Today was a fairly dreary day in Johannesburg. It didn’t start out to be an active day, but when Alisa went to check on future showtimes of the play that she had been wanting to see since our arrival, The Boys in The Photograph, was having its last showing while we would be in Johannesburg, she quickly bought tickets and we dressed up the best we could with the limited clothes selection we had brought and we were off. But not right away.
Garth had parked their larger bakkie in the driveway blocking the small pickup in. We had the unfortunate task then to wake him from his jet lagged induced late slumber till 1230, but we were able to get the keys and then navigate the small bakkie out. This is the typical size bakkie of what must have been the 1980s in South Africa and while it had performed well driving around the housing development yesterday, the gas tank was on E and it would still be my first time driving a stick shift in Johannesburg. I learned to drive stick on my best friends car in San Diego, an Acura RSX, and then driven a massive Toyota SUV through Blantyre, Malawi for a few hours before we realized our mistake and returned it and eventually secured a automatic 2wd sedan. However that was my extent of experience.
We got out onto the road just fine, but i realized that having no RPM gauge, like there was on the RSX, would come into play much more now that i was on the open road. We made it out of Elnas gated community just fine and onto the main road and down the hill but at the next traffic light, it was red but shortly turned to green. I had been stepping on the break and put the car in neutral, put when the light turned green I tried to put the car back into first, which it did not want to do. Not realizing that the engine was still at too high of of an rpm for first, I ended up stalling the car right at the bottom of a large dip in the road about 20 metros from the stop light. Having no gas in the car seemed to play a part in restarting the car, as it took 4 attempts to start it while I had massive SUVs flying around me.
Luckily, there was an Engen gas station just up the hill. And I finally got the bakkie restarted and up the hill. I was nearly frustrated enough to turn back, but after we got some gas, the engine started up much easier and I thought that we would now be fine to make it. For the most part we were, despite Alisa taking me onto the motorway (it was difficult to get much past 70 ams) and sending me in different directions once we were downtown to find parking. Once we found the theater there were signs that led us around the block to the theater’s own underground structure. We parked and headed up and found a 70s style theater with the gold wall decorations with the square lights adorning the gold in different designs. At it’s height it must have been a special place, and while it had been up kept, it was far from modern. All the bars and lounge areas kept to the period and we bought chocolate and Alisa got an appletizer. But strangely no Amarula.
We took our seats at the call of the bell and watched the appropriately 90 minute long play, with a 15 minute interval. You can read Alisa’s review by clicking here.
We returned without incident but decided to stay close to home, and go to the grill across the street from the entrance to Elna’s gate. Garth gave us a lift on his way out, but upon arrival, the lights were off, and we discovered it was closed all Sunday. So much for a Fourth of July meal. We returned to Elna’s to cook dinner and found there really wasn’t much on television with no soccer on this sundae for the first time in three weeks.