Foot is on the Ground

I just got into Johannesburg this afternoon. The weather is wonderful;
its like mid-Fall in Florida. The dirt is red, people smell like people,
and everybody is very friendly.

The hostel Im staying at is large but still very homey. It is owned by a
white and black couple and they have a little six year old girl named
Jacqueline. She made me go tree climbing with her and play around the
house in the big backyard; green grass, pool, and even a little straw
hut for fun. As I am typing this, there is the UK couple playing with
Jackie (the little girl), a girl who is the vice-captain of the Canadian
underwater hockey team here for world championship talking with two guys
going to the Zambia to build a hostel. There is also 2 New Yorkers
hangin somewhere around the house.

Here in Joburg, everything looks fairly modern. The owner took me and a
British young couple to the local mall to shop for food and random
necessities. Red dirt dusted the roads and sidewalks. As we were
driving, people just got off work and were all walking home. Walking! A
novel concept! There is a large nuclear powerplant just a couple miles
away and car-dealerships lining the road.

Ill post some pictures of everything in the morning.