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The mode of transportation that I most commonly use here is
the public taxi, also called a kombi. These taxis can hold 12-15 passengers,
and are the often the most convenient and cost-effective way to travel to
shopping towns and other villages in the area.
In the village one can signal for the taxi to stop by pointing the
direction he or she wishes to go, if there is room on the taxi and it is going
the direction indicated it will stop to allow the passenger to board. In the shopping towns there is a taxi rank in
which the passenger will look for the taxi that is going to his or her desired
village. The public taxis have become
one of my teachers during my time in South Africa. Following are a few of the lessons I have
learned so far.
The most important lesson taught by this transportation mode
is patience. The taxi will not leave the
rank until it is completely full, which can take some time. During training several volunteers and I
waited for a taxi to fill for two-and-a-half hours in the taxi rank. We didn’t
dare leave the taxi during this wait, as once the taxi is full it quickly leaves. Luckily we were waiting in a
bigger city, so vendors were selling small luxury items such as grapes and
plums. Not only is there a wait for the
taxi to fill, but often there are frequent stops to let passengers on and
off. Basically, being in a hurry and
having any type of control over the situation go out the window when travelling
this way.
Another important lesson is not to carry too much
baggage. Passengers on the taxi are
forced to sit very closely with limited leg room. Whatever you bring with you must fit
under the seat in front of you, under your legs, or on your lap. Carrying items on laps can be extremely
uncomfortable during the summer, when the heat and humidity make the taxi feel
like a mobile sauna. This makes grocery
shopping super fun, taking into consideration how heavy your items are and how
much you can fit in one reusable bag while filling your shopping cart.
A third lesson is to know how to politely refuse marriage
proposals. For some reason there is
almost always at least one man at the taxi rank who suggests that he and I
should get married. I have a fairly low
tolerance for such behavior, but I dare not risk upsetting someone who holds
the power to throw me off of the taxi (no way I am walking home!). I find that pretending I don’t understand
what is being said is a pretty effective way to discourage, while not offending,
the would-be paramours.
A really big fourth lesson is if there is a seat near a
window, grab it! Even in the summer many
passengers do not like to have the windows of the taxi open. I have heard some say that it is because many
believe that they can catch tuberculosis or the flu through open windows. During the winter months closed windows
aren’t so bad, but in the summer it is unbearable! Imagine being squished between two people
with a lap full of groceries and absolutely no air coming in for forty five
minutes…you exit the taxi soaked in sweat!
A fifth lesson that I learned just last week is to not sit
in the front seat. That extra leg room
is certainly enticing, but sometimes it is better not to know what is happening
on the road. I had the misfortune of a
front row seat when a bakkie (pick-up truck) in front of the taxi I was riding
hit a dog. I was a little traumatized,
and possibly made a sympathetic sound.
The death of animals does not seem to have the same effect on people
here that it does on people in the United States, and I definitely received
some strange looks in response to my reaction.
Since you have no control anyway, better to ride toward the back of the
taxi and stay blissfully ignorant to what is happening on the road in front of
you.
These lessons are just a few of the lessons that I have
learned while using the public taxis. I
found them overwhelming and confusing at first, but am becoming increasingly
more comfortable using this system for my transportation needs. It can almost be a fun way to travel…as long
as you aren’t going too far!
Wow, Shauna, I value your updates. Makes me consider how easy we have it and how I should never complain--about anything! A side benefit to your adventures is letting us travel with you and learn with you. Thanks for persevering and educating us to realities so different from our own experience.
ReplyDeleteWow, Shauna, you really hit the nail on the head. That is an excellent, fully detailed description of the South African combi taxi experience. [Except no marriage proposals in my case.]
ReplyDeleteI guess I gradually got so used to how one travels on these taxis that it never sank in just how weird it is, so I never bothered to describe it to my family and friends back home. Do I have your permission to shamelessly plagiarize some of your description for my next South Africa journal installment?
Jonathan
Plagiarize away! Just trying to meet goal three : )
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