Journey to Africa 2017. City of Komatiport, South Africa. Border with Tanzania
Johannesburg
To be honest, I'm tired of Johannesburg. The city is like a city, but only in it live solid, very tanned residents who still live in that former beauty of the city, created by white residents who were expelled by eggplants. Most of all I was surprised by the priests of many local women. They are not just large, but very large, like pull-out bedside tables, front and back. I have not seen such even in the USA and Brazil. For some reason, almost everyone has short, plump and crooked legs. I remember as a child I heard the words of a neighbor’s grandmother for her daughter, they say, swaddle tighter, otherwise the child’s legs will be crooked when they grow up. Gradually, everything in the city falls into decay. I didn't see any new builds. The sidewalks are collapsing. General pollution of the city. The farther from the center, the more mountains of garbage. Supermarkets with a very small range of products, but very expensive. The rags are complete rubbish. Stores have lost their luster.
There are still good roads, but they won't last long without decent maintenance. Buses from super, turn into booper, mooper. Inside the buses, eggplants rip out everything that can be stolen and sold. Only the doors remained in the toilet. In many of the seats, Aboriginal people searched the soft upholstery for hidden money by white people.
Road to Komatiport
Here, in South Africa, the countryside and national nature parks are more interesting. I decided to move closer to the famous Kruger Park, at the junction of the border with Mozambique. Chose the town of Komatiport. I bought a ticket for a bus that traveled along the route Johannesburg (South Africa) - Maputo (Mozambique). All two floors of the bus were full. All luggage was placed in the trailer of the bus.
Inside the bus it was like under Makhno. Full revelry. The eggplants took some things with them to the bus. The top shelves cracked with weight. The nets on the backs of the seats have long been cut off, apparently for catching fish. The bus was traveling no faster than 80 km. The terrain around the road is monotonous. Lots of abandoned countryside. Having such a fertile climate and good lands, there are almost nothing in the stores from vegetables and fruits. Mostly bananas and small pineapples. Almost no mango is for sale, but the one that can be found is very small and not beautiful. It costs 4.85 ZAR a piece. (almost 180 rubles). Tanned people do not want to engage in agricultural products. Send to them to steer the agriculture of our Minister Tkachev. He would sow the fields with wheat, attach part of the land to the Tkachev family, otherwise the lands of the Kuban alone are not enough for him. I would force many eggplants to join the Cossacks.
Escape from the Mozambique border
Once on the way (driving 5 hours 18 minutes) we stopped near the local catering. Food sucks from supermarket products. 50 kilometers before the border, the bus made a stop near the supermarket, and all the passengers from Mozambique rushed to buy food and rags. They say everything is very expensive in Mozambique. I warned the bus driver that I was going to Komatiport, South Africa, and he dropped me off at the Mozambique checkpoint, where greedy meaty border guards were waiting for cash buns. It is more expensive to argue with them, especially in backward countries. On the border, there is only one lord and god, this is a border guard. I, as quickly as possible, gave a tear from the checkpoint. The South African police apparently noticed me. The only white among the blacks, but I jumped on a ride to one of the local natives driving away from the border, and said forward away from here to Komatiport. The driver drove me straight to the Trees Too Guest Lodge.
I thanked him and handed him my business card with the words that if you are in Russia, then come visit, somehow. I entered the territory of the hotel, and the kind driver turned my business card for a long time, apparently thinking where it could be used in his household.
Komatiport
Trees Too Guest Lodge Comatiport
At the gate I was met by the white hostess of the hotel. Oh, she exclaimed, and I already wanted to go to meet you, although I wrote to her what time I arrive. First, she told me about the rules of residence. When her cafe is open, what is the approximate cost for breakfast and dinner. She showed me the territory, and settled in my room, a separate house, standing in the shade. I liked everything, and the price too, but it could be cheaper, since the water in the pool is cloudy and in the leaves. I booked hotels in Africa through Booking. com from Novorossiysk. There you see in the photo one thing, but here you see the real thing. Expensive, but everything is there. In the evening I was lassoed for a candlelit dinner. Everything was beautiful and smelled delicious. When food was served for 100 ZAR, I realized that the products from the supermarket were not the first freshness.
Not tasty and overcooked. Endured. fell asleep. Woke up. Breakfast for 75 ZAR. Asked for no egg dishes. (He hated eggs after the Maldives, Bali, when they poisoned him). Very swarthy in white hats understood everything, and brought me an egg omelette, overcooked ham and everything else. I immediately became ill. The pancreas, liver and stomach sang with one voice that I couldn’t do this. I agreed with them. He chewed something and left. The hostess, smiling, asked if I liked everything? I nodded my head and went to my house to drink mineral water. During the day I walked around the town. The sun beat down hard. Shops of all levels suck, as does the supermarket, where there is a meager selection of products, and at a high price. The tea bags are real and beautifully brewed. Bought only skinny plums and peaches. One thing is clear, they are not from the Kuban. The hostess is attentive as long as the tourist orders something, and her husband “go and fetch” with her. It is a pity for such men who are commanded by their wives.
Henpecked, as they say in our village. The owner is white and she has 18 eggplants working. Here they work really well. Gave me a 980 ZAR Kruger Park safari trip with a stop in Mozambique. What was to be done? Of course, it was expensive, but there was no choice. After the safari, the second dinner was prepared even worse than the first. Everything was overcooked to the coals for 120 ZAR. On this I finished eating in the hotel cafe. Terrible food is prepared by swarthy people. I had to buy tomatoes and cucumbers with bread in the supermarket. My stomach agrees to take them. It rains often. Out of the way, but I like the silence. Loved the owner's dogs. Every day, minute by minute, they come running to my lawn in front of the window, and unanimously empty their needs in such numbers that they eat a ram and drink the water of the Crocodile River in a day.
Then they go into the hotel cafe right into the kitchen, where the dark-skinned chefs feed them fresh chicken and all other freshly cooked food. Good life and master's dogs. Not only do I envy them, but all the black staff of the hotel. When I got tired of these dog squats in front of my room window, I took chili peppers and sprinkled them all over the lawn, where the grass began to dry out from the master's dogs. In the morning, as always, at the exact time, the dogs came running and began sniffing a new section of the clearing for their creations. When their nostrils sucked the chili pepper, they rushed into the house with a loud bark to the mistress. I don’t know what she did with them there, but since then the dogs have been avoiding my lawn, afraid to sniff it and squat on it.
