Discussion in 'Advocacy and Cycling Safety' started by Sixmile, 7 Mar 2018.
South Africa, a country of drug addled murderers, I might go.
All of them?
It's extremely sad that such a beautiful country with many wonderful, kind, friendly and hospitable people can, at the same time, be extremely violent. The "haves" violently protect their property against the "have nots" who violently attempt to gain control of the property - be it house, car, mobile, whatever.
Although mass shootings are very rare, one-on-one violence is all too common, and a part of life.
When we lived in Durban, getting the car out, for example, was a major hassle. Unlock the garage, unlock the car, get in, lock doors, disarm the anti hijack device. Back out, remotely shut the garage, drive down to the gate, remotely open the gate, back some more, close the gate, drive further to the gate a the road edge. Check for any suspicious characters, open second gate, drive out and without stopping, remotely close the gate.
Seems extreme, but my mother, aged 86, stopped at her gates and was jumped by two guys who smashed the window, opened the door and dragged her out, drove off leaving her lying in the road. There are numerous similar tales.
I have never been to South Africa, nor do I know anyone who has been there, so have no stories to tell
Yebbut you've never been outside Scotland.
I went to Englandshire once. It was more than enough.
I read a story about a bloke that kept a crocodile as a guard dog in SA, and apparently it had a splendid deterrent effect.
Went to South Africa once when I was a teenage rebel in the Merchant Navy, in the late 70's. Loaded up with Outspan oranges and grapefruit, 7000 tons of them, for Trieste and Marseille. The two loading ports were Durban and Port Elizabeth. Spent my 17th birthday in a pub in Port Elizabeth, and my memory of Port Elizabeth is that it was a bit non-descript.
Durban on the other hand had a long beach with a fun fair. One of my shipmates decided to chat up a young lady in a pub near the docks in Durban. This didn't go down well with her boyfriend; who together with some of his mates set upon the small group of guys from my ship. One ended up hospitalized and lost an eye. To be fair, the same thing could have (and did) happen at any pub near any docks throughout the world in the 70's and beyond. However, Durban was one of the few places I have visited where I felt uneasy, even in a group. And I spent my youth in Kingston, Jamaica, which is hardly known for it's love and welcoming of strangers!
We have a chap who works part time, in his late 50's at a guess (maybe slightly older).
He was born in South Africa and was "enlisted" in their army before eventually moving over to UK.
He's obviously seen some nasty things in his life and doesn't talk about it much. Apparently dead bodies we not an uncommon sight.
Thank fook I was born in the UK is all I'll say on the matter, there are far worse places to be!.
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