifting my emotions with each passing kilometre.

 

 

 

Linkin Park concert
Linkin Park concert

Lots happened in November. The euphoria of the Linkin Park concert. The hilarity of the ghost bus tour of Johannesburg – midnight at the cemetery in Bezuidenhout Park, a colleague posing, Bollywood style by a crumbling tomb. Visiting Freedom Park and an archaeological site at the Cradle of Humankind. First time at Arts on Main. Family time at Mbizi in Bela Bela.

It was also the month that my Dad spent 2 weeks in hospital, one of them in ICU. It was touch and go, and thankfully he is now over that and was back running the business with my brother within a week of getting home.

 

 

 

Knysna
Knysna

December and the month of Christmas, family and annual leave. I started my 5 weeks of leave on the 22nd of December. We had 2 Christmas celebrations, one with the family in Joburg and the other with the family in Knysna. Both were noisy, voices trying to make themselves heard over the din, making more even more din. The road trip took longer than usual, with enforced detours allowing us to get better acquainted with small plateland towns, and rain making things more interesting. A 5 minute torrential downpour just before Uniondale brought zero visibility. Thankfully  our encounter with the humungous tortoise crossing the road happened when it was dry and visibility was good.

 

 

Apple – an experience not a device

The south of Joburg has come into the 21st century. We have an iStore at The Glen. It was the opening today. At 8h45 there was already a queue outside, a crowd of people facing the glass windows, staring at the iAssistants inside receiving their final briefing before opening the iDoors.

BBM to my husband: “iStore open at The Glen. If I don’t come home, that’s where you’ll find me”. My husband’s BBM response: “Shall I bring a sleeping bag and a flask of tea?” (Yes yes, I do have a BB).

The iStores I’ve been to in the USA and here in SA look the same. Clean lines, lots of light, it’s a beacon in a mall, crowded with iFans. I am unashamedly one. The products are made for people. All people. They are people’s products. They are not fussy. They are beautiful. They are easy to use. And the packaging is sooooo beautiful, that it takes me a while just to admire the packaging before opening.

iStore experience in the USA and SA is different. I prefer the USA experience. I like being being welcomed at the door and asked what I would like to do today. I like it that any assistant carries a hand-help POS and can ring up my sale wherever I am in the store. No standing in a queue. I like being asked, “Would you like a printed invoice or can I email it to you?” and it gets emailed right there and then. I have not experienced that in SA. I suppose there are other considerations why this model wouldn’t work in SA.

Countless articles have been written about why Apple is such a successful brand and the secrets of its success. For each article writing about why Apple is so successful, there are an equal amount of articles by people telling us of why they hate Apple.

Like every successful brand, there are the fans and the detractors. The Apple brand is one of those that builds loyalty, sometimes blind loyalty. I read sometime ago that Apple was the only brand that had positive spin in the popular press every single day. That is an achievement.

Then there is Steve Jobs. Visionary and creative genius. By many accounts, not an easy person to have worked with. But a person many people would have wanted to work with. Me included!

Whichever way one looks at it, Apple is one of the leading global brands. Love it or hate it.

You know how I feel…