Staged Reality / Motorcycle Diaries South Africa



Hey Mr. Omari... Tell me where you been? I've been around the world but I'll be back again....

So we went and saw Hancock on Tuesday. First, let me say it was horrible movie if I may give my movie review expertise haha. Well it could’ve been worse but it was pretty bad. Well after the movie two of my classmates went outside to wait on the taxi to come get us. When I got outside they were talking to someone who appeared to be homeless (don’t want to make any assumptions) and one of them had his wallet out, open in his hand, at head level, with his bills showing, attempting to find some change to give to this man. I walked behind him and tell him to turn around and face me. After him asking why three times, he finally turned around and faced me while he searched his wallet for change. I’m going to let you all make your own conclusions about this, but I wouldn’t open my wallet at the Holiday on 46th and Hiawatha which is by no means a bad neighborhood and falls 5 minutes from the house I’ve lived in my entire life. I guess this is what they call street smarts, some people have none.

Along the Lwandle Migrant Labour Museum official tour you make 8 stops through the town. One of the stop is the ‘pub’ where beer brewed by an elderly woman and men used to and continue to go for drinks and conversation. Inside this wood base with tin roofs, are wooden benches along the walls and a trash can in the middle with fire wood burning. My lungs screamed at me when I walked into this room. To our surprise, no one was drinking inside of the pub when we arrived. There was the elderly woman who brews the beer and about 4 other gentleman talking. The museum curator explained to them in their native language Xhosa what we were doing and asked if we could take pictures for the website of this place that the tour stops. Of course, the expected happened. One man asked if we could buy them beer in order to take the pictures while they were drinking. I quickly explained my quarrels with this to our professor who brushed me off as if I didn’t say anything. About 5 minutes later I walked in to see a tin can of beer being passed around and the men posing for pictures with the can right by their lips. I was FURIOUS. I’ll wait to comment further until I hear some of your feedback and then we can dialogue. What do you think...?

Signing off...

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