Classes this morning were pretty uneventful. The night was a lot of fun though. Apparently, “Trolly Races” are a big deal here. You get shopping carts, cover them in paper, put some random person in them, and have races around a track field – trying not to kill the person in the cart. To make things more interesting, people were drinking “Yakka” which is an illegal drink in the US. I definitely did not try any, but everyone who did the Trolly Races had some (this is a school sponsored event, btw). That made it very amusing to watch, however.
After the races were done, and our team won (“Team America: Obama’s Mama”), we headed to “The Stagecoach” to meet up with our friends Pulami and Sipho. Everything went fine there – but the walk home was a different story.
It was about 1am, when we were crossing the road to Malherbe. Suddenly, a guy came whizzing down the road on his bike. As he approached the intersection, a car happened to be coming from the opposite direction, and the two of them collided. All I remember is hearing a loud crashing sound, and seeing the guy on the bike roll up over the hood and then onto the pavement, and then the guy in the car speeding off. Before we could run over and see if the guy on the bike was okay, the car that had hit him went speeding into reverse back towards the guy. The man in the car (with a bottle of whiskey in hand) jumped out, grabbed the guy in the road, threw him in his car, and sped off again. I wanted to call the cops, but Sipho said they wouldn’t do anything about it. Right now though, I’m just praying that the guy on the bike was able to get help. I think I might call the hospital tomorrow, but I really don’t know what else I can do.
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