The Red Light District

This past Monday I did something I should never have done - gone out with a veteran photojournalist who can't go more than 5 minutes without talking about how he's going to quit tomorrow. Not because guys like this are boring, but because they're crazy and don't care anymore - and that's dangerous. After going out for one drink with him, it quickly turned into more than I would have liked. That's when the night got interesting. Without me knowing where we were going, he took me into what I thought was a bar but turned out to be what is universally regarded as one of the worst strip clubs here in Cape Town, known as the Cage. It's basically a whore house that fronts as a beyond awful strip club. Wanting to leave, I burst out the door to find myself on a deserted dark street in a section of town I've never been in - Cape Town's Red Light District. I had no choice but to go back in and watch the guy, along with a buddy of his, go after girls for the next 45 minutes. All the while he kept telling me, "I love the black girls." Fantastic, and this guy has a 10 year-old daughter. To say it was not fun would be a mild understatement. This is last time I ever go out with anyone from work again.

Dutch Nasty's Big Story

Dutch Nasty got himself one hell of a story in the Thursday Argus. Took up the entire upper fold of the paper. He was the first person to actually talk to that guy whose face you can't see in this unfortunately crappy image. This guy is a professor at the University of Cape Town who left his baby kid in a car and the kid got cooked to death. Unbelievable. Great job though Dutch. Medill has now had students on both the front page of the Times and the Argus. We run this town.

Skype-tastic

Yes, I have discovered Skype. It is amazing. I called California for 2 hours last weekend and the cost to me was $0. Can't beat that. To anyone else with Skype, here's my name Skype username: firstname.lastname

Viva free calling!