JOBURG

Yesterday after my South African politics test, Danny, Brett and I got on our flights to Johannesburg. Kelly and Kase traveled with us, and in the process of negotiating a cab we somehow ended up taking a black Mercedes to our hostel. This was oddly fitting, since it is an ex-Mafia mansion—probably what the house of Carmela Soprano’s dreams would look like if she got her act together and built it. Met up with Connor, Louie and Kevin here at the hostel, Brown Sugar Backpackers. Then we got in touch with Brett N. from USC, who is also here in Joburg for Spring Break! He bailed on Cabo to come home to Joburg (spring break capital of the world) and then Sydney. He recommended an amazing restaurant called Grand Central. Danny, Kase, Brett and I went to dinner and from there, Brett and his friend Dunny picked us up to have a “jol”—South African slang for a party. Despite having been in South Africa for the past 2 months, and supposedly learning this lesson our very first night in Tiger Tiger, Danny failed to bring proper shoe wear. Nikes might be “fly,” in the states, but they don’t fly in South African clubs. Finally, we got him in, and had a great first night in Joburg!