If you haven't been living in South Africa ever, you will never understand the different people living here. And the most colouful and irrisponsible of all the different groups are the coloured people, who had as forefathers some of the old Dutch, Scottish, English, German and other Caucasians  that came over here for a new life in 1652, and most without wives, they took some of the Koi girls as wives!  Well, 1652 is when the Dutch came, the others came later, but they are the reason for our coloured group.
yesterday I had to go to george for some provisions, and after the hundred and forty km drive, I desperately needed a toilet, so I stopped at a small square where I have long ago used the public toilets, and they were always nice and clean.
This morning however, What met my eyes at entering, made them pop a wee bit, as at the only remaining handbasin, the other two having seen better days some time ago, with a huge crack in the one, and no taps on the other, was being used by the strangest creature, who was so vigorously brushing his or her teeth, that the toothpaste flew across the place in sticky drops. It was a cross dressing man, dressed all in ladies clothes, and he must have been a traveller or something like that, maybe homeless, for next to him was a weathered sportsbag, with a long black wig draped over it, ready I suppose to put on after he or she had done her ablution.
All the toilets were taken, and I stood just outside the door to evade the flying toothpaste, but the toilets stayed closed, no sound coming out of there. The cross dresser had enough, I think he was tired of me standing outside, and started shouting abuse at the women in the toilets, and suddenly they appeared to have voices, and the battle of the words that now followed was indeed enlightening! I will not repeat that, as it is quite bad, but still quite entertaining. I decided to leave and drive to the mall with my by now aching bladder, but mr Gay had no intention it seemed to allow anyone to do me out of a pee, and he ordered the young girl standing outside smoking, and who seemed to be the the caretaker, to unlock a door which had a huge yale lock keeping its contents safe. She at first refused, but my do gooder was intent not to let me go without using a toilet. I told her not to worry, and started to leave, but she suddenly decided to open that door for me.
When I came out, and wanted to wash my hands, I saw with horror that my friend was washing some aalso weathered

underpants in the only basin, and he looked at me, and told me that a "girl must be clean, don't you think?" But he was by now intent on doing the right thing by me, so he opened the tap, and told me to wash quickly. I very gingerly held my hands under the running tap, and quickly rinsed them.
I was giggling for a long time after that, but also sad and have quite a warm feeling for that poor misguided human, who took up battle for me!

I just love the animals that eat their way around the village!