Still a moving

Off to Bulawayo now, day school, yeah, new school, new friends, new surroundings, nice place Bulawayo, it was a really modern city, but can't remember anything significant about that time apart from running away from home, me and my next door neighbour, school mate decided we were gonna run away from home as life s**ked. so we packed our bags, walked about ten miles out to the local drive-in, watched a movie then huddled up to the burger shack for warmth. next day we started hitching on the pretence that we were raising money for a charity, two fourteen year old's hitching through war torn Rhodesia wanting to get to the coast so we could get a job on a boat in South Africa, one thing in the way, Beit Bridge on the border, we acutely got there, had some scares on the way, car broke down in the bush so had to take cover in the bush till repaired. when we got to the border we were being splashed all over the news so the police were waiting for us, i think walking down to the crock infested river and getting chased by the army was a dead give away. did we get it! was quite famous too, quite cool in a weird way.

Traveling Time

Father got itchy feet so left Jo'Burg and headed south, ended up in Port Elizabeth for a spell, not long enough to go to school, didn't complain, then back in car to the Natal, Durban, still out of school and enjoying life living in hotels, then due to the humid climate astma paid me a visit, nearly died and we were told to head for warmer climates so back in the car, all the way to Rhodesia as it was then called, Salisbury first then we started the mining rounds, that ment boarding shool for me, what a shocker, a controled invioment where we did what were told or punishment was quick to follow, getting up to weed the cricket pitch was not my idea of a good time but at least the climate was better for my health. I would look forward to the summer breaks so that we were driven the hundreds of k's to where my father was working where the sun was very much enjoyed.