I got into SA without a VISA. I so did! Just like that. It’s like a freedom that I ought not to be excited about- like the freedom to breathe and go to the toilet and eat the burger that I have just eaten so that I can exercise the former freedom- but I celebrate anyway because it it’s like lung that has been inflated to enable air to become breath, a mouth that has been unplugged to allow me to eat, an orifice in my nether regions that has burst open so that I can make room for more…
Written by fungaijames on May 6th, 2009 with no comments.
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The man next to me has not finished his lunch. I am thinking what a waste. I am still hungry. The woman next to him has not done much justice to her food either. Agony. I look away and take in the awesome palatial masses of white vapour around me. They rise majestically out of nothing into each other and go on and on and on- Deathly still as if plotting silently, the thunderstorm of the century. (more…)
Written by fungaijames on May 6th, 2009 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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Aeroplane De-icing at Amsterdam Airport
Amsterdam the next morning was cold. The ground was an endless white that promised to totally frost-bitefy me when I stepped out. Thank goodness it didn’t get a chance to keep that promise. The warmth of the airport terminal kept me away from its icy tentacles.
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Written by fungaijames on December 22nd, 2007 with no comments.
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The first thing that struck me about London was that not only do the fabled red double-decker buses exist, they do so in an unnerving abundance. There is one round every corner it seems.
Next, I was awed by the number of tourists there. It had never struck me that London was a prime tourist destination. Touring the British museum, I must have heard a language from every continent. There were large groups of Asian tourists staring awesomely at the huge statue of Buddha, Scandinavian couples gaping dumbfounded at the remnants of Egyptian mummies, American students marvelling at the sheer scope of ancient Greek Civilisation and me- wondering if there were any Londoners in London.
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Written by fungaijames on July 30th, 2005 with no comments.
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Holyrood Park was amazing. We went up one of the mountains and at the top the wind was so strong it was like it would blow you away.
Written by fungaijames on April 20th, 2005 with no comments.
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Unofungei? Unoitei? I capture the stories that often escape the lenses of big media. I record the life of a pregnant nation. This is a door into the country that I love. These are my thoughts. These are my memories... 
