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And while all the hustle and bustle of South Africa was happening around us, wherever we went we met some Zimbos and wherever we met them, they were shopping inordinately.
Where South Africans were buying one pair of jeans in Jet and Edgars, the Zimbo in the queue had five.
Written by fungaijames on August 14th, 2008 with no comments.
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^ A Biker at Boogaloos Park, Pretoria, does a boogie in the sky. (more…)
Written by fungaijames on August 13th, 2008 with no comments.
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Menlyn Mall had me dropping my jaw to the floor. Shops upon shops upon shops upon more shops- and all this upon shops. (more…)
Written by fungaijames on August 12th, 2008 with no comments.
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I suppose wherever you go in the world there will be young people flexing to hip hop beats and giving their own energetic interpretations of Beyoncé, Chris Brown and Usher dance moves.
^ A young dancer does her thing at the Menlyn Arena, Pretoria (more…)
Written by fungaijames on August 11th, 2008 with no comments.
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Pretoria took my breath away. It is such a pretty place. It’s not an imposing metropolis like its neighbour Johannesburg and yet it tells a story just as powerful, just as intriguing- in it’s rolling streets and endless restaurants, in it’s hugeoungous shopping malls and its busy down town stalls.
^ Pictured at Muckleneuk Park in Pretoria. Can someone tell me if this is a crane or a stork? (more…)
Written by fungaijames on August 9th, 2008 with no comments.
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A friend of mine had a wedding in Nyanga on Friday last. Now, one of the first things I thought when I heard that the wedding would be in Nyanga was hey that’s a great way to limit the numbers. Have the wedding far away from Harare (Over 270 kilometres away!) and only those who really love you (close relatives & friends), those who feel obliged to be there (other close relatives and friends) and those who you pay to be there (photographers, decorators, planners, etc) will come. (more…)
Written by fungaijames on April 23rd, 2008 with no comments.
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According to the National Museums & Monuments of Zimbabwe “The Domboshava area is part of the Chinamora Igneous Complex. This formed over 2600 million years ago as a magma intrusion into the even more ancient greenstone rocks which underlie Harare…”
According to me: Domboshava is a beautiful place to witness a sunrise… (more…)
Written by fungaijames on February 17th, 2008 with no comments.
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And the unkown soldier watches over the silent hills listening out for instructions from the souls of heroes in the wind…
Written by fungaijames on February 14th, 2008 with no comments.
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I was still a kid when I first saw ice-skating on TV. From that time I wanted to try it out. Today, many years later I got the chance- and ended up skating on Norwegian National TV! A 15 minute bus trip from town, through two tunnels, and past lots of water took us to Loddefjord, a suburb in Bergen. There is a mall there called Vestkanten and one of its attractions is an ice skating rink.
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Written by fungaijames on January 18th, 2008 with no comments.
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Viking helmets had no horns. I promise I’ve heard that somewhere before but I refused to believe it. Arrrgghh! The agony. Killing all the romantic pictures of glorious horn-helmeted warriors that I had in my mind.
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Written by fungaijames on December 27th, 2007 with no comments.
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