Hi Nicky
If I were you I would not be too worried about a bit of old spam, or a fruitcake on a computer, after all, you are 5K miles from the UK and I dont think anyone is going to be making at 10K mile round trip to come and hunt you down
No, I would be more worried about living in that paradise hell you reside in. All the ex-pats (salty dicks - I like that expression) soon came running back to the UK when Nelson Mandela came into power, their party was well and truly over.
Talking of fruitcakes, one said quite recently (after googling it up on Wiki) that Soweto is a lower middle class populated urban area of the city of Johannesburg and can be compared with a council estate in the North of England LMFAO
. If these nuts knew anything about SA, they would know that Soweto is a SHANTYTOWN, and even the filthiest of gypsy sites in the UK would look like Buckingham Palace in comparison. Again, the English media has brainwashed these numpties into believing everything they are told on the news. Numpties, try using google images for Soweto
and see the shacks these people dwell in.
The clue to the Black native population is in the name of the country South
AFRICA, they are African's and their lifestyle is a million worlds away from the white man. That sounds very racist, and when I first went to SA, I used to try to preach the equality stand, but of course I was laughed at and unless you have experienced the SA way of life, you cannot even begin to explain. Black Africans sleeping on the veld, under trees, one even appeared from the middle of nowhere when I got out of the car to stretch my legs near to Pilgrims Rest.
The Natal area is very beautiful, but also has its famous Foreman Road shantytown, I expect someone will say that it is the equivalent to middle class suburbia in the UK
Nicky, you say you are not black, so are you white? The reason I ask is does your Turk reside in SA and how are you treated by relatives, friends and the public in general. I know that if a white woman so much as latched up with a guy from another culture they would be immediately looked upon as an outcast, spat upon and disowned. I have heard terrible stories of 'necklacing', which is truly horrific, the car hijacks, in fact a neighbour of mine went to live in SA a few years ago and was murdered within months by a car hijacking shooting. As you know the highways are huge and the police helicopter just hover over the top and shoot through the head, the car veers off into the veld, no questions asked. Life is cheap in SA.
The maid would steal one sock one week and when you threw the odd one out in the garbage the following week, they would retrieve it and take it back to their shantytown to make up the pair.
SA is very affluent and yet extremely deprived. Saturday afternoons being the Jewish Sabbath most of the shops were closed, but the day would be spent rather like in Turkey consuming beer and a braai with enormous steaks sizzling away. The shopping malls were truly extravagant and luxurious and the ice cream palours with the ice cream dipped in chocolate yummy, not to mention the REAL milk shakes, not the crappy McDonald's ones we have to put up with in the UK, and the restaurant service is the best I have ever experienced in the world. Of course this lifestyle is such a contrast to the nearby shantytowns where existing from one day to the next day is such a struggle, not to mention the epidemic of AID's which the black man is in denial of.
My voodoo doll (one shown on my Avatar) is an original from Soweto and she was used for the purpose of witchcraft. Of course you will know all about the traditional witch doctor and how people flock to them to have their curses lifted. I have another large voodoo doll and a smaller one.
By the way, do you get sick to the back teeth of the sound of drums? Everywhere I went I heard bloody drums beating away. Prior to visiting the Kruger National Park I had to take mosquito medication to prevent malaria, then the added risk of the water being contaminated with bilharzia, mind you, after a couple of sundowners under that huge African sky, one tends to forget the dangers in the paradise prison.
Tell me more Nicky about your life and experiences in SA, I have loads more stories, but they can wait for another day.
Ruby