of Wynberg that cordons off the
rich and white from the poor and
black. At the entrance to Alex
there’s the huge minibus rank and
the bus station. It’s the same
bustling, chaotic third-world
marketplace you see in James Bond
and Jason Bourne movies. It’s
Grand Central Station but outdoors.
Everything’s dynamic. Everything’s
in motion. Nothing feels like it was
there yesterday, and nothing feels
like it will be there tomorrow, but
every day it looks exactly the same.
Right next to the minibus rank,
of course, is a KFC. That’s one thing
about South Africa: There’s always