...big. seriously.
...the skyline from my balcony.
...highway - mall - highway - mall - highway...etc.
...surprisingly, trees. lots of trees.
...nothing without chinatown.
...spending a fortune on taxi cabs. but also finding that one driver who charges with absolute empathy.
...conversations with taxi drivers about jozi back in their day - seeing snippets of the past through the eyes of the people.
...being paranoid about walking home after dark. keeping two locks on the front gate. only to find that your house mate has been stealing from your bedroom all along.
...driving home with flirtatious police to take said house mate to jeppe police station.
...finding perfect pasteis de nata in a portuguese pastry store on queen street.
...being anonymous enough to sing 'price tag' out loud on the walk from work.
...meeting a blind man who pushes his wheelchair-bound friend around the hilly suburb of kensington.
...driving from sandton to kensington and getting lost in alex along the way.
...similarly - driving to and around lesotho without a problem - and then getting lost for an hour in downtown jozi on the way back.
...the carlton centre.
...that statue of the pink pig on a roof close to the inner city.
...taking an entirely impromptu trip to swaziland and mozambique. in one weekend.
lastly, my favourite -
...being greeted by strangers on the street.
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