The outward form, the appearance of Americanism has taken root, the substance is following behind. It is like watching a man wielding a hammer at a distance - you see the impact and then as he raises his arm to full height, you hear the noise. We go to Happy Valley Shack City, but we do not meet with Ma Dhlomo. We do not even get out of the vans. Maybe Shamiel has cold feet bringing this vanload of Americans into the neighborhood.
Respect is the currency of survival, to be paid and maintained.
A big disappointment. Munier has invited us all to dinner at his house in the Bo-Kaap. There are two long tables laid out for twenty people. We are served lamb curry, chicken curry, rice, chapati followed up by luminescent cakes and jellies. It is delicious.