As I mentioned in my previous post, I spent last week in the South African cities of Johannesburg and Cape Town. Even though I was there for work and saw more of my hotel than the actual surroundings, it was still pretty memorable.
I was in South Africa for an energy conference my firm was helping to organize. The conference was in Cape Town but because our headquarters is in Johannesburg, we decided to head there first and work for a couple of days before heading to Cape Town.
I pulled out my beloved Aqua by Aqua flasher jacket which I haven't worn on the blog since 2012 HERE. It was actually being held hostage but luckily it was liberated just in time. Wore it over my TNL scuba dress, seen HERE. for my first day of work in Jo'burg.
Didn't get to see as much of Jo'burg as I wanted because I was in the office pretty much all day. The least I could do was head out to dinner every night after work.
On my first day there, we had a Team dinner at a restaurant called The Butcher Shop and Grill in Mandela Square.
....where I had, I kid you not...the best ribs I've veer tasted in my life. They were the juicy, fall of the bone type the guys over at Eat Drink Lagos are always searching for in Lagos. This thing was like the size of my arm and perfect from start to finish. I highly recommend this restaurant if you're ever in Johannesburg. Absolute quality.
The next day was another work day, and again was in the office till very late.
Managed to get out and have dinner at a restaurant called Trumps, in Mandela Square again. As usual, the food was amazing, the wine was amazing, the people were amazing, the banter was amazing. Honestly, at this point it was starting to get a bit boring how lovely everything was.
The next day we planned a tour of Soweto, but since we were leaving for Cape Town that afternoon, there was no time for the full tour, so we just visited the Apartheid Museum.
The tickets we were given at the Museum classified us into "whites"or "non-whites and part of their shtick was to give white people "non-white"tickets and give non-white people "white"tickets.
and we had to pass through the entrance stated on our tickets, so I went through the "white"entrance.
To say what we saw in that museum was harrowing is an understatement. It evoked in me the same feelings I had when I visited the Holocaust Museum in New York last year HERE. Even with all the physical evidence in front of me I find it so hard to believe that human beings can be so evil to each other, without any provocation.
It boggles the mind.
This panel photo seriously freaked me out.
As the guide explained to us, sometimes an inter-racial family could have children who looked like different races. For instance, if it was one black parent and one white parent and they had 3 kids; they could have one child who looked white, another who looked black and a third who looked coloured. According to Apartheid, all three children would not be allowed to live under one roof because they were considered different races so the family had to go before the panel to prove all three children were from one race. If that couldn't be proven, they'd have to convert races, basically try and prove that the black child was coloured....or vice versa, just to be able to live as a family.
I saw Sarafina and Invictus, read Wilbur Smiths books and thought I knew Apartheid.
I knew nothing. It is even more amazing to realize how recent it was, up to the early 90s. This isn't the Armenian genocide, the Holocaust or the Vietnam war of decades ago. People my age lived under Apartheid.
We weren't allowed to take picture inside the core of the museum, only the entrance and the final exit.
So much went on that I have to split South Africa into two posts. Will blog about the Cape Town leg of the journey in my next post.
Love and Light xx