an old hand.
Something funny happened on the way from the rank this afternoon. Something that had "Africa" written all over it. So we leave Eastgate rank. A nice Inyathi (an "Inyathi" is like a local "Toyota" I think - don't hold me to this, I only ride the things). The driver, as soon as he gets out of the Eastgate parking lot, and has turned onto the slipway of the R24, the part where the freeway becomes the not-so-freeway into Jozi central, pulls the cab over to the side of the road and gets out. I'm thinking, not again (about a week ago we got pulled over by the pigs and I witnessed my first bribe - more on that later...).
Anyway, the guy gets out and goes behind the taxi. Others look around, I stay looking ahead, not your regular rubbernecker. Until I hear snickering. Our driver is taking a leak behind the cab at the side of the road. This draws out mixed responses from the other occupants. I know to hold my piece, haha, but I do smile. Once done he moves back along the cab and jumps back in, grinning from ear to ear and looking, to his credit, slightly embarrassed. He turns around to his audience, smiles an apology then holds up a 500ml Coke bottle in explanation. "iKoldrink..." Funny thing is I also needed a leak. I held it in until I got home an hour later. It was a long one. Not the ride.
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