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The Mexican Chronicles – Nine

After chow we got on the vehicles on top of all the kit. The driver and his mate were armed with AKs. We went sightseeing, saw a sign that said Restaurante and decided to go get something to drink. The restaurant was closed. It was a small building with quite a few bullet holes in the walls. Some of the windows were boarded up. Glass windows were rare in Angola. Their vegetation was sparse consisted mostly of the thick-leafed type of plant you find along wind-swept coasts. Just past the building was a huge sandstone cliff with the ocean crashing down below. It was like a scene from a movie. We had no time to get down to the beach. On the way back we saw some small informal markets; at that time there were none of these back in South Africa. They looked precisely the same as the ones you now find in the New South Africa: terrible. Sticks held together with string or strips of plastic, and roofs made of rusty pieces of tin. Raw chunks of meat hung from wire attached to the roof, alongside dried salted fish. I had never seen dried fish of this size before, only the tiny kapenta fish in Zimbabwe, but the smell and the flies made the idea of eating any of this lot somewhat repulsive. The fish had been cleaned next to the stall and a few months’ worth of innards just lay there rotting in the sun. This was our first glimpse of how unhygienic this country was. Our delicate city noses could not take much of this and we did not linger very long. We had been told a vehicle would take us to the training camp later in the afternoon, so we headed back to the airbase. It turned out that it was the same vehicle we were on and the kit underneath us was actually for us.

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The Mexican Chronicles – Nine

After chow we got on the vehicles on top of all the kit. The driver and his mate were armed with AKs. We went sightseeing, saw a sign that said Restaurante and decided to go get something to drink. The restaurant was closed. It was a small building with quite a few bullet holes in the walls. Some of the windows were boarded up. Glass windows were rare in Angola. Their vegetation was sparse consisted mostly of the thick-leafed type of plant you find along wind-swept coasts. Just past the building was a huge sandstone cliff with the ocean crashing down below. It was like a scene from a movie. We had no time to get down to the beach. On the way back we saw some small informal markets; at that time there were none of these back in South Africa. They looked precisely the same as the ones you now find in the New South Africa: terrible. Sticks held together with string or strips of plastic, and roofs made of rusty pieces of tin. Raw chunks of meat hung from wire attached to the roof, alongside dried salted fish. I had never seen dried fish of this size before, only the tiny kapenta fish in Zimbabwe, but the smell and the flies made the idea of eating any of this lot somewhat repulsive. The fish had been cleaned next to the stall and a few months’ worth of innards just lay there rotting in the sun. This was our first glimpse of how unhygienic this country was. Our delicate city noses could not take much of this and we did not linger very long. We had been told a vehicle would take us to the training camp later in the afternoon, so we headed back to the airbase. It turned out that it was the same vehicle we were on and the kit underneath us was actually for us.

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The Mexican Chronicles – Nine

After chow we got on the vehicles on top of all the kit. The driver and his mate were armed with AKs. We went sightseeing, saw a sign that said Restaurante and decided to go get something to drink. The restaurant was closed. It was a small building with quite a few bullet holes in the walls. Some of the windows were boarded up. Glass windows were rare in Angola. Their vegetation was sparse consisted mostly of the thick-leafed type of plant you find along wind-swept coasts. Just past the building was a huge sandstone cliff with the ocean crashing down below. It was like a scene from a movie. We had no time to get down to the beach. On the way back we saw some small informal markets; at that time there were none of these back in South Africa. They looked precisely the same as the ones you now find in the New South Africa: terrible. Sticks held together with string or strips of plastic, and roofs made of rusty pieces of tin. Raw chunks of meat hung from wire attached to the roof, alongside dried salted fish. I had never seen dried fish of this size before, only the tiny kapenta fish in Zimbabwe, but the smell and the flies made the idea of eating any of this lot somewhat repulsive. The fish had been cleaned next to the stall and a few months’ worth of innards just lay there rotting in the sun. This was our first glimpse of how unhygienic this country was. Our delicate city noses could not take much of this and we did not linger very long. We had been told a vehicle would take us to the training camp later in the afternoon, so we headed back to the airbase. It turned out that it was the same vehicle we were on and the kit underneath us was actually for us.

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The Mexican Chronicles – Nine

After chow we got on the vehicles on top of all the kit. The driver and his mate were armed with AKs. We went sightseeing, saw a sign that said Restaurante and decided to go get something to drink. The restaurant was closed. It was a small building with quite a few bullet holes in the walls. Some of the windows were boarded up. Glass windows were rare in Angola. Their vegetation was sparse consisted mostly of the thick-leafed type of plant you find along wind-swept coasts. Just past the building was a huge sandstone cliff with the ocean crashing down below. It was like a scene from a movie. We had no time to get down to the beach. On the way back we saw some small informal markets; at that time there were none of these back in South Africa. They looked precisely the same as the ones you now find in the New South Africa: terrible. Sticks held together with string or strips of plastic, and roofs made of rusty pieces of tin. Raw chunks of meat hung from wire attached to the roof, alongside dried salted fish. I had never seen dried fish of this size before, only the tiny kapenta fish in Zimbabwe, but the smell and the flies made the idea of eating any of this lot somewhat repulsive. The fish had been cleaned next to the stall and a few months’ worth of innards just lay there rotting in the sun. This was our first glimpse of how unhygienic this country was. Our delicate city noses could not take much of this and we did not linger very long. We had been told a vehicle would take us to the training camp later in the afternoon, so we headed back to the airbase. It turned out that it was the same vehicle we were on and the kit underneath us was actually for us.

