Hooooo boy. So last night, there was a bar fight that happened with some of the people who stayed out later. Long story short, Bryant got too drunk, bumped the wrong Afrikaaner, got punched in the face, Colin went into help, got punched in the eye and lip, and then Kevin dragged them both out of there. There was also an incident with Andrew and Nick that I’m not too sure of the details on. Bryant’s nose is broken, and Colin has a major black eye and fat lip. They are beautiful this morning. Moving on.
In waiting for Bryant to get back from the hospital, we had to delay our leaving time by a couple of hours. We left at about 1030, and made our way to Johannesburg. Our first stop was Soweto, which stands for South West Township, and is where a lot of black south Africans lived during Aparteid. We went to the Hector Pieterson museum while there, which is about the School strike of 1976. The museum is dedicated to the first boy to lose his life. This was supposed to be a peaceful protest of children, but the police opened fire on them early on “for protection”. This was also a major turning point in the anti-Aparteid movement. After this, we grabbed lunch at a buffet place nearby, and then headed to the Aparteid museum. After that, we went to Nick’s house to look around, then to dinner in Joburg. After dinner, we stopped for a drink at Cool Runnings, and then headed back, as it was almost 11.
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The Joke
It's a frickin' elephant
A class of five-year old students are learning to read.
One of them pointed at a picture in a zoo book and said,
"Look at this! It's a frickin' elephant!"
The teacher took a deep breath, then asked... "What did you call it?"
"It's a frickin' elephant! It says so on the picture!"
And so it does...
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