Wednesday, June 30, 2010

The lay of the land


Tuesday was JOH orientation day.  I was picked up by an apartment hunter in the morning and off we went.  She knows JOH like the back of her hand, and was pointing out good restaurants and shopping places so rapidly that I soon gave up.  Had I continued, I would have come away with dinner plans for the rest of the year.

She talked about driving and traffic at one point, and told me really watch out for the ubiquitous taxi vans.  (She’s right – NYC taxis may be aggressive, but they generally obey road rules.  These don’t.)  What was more interesting was her language, which delineated “us” and “them” along racial lines.  She said something like “Those are the local taxis.  Locals use them, but we do not. They are unreliable, and drivers may not even have their licenses or may be carrying guns.”

Later, I asked about how much people actually integrate – it’s one thing to allow everyone to go anywhere, it’s another thing to see if people actually do it.  Her answer is that today there is more “economic segregation,” which is very true; this is also true in the U.S., but it doesn’t cut so clearly along racial lines.  From other things I’ve heard, I think there may be more to it than this.

She then went on to talk about her growing up and parents.  She grew up in a family where the black domestic server had her own utensils and crockery and was completely cut off from the family other than being there to serve.  Now her ailing father has a full-time black nurse from Zimbabwe who of necessity eats every meal with him, and apparently she is educated enough/cultured enough that my guide invites the nurse to join them for a glass of wine and chat whenever she is with her parents.

The apartments were interesting.  Some takeaways:

1) South Africans have never heard of central heating or A/C.  (It’s currently highs around 58 F and freezing as a low.  Summers get up to 90 F.)  Maybe that’s not quite true, but no one I’ve met has either.  Heat is from space heaters and a lot of blankets.  One place I looked had A/C in the master bed, but that’s it.  I mentioned that to a SA today and she just sort of thought about it and shrugged.

The kicker is that the alternative to A/C is to open the windows, right?  But no one has screens.  What to do about this?  The girl’s eyes lit up because she knew the answer to that one and told me that you get a bug trap and put it just inside the window.

To me, this seems like looking at the problem of the common cold and saying that the answer is to walk around with Sudafed instead of saying to wash hands a lot.

I may eat my words in a couple of months, but I can understand why they wouldn’t have A/C if you would only want it for a short period of time.  However, do my neighbors all really prefer to sweep up dead bugs instead of putting a screen on their window?

The net effect of this all?  I slept with a beanie and three comforters on last night.  It's fitting that my Bostonian roommate is going to arrive just in time for the hot summer without any A/C while the Houstonian is here for the winter with no heat.

2) In older construction (not sure the cutoff), air vents were legally mandated.  This means that in most apartments there are holes (roughly 6”x4”) in the wall that go straight to the outside through some filter material (like what you put on your A/C air intake).  This, of course, would also defeat any central heat or A/C.

3) Almost all places here have carports – think covered parking at an airport.  These keep the sun directly off your car, but don’t have anything connecting them to the apartment to avoid getting wet from rain.  (Hopefully not a big deal considering the fairly low rainfall.)  Some units have garages, but these garages are almost always single (even if for a 2 or 3 bed apt) and detached, meaning there is a row of garages somewhere and then you walk to your place.  It gives you some storage space and a bit more security for your car, but still doesn’t get you in/out without hitting the elements.

4) Housing is slightly more expensive than Houston.  The apartment hunter thinks things will open up/prices will cool off when the World Cup ends, but at the moment I’m seeing stuff that isn’t as nice as my Houston apartment for slightly more, though you must adjust for the fact that I’m looking for a furnished place.

Brazil Day

I went into the office Monday morning (I don’t actually start until Thursday) and got a very basic temp phone. Huge step forward.

To take this huge step forward, I had to overcome a huge obstacle: the exit from my temp apartment’s garage is about a 30 degree slope up and has walls on both sides of the exit, meaning I had to get my (manual) car up to just the right point at the top that I could lean forward and look both directions, then get going without rolling back into the closed gate behind me. I picked what looked like a good break in traffic, prayed hard, and gunned it. Coming out of there in my small car, I probably looked like something out of Italian Job. (I’d like to think so, at least.)

