Here is another one of the elisions. We arrive, Americans of African, Asian, European descent in different shades and genders, with African drivers democratically part of the group. They are selling. Hans and Johannes are two Afrikaaner sportsmen staying at the farm, out for a few days in pursuit of reedbok. They have a licence for eight and have bagged seven.
Today is their last day.
They will be going back to their desk jobs and their families, connected by fresh venison to their forebears but with tales from the frontier of the new wildlife they have encountered out there in the veldt. Meeting in the evening with the youth of Pietermaritzburg, a youth group based in the Anglican cathedral. We are late and they are tired of waiting but an inherent respectful politeness overcomes and soothes what cannot be concealed. We eat pink spam sandwiches and play games introducing ourselves. The group of thirty young people is largely African, with two Indians and a white boy with Downs syndrome.