Heading out to Port Elizabeth

So, Ive been without electricity for the past few days. Living it up at hippy havens Port St Johns and the Kraal. They are far off the tourist trail, and its low season anyways, so Im pretty much by myself. Travelled about with a Dutch girl for a night or two, but not too lonely. I had the most amazing experience on a mini bus from Pt St Johns to the Kraal. I was forced to take local transport since the pothead driver forgot to pick us up at Tombo, which is a local Xhosa village which lies between the two. It was my first time in a local taxi, which is pretty much a dirty pickup, and everyone sits under the camper shell like sardines. And I mean like sardines. Ive never seen so many people fit into ont area in my life. I crushed ALL of my crackers. Anyways. When the car was empty, a group of women came on to sit next to us in traditional garb. They carried drums and sticks wrapped in rope, and were painted head to toe in white. I suppose its a cosmetic thing, but I know it signifies the growth into adulthood. They wore white sheets, and had white feathers tied around their head. I think they stared at us as much as we stared at them. Me and Sandra stand out a bit in an all black Xhosa town. Later, at the Kraal, I was sitting on the beach all by myself, and a group of six boys in similar outfits walked by me over the rocks. My archealogy teacher always told me that when you observe another culture, try to limit the activity to observation, and avoid taking or leaving anything. I didnt feel comfortable taking their picture, and making the generally tourist free life that they lead into Disneyland. They gave me a thumbs up as they passed, and then I took a picture as they walked away. Hey, I'm only human.