"Rainbow Diary", John Malathronas, Summersdale, 2006
Hi John, I just wanted to let you know that I'm reading Rainbow Diary,
which S**** bought me for Christmas ! It's a really interesting contrast
with my experiences out there and in Zimbabwe in 1984/5/6/7.
I do think you're a bit harsh on Afrikaners sometimes. That poor
God-fearing bi- or tri-lingual Boer family with their children, hearing
your table describing Monkey-gland sauce, were probably disapproving of
your language rather than of black integration :-)
Like I say a great contrast though. I went out in the middle of
"sanksies" to see for myself and make a bit of money whilst I explored the
railways there at company expense :) Sub-contracting from my UK employer
cost SA about quarter of a milion pounds, that was 1M Rand at the
external exchange rate but it deprived business of 2M Rand worth of foreign currency allowance at the official forex accounting rate (half as much as the other, and used for any corporate deals). A complicated economic sanction, but I decided to take the job as I strongly believe in seeing and forming my own opinions on contentious subjects.
Amongst my closest friends in Jhb were a big bullet shaped black man called
Simon D***, with an amazingly lazy but humorous laugh and a Chinese
bloke called Paul F***. They were both travelling technicians with ICL
Retail Systems, staffed by a mixture of ex-pats, Afrikaners and anyone
local who was relaxed and relatively liberal :) We three used to sit
on the grass at lunchtime with a monkey gland burger in front of City
Hall in jacaranda filled Braamfontein and swap bitingly cynical jokes
at the racist system. Even then the richer suburbs of Jhb were defended
to the hilt with walls, electric gates, lights, dogs and armed response
signs.
Simon had been banged up one New Year for leaving his dompass at home,
and had to be bailed out by management on NY Day. Paul was worried that
the Coloureds and maybe even the Blacks would get at least the 1986-7
partial vote before the Chinese, overtaking the long-delayed Chinese
voting negotiations. Had some great Chinese dinners at his home. Remember
this was before the crackdowns and necklacings, they weren't unknown
but it wasn't a reign of fear then. Everyone always had a smile and a
"yebo" for the black security guards and asked after their families.
For my second long trip there I lived in a flat in Hillbrow, just
round the corner about two streets from the Rotunda. It certainly wasn't
a war zone, it was cosmopolitan, liberal, had great book and record shops,
clean buildings around greened squares, half a dozen restaurants on every
block, not to mention Johannesburg's last electric trolleybus route. It
also had a great scene. I never got to go in any of the clubs (still a
bit timid) but I walked past many evenings and heard the African jazz,
which I was really into at the time.
I didn't go into a township either - I hated the idea of turning
someone's suffering into tourism - but they were a fact of life for
anyone who travelled by train as much as I did. When we passed through
them, official or unofficial, neat railway township or squatters camp,
as we looked out of the window - First Class, Second Class, Third Class
Bunks, Third Class sitting, and in Zimbabwe Fourth Class - we were all
the same as them. The black community itself though oppressed was also a
fact of life and the underpinning of the country's economic success. I'm
glad it's more liberal and equal but wish everyone didn't have to lose
their livelihoods. In Zimbabwe the entire black middle class still
supports a community of black maids, shop assistants and gardeners,
there's no shame seen in it.
I never got down to Cape Town but I read that section and especially
District Six and Robben Island movingly. I liked Port Elizabeth, I saw
it in the cool winter sunshine. You should have explored down towards
the docks as there is some great architecture underneath the freeways
! However you did see quite a bit I didn't. It also has a narrow gauge
steam train with scenic views ;-)
I did PE and George/Knysna in the same long weekend on a triangular
air trip, with steam at each corner. I haven't done the scenic Montague
Pass by rail yet, but special trains do tackle it from George or even
Mossel Bay and take the western Garden Route to the top of the pass to
Oudshoorn. You could cycle down :) You can take a "power van" motor rail
trolley from Oudshoorn up the Outeniqua, the old Eastern Cape main line,
and back down again, downwards is the route you cycled. And another
little power train at some times of year from Oudshoorn along the old
branch line to a hotel in Calitzdorp, which I think sounds much easier
than cycling !
Durban and Zululand I also loved a lot! As you say luxury there is
so cheap and I liked that I could just walk into a sea front hotel and
pay my bill cash in advance - only money to keep was for spending. Warm
sunny and cosmopolitan with a great beach (and shark nets, you didn't
swim before breakfast following a storm), I brought back some nice
little railway related bits from antique/upmarket flea shops on the
road from the station to the sea front. Glad to hear the snake farm is
still going well ! I loved the South Coast from Durban too, the wooden
electric slam-door train over the beach-front lagoons and causeways to
Kelso was really beautiful (which back then went onto beach resort of
Port Shepstone and another narrow gauge steam train through the sugar
cane and rondavels of the Valley of 1000 Hills). On other visits I explored the railway route through Tzaneen and down the edge of the Kruger park, and we drove across the Escarpment and battlefields of Zululand - an area that still tugs at my heart almost as much as the 1000 Hills.
I'm just starting the "Saved the best for last" British bit but I
wanted to commit these thoughts. A great read John and I really look
forwards to raving with you again some time - we have a significant
birthday coming up soon - otherwise we must meet up abroad somewhere if
we ever get organised ;-)
Electric Fence