This statue says a lot about South Africans and the World Cup.

At 4pm I got a note saying someone had an extra ticket to Brazil/Chile, and I pounced. Great experience, though unfortunately I didn’t have time to get any gear, so I looked like the people I dislike at professional sports events – the ones who have corporate season tickets, don’t really care about the game, and don’t fill their seats half the time. Traffic crawled as we approached Ellis Park. Note to self: next time, use the Hyundai park/ride, because any official Hyundai fan transport van gets a police escort to make it through the crowd. All along the way there were street vendors hawking flags, vuvuzelas, and other paraphernalia.

It took us 20 min to get through security, but only because of the mass of humanity – not because they were really checking for anything. My belt, camera, and cell phone all went through the metal detector fine. Others walked through with open beer bottles, drums, and I probably don’t want to know what else. Maybe it's a good thing Brazil won.

We got in the stadium right on time and off we went. There were dots of red in the sea of green/yellow, but there were a lot of non-Brazilian Brazil fans. I got a pretty good video of the field/crowd right as Brazil scored their first goal and things went nuts.

Contrary to my ingoing opinion, the vuvuzelas weren’t terrible. If someone blows one next to you, you’re in trouble, but maybe the open stadium diffused the sound sufficiently to not be deafening. The one thing that TV doesn’t pick up is that they aren’t always constant; sometimes people would get in rhythm and the sound would ebb and flow like a revving car. The worst thing was an air horn someone had in the row in front of us. Blowing a vuvuzela inside a closed, echoing restroom, though, is deserving of death. Or at least some deadly stares.

There was no way this night could end right after the game, so we went to a local place to hang out. The place was packed. In the course of the night our table expanded/contracted as we met a trio of Americans, a very friendly pair of Mexicans, a Brit, and a couple of locals. The WC is like the Olympics in that it mixes up people from all around the world who have nothing to do but go to a few events and hang out with other people, and thus many new friends are made. I had a very interesting conversation with two SAs of Indian descent about SA, different cities, race, Indian culture in SA, and a lot of other stuff. While we talked they ordered margaritas, mojitos, and nachos – however, when I asked about a Mexican/TexMex restaurant, they came up blank. The nachos lacked good salsa but otherwise weren’t bad, but the cheese instantly solidified in the 50 F night.

After 2am rolled around I found out that there is no mandatory closing hour. My body is thoroughly confused, and that night didn’t help. However, it gave me plenty of time to watch Brazilians live up to a stereotype: they aggressively hit on anything female.

Robbery report (or, "Don't read this, mom")

Over the last couple of days, the FIFA HQ got robbed, the Police Minister’s unfinished official home was robbed, and a former police captain was arrested for involvement in three shootings. The FIFA and minister heists are thought to be inside jobs; the FIFA HQ is literally right around the corner from my office.

The World Cup and the almighty dollar

South Africans mostly rooted for Ghana during the U.S./Ghana match. This makes sense, as Ghana is the last remaining African country in a tournament that was supposed to showcase Africa’s development. However, an interesting article in today’s paper says that South Africans might rue that decision and the ouster of others such as the UK. Why? Visitors from the U.S. and UK are the two biggest-spending groups according to Visa. They now have no strong reason to stick around. While I doubt this will have too much of an impact – the price of changing an airline ticket to leave prematurely will probably keep many here for their full itinerary – it is an interesting point.

What would have probably been a more interesting exercise would be to see which nationalities booked the longest average hotel stay. Brazilians might have been more inclined to book all the way until the finals, for example, than Americans. This would give a more realistic assessment of each country’s opinion of its own chances than simply asking the man on the street.

I'm alive

I may already have the most dangerous part of my Africa experience behind me: walking out of the airport and spending the rest of the day driving a manual on the left side of the road. The left side thing hasn’t been too bad – I did this for 6 weeks in Australia/NZ – but the manual was the part I was worried about. My manual driving experience consisted of “helping daddy shift” when I was 6 and driving a jeep on the ranch, and cows don’t mind if you have to restart your car. Aside from some angry drivers, I came out fine.

