South Africa

 

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I went to South Africa with 1900 Programming in 1970 and spent 3/4 fantastic years there - what a great place!!

Bit of trepidation before going - because of the Apartheid thing - didn't agree with that - how would I live with it??

It came out of the blue...I was working in the London office and Wal and I went skiing in his Marcos in March 1970, and on our return, Bassy and KPJ had decided that things were bad in South Africa, and it needed sorting out, so I'd go there with KPJ spending lots of time there too.

Arrived 10 May, 1970, into the Astor Hotel where all the new arrivals were put and had to endure the first 'dealing with black Africans/apartheid' sort of thing.... see below.

Within 30 minutes of arriving Fred Boulton (who I'd never met), Graeme Wallace (who I knew well) and a couple of others were downstairs ready for a few drinks and some lunch - and so it went - straight into the fray!

At the hotel, you could order a morning paper (or not), and a morning drink (or not) - I'd decided that rather than an alarm call - Room Service delivering ONLY a drink would be enough of a wake-up, so had asked for Hot Tea at 07:00AM. 

He was a lovely guy, and over the weeks I got to know him a bit, and we laughed and joked - good fun, but I'm sure that what he was doing was in some way - the African's revenge - because of Apartheid. Knock-knock - "room-service" - "Jesus, is it 07:00Am already?" - leap out of bed, go to door - there he is "Morning Bossy, your Coffee" - look at watch - its 04:30AM!! Tell him to bugger-off, go back to bed...... Knock-knock - "room-service"  - "Jesus, is it 07:00Am already again?" - leap out of bed, go to door - there he is "Morning Bossy, your Newspaper" - look at watch - its 05:15AM!! Tell him to bugger-off, go back to bed...... Knock-knock - "room-service"  - "Jesus, is it 07:00Am already again, again?" - leap out of bed, go to door - there he is "Morning Bossy, your Hot Chocolate" - look at watch - its 06:00AM!! ....etc... I don't think he got it exactly right any morning of my 2 week+ stay!! Nor would I have - if I'd had to endure what they (the Africans) did.

And on that subject.... (apartheid)! I think it was bad, inhuman and there wasn't much an individual could do about it.

I'll largely ignore descriptions of work, suffice to say that I transferred within 1900 Programming and therefore lots of socialising was done with work colleagues. Outside of work - life was great - I moved into a serviced apartment (The Augustus) in Illovo (northern suburbs of Johannesburg). All around were BIG houses in BIG grounds, with pools and tennis courts and well tended gardens - paradise! I had a variety of rented cars including South Africa's own (a Ranger) - which was basically a rebadged GM/Opel - managed to write it off on the way back from Durban.

Evenings were spent boozing in bars or at home and eating out - lots of time spent at Cafe Mozart, the Coffee Shop at Rand International Hotel etc whilst weekends were for "getting away from the city", mostly camping or staying at Holiday Inn type hotels:

Fred Boulton's flat in Berea became a bit of a Sunday morning thing - buy some booze and the Sunday papers on the way there (if you hadn't picked them up from a seller at the traffic lights on the way home late Saturday night/early Sunday morning) - then just sit listening to good music - on the Sinclair Hi-Fi.

I moved into a fantastic pad again in Illovo, next door to the Augustus. It was a large house (maybe 4/5 bedrooms) with small cottages (rondhavels) throughout the gardens. The guy who owned it didn't live there, and only rented out a couple of rooms in the main house and all the rondhavels ONLY to male bachelors. What a time we had. There were about 10 servants (cooks, cleaners etc..) my car was washed every morning, there was a beautiful garden with pool and every Saturday or Sunday in the Spring/Summer there would be a barbecue. Shame - I went back there years later, and it had all been knocked down and bull-dozed into the pool prior to being remade into a small apartment block....memories!

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