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The Mexican Chronicles – Nine

After chow we got on the vehicles on top of all the kit. The driver and his mate were armed with AKs. We went sightseeing, saw a sign that said Restaurante and decided to go get something to drink. The restaurant was closed. It was a small building with quite a few bullet holes in the walls. Some of the windows were boarded up. Glass windows were rare in Angola. Their vegetation was sparse consisted mostly of the thick-leafed type of plant you find along wind-swept coasts. Just past the building was a huge sandstone cliff with the ocean crashing down below. It was like a scene from a movie. We had no time to get down to the beach. On the way back we saw some small informal markets; at that time there were none of these back in South Africa. They looked precisely the same as the ones you now find in the New South Africa: terrible. Sticks held together with string or strips of plastic, and roofs made of rusty pieces of tin. Raw chunks of meat hung from wire attached to the roof, alongside dried salted fish. I had never seen dried fish of this size before, only the tiny kapenta fish in Zimbabwe, but the smell and the flies made the idea of eating any of this lot somewhat repulsive. The fish had been cleaned next to the stall and a few months’ worth of innards just lay there rotting in the sun. This was our first glimpse of how unhygienic this country was. Our delicate city noses could not take much of this and we did not linger very long. We had been told a vehicle would take us to the training camp later in the afternoon, so we headed back to the airbase. It turned out that it was the same vehicle we were on and the kit underneath us was actually for us.

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The Mexican Chronicles – Eight

We had instructions not to drink the water out of the taps; after my stint in the SADF I could not believe how dirty the showers and toilets were, and would not have wanted to drink from those taps anyway. Having been a civilian for the past 10 years had made me squeamish. I would soon be cured! We found a storeroom ourselves, with 5-litre bottles of water with Portuguese labels. As I have mentioned, no-one went out of their way to be helpful. The military being what it is, everyone has to have an image; perhaps this is to fool oneself about how dangerous the situation really is. We got a decent chow and a few beers at about 3 o’clock. Up till then it was warm bottled water. We were lent plates and pikstels but the kak-sleg store-man wanted them back.

Later when I went on my first Pass, flew out of Caba Ledo, and it then looked like an old SADF camp. Clean!

Pikstel is a set , knife, fork , spoon. Kak-sleg is Shit- bad.

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The Mexican Chronicles – Eight

We had instructions not to drink the water out of the taps; after my stint in the SADF I could not believe how dirty the showers and toilets were, and would not have wanted to drink from those taps anyway. Having been a civilian for the past 10 years had made me squeamish. I would soon be cured! We found a storeroom ourselves, with 5-litre bottles of water with Portuguese labels. As I have mentioned, no-one went out of their way to be helpful. The military being what it is, everyone has to have an image; perhaps this is to fool oneself about how dangerous the situation really is. We got a decent chow and a few beers at about 3 o’clock. Up till then it was warm bottled water. We were lent plates and pikstels but the kak-sleg store-man wanted them back.

Later when I went on my first Pass, flew out of Caba Ledo, and it then looked like an old SADF camp. Clean!

Pikstel is a set , knife, fork , spoon. Kak-sleg is Shit- bad.

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The Mexican Chronicles – Eight

We had instructions not to drink the water out of the taps; after my stint in the SADF I could not believe how dirty the showers and toilets were, and would not have wanted to drink from those taps anyway. Having been a civilian for the past 10 years had made me squeamish. I would soon be cured! We found a storeroom ourselves, with 5-litre bottles of water with Portuguese labels. As I have mentioned, no-one went out of their way to be helpful. The military being what it is, everyone has to have an image; perhaps this is to fool oneself about how dangerous the situation really is. We got a decent chow and a few beers at about 3 o’clock. Up till then it was warm bottled water. We were lent plates and pikstels but the kak-sleg store-man wanted them back.

Later when I went on my first Pass, flew out of Caba Ledo, and it then looked like an old SADF camp. Clean!

Pikstel is a set , knife, fork , spoon. Kak-sleg is Shit- bad.

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The Mexican Chronicles – Eight

We had instructions not to drink the water out of the taps; after my stint in the SADF I could not believe how dirty the showers and toilets were, and would not have wanted to drink from those taps anyway. Having been a civilian for the past 10 years had made me squeamish. I would soon be cured! We found a storeroom ourselves, with 5-litre bottles of water with Portuguese labels. As I have mentioned, no-one went out of their way to be helpful. The military being what it is, everyone has to have an image; perhaps this is to fool oneself about how dangerous the situation really is. We got a decent chow and a few beers at about 3 o’clock. Up till then it was warm bottled water. We were lent plates and pikstels but the kak-sleg store-man wanted them back.

Later when I went on my first Pass, flew out of Caba Ledo, and it then looked like an old SADF camp. Clean!

Pikstel is a set , knife, fork , spoon. Kak-sleg is Shit- bad.

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The Mexican Chronicles – Eight

We had instructions not to drink the water out of the taps; after my stint in the SADF I could not believe how dirty the showers and toilets were, and would not have wanted to drink from those taps anyway. Having been a civilian for the past 10 years had made me squeamish. I would soon be cured! We found a storeroom ourselves, with 5-litre bottles of water with Portuguese labels. As I have mentioned, no-one went out of their way to be helpful. The military being what it is, everyone has to have an image; perhaps this is to fool oneself about how dangerous the situation really is. We got a decent chow and a few beers at about 3 o’clock. Up till then it was warm bottled water. We were lent plates and pikstels but the kak-sleg store-man wanted them back.

Later when I went on my first Pass, flew out of Caba Ledo, and it then looked like an old SADF camp. Clean!

Pikstel is a set , knife, fork , spoon. Kak-sleg is Shit- bad.

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