Your travels will have you be witness to things you can’t explain or understand. Whether it’s a parade or local ceremony in a different language, you have to turn to somebody and sheepishly ask, “What’s all this?”
On my Monday in Cape Town, I stumped upon a group of protesters singing and marching down Caledon Street. It’s not far from the District Six Museum and Castle of Good Hope.
From what I could gather from the local news, this march was in solidarity with the non-violent student protests going in Pretoria. The government was raising tuition fees for universities. For the time being, the student’s voices were heard and the hikes were stopped. It was the largest mass protest in the country since the Soweto Uprising in 1976.
Days before, Cape Town police fired tear gas at a group of protestors at the Parliament building. From The Guardian: Police repeatedly attempted to disperse the students from the steps of the national assembly, with limited success, as the protesters tried to stage a sit-in to disrupt a mid-term budget speech being delivered by the finance minister, Nhlanhla Nene.
On the opposite end, I walked out of my hotel one morning to be greeted by young kids singing and dancing.