There is a guy who transferred from the Dallas office and is finishing his 3rd year; I gave him a call and met him and a couple others at a shopping center nearby to watch the England/Germany game on a jumbotron set up in a plaza.

What does "Eastern Toilets" mean?  Squatty potties, of course.

The area has condos built on top of a mall, all walled in and with controlled access. Ryan pointed out an observation he had made that seems quite right. After Apartheid, the middle/upper class (read: whites) moved out of downtown JOH and resettled in walled, barbed wire homes a little north. (I drove through “downtown” JOH, called the Central Business District, on the way from the airport and it’s pretty decrepit. Sandton is what anyone from the U.S. would think is “downtown.”) They then started moving into walled multi-family compounds, i.e. an apartment complex with shared security. The next iteration has been toward the “private city,” with shopping and living all in a security perimeter so people feel they can freely walk around and live their basic lives there. As you drive north from the JOH CBD past Sandton and on up north you can see this evolution.

“This country brought to you by…”

I’m now sitting in the Johannesburg airport as I write, passing some time before I can meet the guy to let me into my temp living quarters. Tambo airport is, as you might imagine, covered in World Cup signs. I saw nothing but red World Cup-themed Coca-Cola ads until I got to immigration, which was practically painted in yellow MTN World Cup ads.

Everyone here has a vuvuzela sticking out of their backpack.

Hasta el ano

Catching up on what I wrote prior to having internet access...


Hi from Dubai, everyone.

My flight over here was mostly uneventful, except that the guy next to me was obviously from a culture that isn’t big on personal space. Emirates is a pretty nice airline, though Singapore Airlines is still tops in my book. One nice touch: the ceilings have fiber optic pinprick lights that give it the appearance of looking at stars.

On the approach to Dubai I had to reset myself to “Qatar mode” – anywhere you see green, you are seeing the marks of the human touch; brown sand is the natural state.

I was supposed to get a tour of Dubai from a business partner of my neighbor, but it got cut short by my late flight on one end and the fact that his mom went to the hospital suddenly on the other end. Also, the immigration guy in my line took me to a special office, gave my passport to someone, and then left without telling me what was up, how long it would take, or who had my passport. Thanks, guys. The only cause I can think of is the Israeli passport stamp.

I did get an abridged tour because the guy dropped me off at a local mall to go wander around so I could at least see something. The highlight was seeing the hotel/tallest building on the world (depending on who you ask, because it sort of cheats with a 50m spire). It was dark, so I didn’t actually see it, but it was perhaps more impressive because what I did see were the blinking air traffic warning lights that marked it out. The lights went up into the night fog so much higher than anything else that I was duly impressed.

This was not “the” mall with the indoor ski slope, and as such it was really just a Houston Galleria with a few more burqas and a lot more money changing places.
The food court was different, however. American fast food was the order of the day, including joints that I rarely see in Texas like Hardee’s and Dunkin Donuts. Marble Slab and Cold Stone Creamery were both present. I ended up getting American fast food because they were the only places that took credit card, which I found odd given Dubai’s push to be a financial hub, its screaming commercialism, and the fact that I was in a very Western mall.

I joined several hundred people to watch the first half of the U.S./Ghana game on a big screen in the food court. When Ghana scored 5 min into the game the place erupted. I highly doubt there were more than a handful of Ghanians(?), so I can only interpret that as wanting America to lose. What I don’t know, however, is the root – were they rooting against us because it was David vs. Goliath and everyone loves an underdog, or because of politics?

Monday, June 21, 2010

About to be Gone again

I have traveled to Honduras several times in the past year, but that was of a different nature and did not earn blog space. (To see what I was doing, check out BuildingaFuture.org.)

However, the next adventure is about to begin. I am sitting in the airport waiting to head to Johannesburg, South Africa for the next year. Stay tuned...

The abridged version

Hmm. My trip in 2008 didn't end in Jerusalem, but my blog postings did. I took notes that I planned to write up, but then the work thing happened and therefore the blogging didn't. A quick recap of the rest of the trip may follow, because there was a lot more that happened that obviously didn't get archived.