Joburg is at once a world-class concrete jungle, an inner city slum, a derelict lot and corner infused with historical happenings. It is complex and complicated. It is Africa; real, imagined, invented. But enough of my thoughts. Enjoy this wander through my city…
Central Joburg. I was too busy talking to people and taking photographs of the buildings to notice which streets we walked along.
All roads lead home. The train tracks end at Park City Station.
I could probably write an essay on Jozi’s taxis – or the notorious taxi drivers rather. You’ll have to settle for these pics instead.