Something fairly interesting happened on the train this morning.
Metrorail. Where two trains out of 10 are on time, and three out of 10 are more than 15 minutes late. Yes, I’ve done the maths*.
Where on a 22-minute journey, from Kenilworth to Cape Town, at least three blind beggars, and their partners, will traipse through the carriages singing hymns and harmonising without harmony.
Where the graffiti covers anatomically incorrect and yet disconcertingly explicit private parts, philosophical rants, and the eloquently direct ‘METRO-POES’ (post on this coming soon).
Where at least once a week that one beggar will get on while you’re waiting to leave Cape Town Station after work, the one who insistently asks for a 10 cents, and who smells so awful it’s almost unbearable.
Where ticket prices will go up from 192 to 220 bucks, without warning – that’s an increase of 14.5% – and then back down to 200 the next month.
But it’s not all bad. For example, this morning I heard this shuffling noise from the other end of the carriage, and I looked up, and sure enough! Shuffling:
I guess he just can’t, he just can’t, he just can’t control his feet.