Today I went to the rugby/bowling club to watch the South Africa v. Australia game. Overall, I would say the club was a disappointment. The South Africans won. I didn’t watch the game because the idea of a million sweaty, drunk, smoking people in a confined space watching a sport I don’t understand isn’t very appealing to me. So I sat outside and enjoyed the sun with a friend.
She observed that the atmosphere in the club was very blue blood- Massachusetts- Martha’s Vineyard feeling. The crowd was 20 to 30 somethings that came from money and then a scattering of older men. There were also some elderly gentlemen playing cricket. The club seemed to harken back to the atmosphere of Apartheid South Africa: the whites enjoying themselves and the blacks as the serving staff. I suppose that it is this way in country clubs in the south; a revival of slavery times.
The local family that we have contacted invited us. Things went remarkably smoothly until it was time to leave. The patriarch of the family left before the bill was paid so the remaining people were left to pay his portion.
After this we were supposed to meet up with some of the New School students however the son of the local family dragged us to a bar so he could indulge in some illegal activities. I have realized that here in South Africa I have put myself in situations that I would never be in if I were in the states. I hate feeling dependent on people and I have feeling trapped in these situations where my preferences are ignored. I do not think I will hang out with this individual again.
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