Journey to Africa 2017. Johannesburg, South Africa. ZOO
I figured out the security in Johannesburg. The fears are too exaggerated, by those who, apparently, were not there, or simply did not walk around the city, like me. There is no tourist information in the city. There are no ads at all. I would like to see something interesting, but where to go? To the village to the grandmother? So in our country, even in a remote village, grannies will tell you everything, where, how and where. And if they don't know, they can send them. . . far, far away. In a word, you won't get lost. I read about an interesting zoo somewhere not far from the city. What was there to get there? Asking the locals for something is generally useless. They even have it written on their foreheads that they don't know anything. Around one strongly tanned. They drove the whites to the south of South Africa, who erected ditches everywhere with crocodiles and barbed wire so that the dark ones could not sunbathe on their lawns.
I liked what the South Africans wrote: "All South Africans, and like all civilized countries, drive on the left side of the highway. " That's right, and our country sucks because we drive on the right side. Maybe that's why England doesn't like us so much? Our railway track is wide, and the movement is right-handed. We are not all the same as people. Shame on Russia. In South Africa, even electrical outlets are not at all the same as in Europe and Russia. I had to buy South African ones, and this is more expensive than a good breakfast.
The only thing that very tanned people can do is smile and help, but only for money. I experienced everything myself. At first they say that they will give you a ride for free, and when you arrive, they put up a large amount of their money. They don't want to do anything for free.
When I asked how to get to the zoo, everyone unanimously repeated that it was only by taxi.
When you agree, the dark-skinned one led to the car, and the driver gave him money for finding a client. In a word, the tourist pays a lot of money, from which part falls to intermediaries. This is how the country of South Africa lives. Former South African President Nelson Mandela gave the tanned inhabitants of the country freedom, and permission to take everything from the pale-faced. As a result, many former beautiful buildings turned into universal hostels, with garbage dumps and garbage. If you walk down the street, then suddenly a bag of happiness with garbage can fly on your head from high-rise buildings. I saw it personally. Nelson Mandela gave the tanned locals freedom, but not the culture of the hostel.
In a word, for a lot of money I drove to the zoo on the outskirts of the city. I liked the park. I had a good rest in it, as it was very clean and green. It is a pity for the animals, although they had land space. They would have to go to the savannah.
I drove back for 10 rubles, and for a taxi I paid 200 rubles (multiply by 4 with kopecks). The dark-skinned rob the pale-faced without a twinge of conscience, as under Lenin in Russia. History repeats itself everywhere. It is a pity that the new rulers do not learn anything. Came. He robbed the people, ruined the system and left.
