Ponte City: Prison or Funky Pad
In 1995 I moved to Johannesburg. Hailing from the Frozen North it was quite an eye opener, from a climate and life experience point of view. Not for the faint hearted I certainly don’t regret living there, but it was a frightening place to be. Burglar bars on doors and windows, armed response at the … Continue reading “Ponte City: Prison or Funky Pad”