Walking 'round Joburg is a much different experience when compared to Cape Town (unless you consult Michelle Obama and count Woodstock as part of Down Town). The streets and walls scream back at you with the angst, love and lament of this truly African city. Like New York in the 70s and 80s, Jozi gets a bad rap as a city overwhelmed by violent crime that is lurking around every corner like a sinister devil twisting and curling his 'stache as he licks his chops before an imminent kill. Contrary to this survival of the fittest image, one cannot claim they understand or have experienced South Africa without spending a considerable amount of time interacting with the people here. The pulse of this country resides here and to gain an understanding all you have to do is talk to the people. The 'hustle and flow' of taking care of respective bizness is consistently misstaken for a sense of hostility and indifference to your neighbor, but even the sections of the city that are notorious for crime are filled with people just struggling to get by. Stopping to talk to someone rewards you with a lengthy history lesson, lots of insider info and a kindness that is simply not available in a European-style city like Cape Town. Getting sucked back into the flow up here after a few weeks down in CT, and it is clear that this is my kind of town where nearly everyone you meet 'round a garbage can bonfire at an impromptu house party could rock out as an advanced Poli Sci professor on any major campus in the West. In fact, Jozi further clarifies that the true scholars are the ones living the struggle as opposed to the ones who have spent a decade reading and writing about it. More to follow, but here's a little something to wet your whistle.