I rode a Public Taxi from the Carlton Centre in Joburg, going back to my backpacker lodge. The “mini-bus” is a combi, it’s the equivalent of an FX or a jeep in the Philippines. I took the front seat.
It was an old rundown Combi, second-hand and imported from Japan. I had to slam the door to get the rusty door to close. When the taxi stopped to pick-up a passenger, the door right beside me opened and threatened to flatten the face of the pedestrian on the road. I was quick to grab the door and pull it back in time. Whew!
Then the driver told me: “You must know kung-fu!” gesturing a karate chop with both his hands.
I said: “No, I don’t.”
Driver: “You are a liar! I know all Chinese can do kung-fu!”
I whispered: “I am not Chinese. I am a Filipino from the Philippines.”
Tomorrow: Napagkamalan II - Chinese Chinese
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