The Chinatown Syndrome

From the parking lot it looks like a strip mall, as drab and blockish as any shopping complex on the outskirts of any South African town. But walk through its LED-spangled doors, past handwritten signs reading “Woman help wanted”, and you realise you’re not in Cape Town any more. You’re in Chinatown. The name hasContinue reading “The Chinatown Syndrome”

Crouching Tiger, Obliterated Rhino

We all want to know what lies around the next bend, but nobody can read the future. Nobody, that is, except futurolog futuristologists futologistogist fut people who figure out likely scenarios using computer models, statistics, and industrial quantities of marijuana. In the final chapter of my 10% TOTALLY TRUE history book, The Unauthorised History ofContinue reading “Crouching Tiger, Obliterated Rhino”

Don’t touch me on my culture

Chinese people and the Voortrekker Monument. It’s not an association you’d usually make and yet, by all accounts, Chinese tourists are flocking there. There is some debate over why this is happening. Some attribute it to unimaginative tour operators eager to show visitors the world’s biggest wheelie bin. Others defend it as a destination, sayingContinue reading “Don’t touch me on my culture”