South Africa is a weird and wonderful place, with weird and wonderful people. Join MARELISE VAN DER MERWE as she journeys through this peculiar country, writing those stories that you wouldn’t find elsewhere. This is the first instalment.
It was always going to be a strange story.
The morning dawned, grey, ambiguous, the day after we had caught a rather dazed-looking small shark in one of the deep rock pools nearby and shown it to the children. The shark now hovered confusedly in the fishtank, waiting, like most of us I suppose, for liberty. There was one other carnivorous fish in the tank – a large, purple and yellow striped fellow with mean teeth. It and the crab periodically fought over the odd unfortunate snail that found its way into the water. Nemo was nowhere to be found. This was a mean fishtank. A tank for children with a taste for the ghoulish.
The thief came in the early hours of the morning, past the fishtank and up to the bedroom window. Fish make poor watchdogs so do birds, reptiles, tortoises – the animals we seem to have in abundance in this seaside town. When we woke up, the handbag…
Source : Daily Maverick