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Alexandra Photowalk

On  14 January 2012 I joined in the photowalk in Alexandra which was held by the Johannesburg Photowalkers. There were 2 major concerns: safety being one, and weather being the other. Originally we were going to meet in Wynburg and then convoy through to the Alexandra Heritage Center and walk from there, but as usual plans get changed and we ended up walking from our parking in 4th Street into Alex itself. I had last been in this area when I worked at Jensens in 1998 and Wynburg was familiar territory, but not the way I remembered it. I am not in a position to explore the history of Alex, because I do not know it, Alex is one of those places that is heard about, but never visited. My first real excursion was when I visited the West Bank Cemetery last year, and that was enough to tickle my interest.

The first major landmark is the bridge over “Pretoria Main Road” which is one of the major crossing points into the area. It’s a confusing intersection at best, but it’s made even worse by hordes of hooters with taxis attached. 

Pretoria Main Road looking North from Rautenbach/Watt Ave bridge

Pretoria Main Road looking North from Rautenbach/Watt Ave bridge

From there its a short walk to the Pan Africa Shopping Centre where the sheer size of our party became evident as we seem to loose parts of it at the centre. No doubt purchases were made. This is also a major intersection for taxis and we spent quite a bit of time with the locals who were amazed at this crowd of  camera bearing people who had descended on their lives. The noise level was high, with hooters, a taxi marshal and hordes of people all having their say together. It was the sort of frenetic buzz I had last heard in Hong Kong in 2010.
Our next destination was the Catholic Church which was on the corner of 1st Ave and Reverend Sam Buti Streets. Its a small haven of peace on this crazy corner. The first church was erected at that site in 1919, and there is a founders stone dated September 1930 on the church. 
From there we headed South on 2nd Ave which had a distinct residential and tavernish feel about it. Concrete pylons were evidence of electricity in the area, and the streets, while pavements were run down and sometimes very littered, but people did not withdraw from us, rather they stared at amazement and seemed to enjoy the attention that had suddenly descended on them. Children were always amongst the first to come forward and the photographers were having a lot of fun. Our destination here was Holy Cross School which, like the Church, is an Alexandra Heritage Site. 
It’s difficult to describe the building, it is old, it has a distinctly cheaply built look about it, but it exudes charm and history. It’s the sort of place that would do well in a Spaghetti Western, although it is in reality a centre of learning. It also houses the Alex FM 89.1 Radio Station.  
I was able to see into quite a few classrooms, and I was left curious about what attending a class in this place was like, or, giving even teaching class at this school. 
 Our next port of call was the “Alexandra Health Community Committee” building at 95 2nd Ave. It is an Alexandra Heritage Site, and carries the date 1916 on the facade. 
The building is next to an open area that was abuzz with activity too. And we spent some time here, just watching the people pass by.  A passing goat also attracted much attention as did hordes of toddlers who posed for pics. 
 Also in 2nd Ave is the yet another Alex Heritage Site; The Alexandra Beer Hall, and we could imagine the goings on here at night!  
 It was around about here that I really gave up on trying to work out where I was in this labyrinth of streets as we turned down one street and headed into another. 
I will be honest, I did not know what to expect when I came on this tour originally, but it was a fascinating place, with established houses, shacks, tiny yards, narrow streets, cars, people and everything in between. I saw more people in one block than I see in a week where I live. I don’t know how much privacy there is in a community like this, but I do know one thing, smiles abounded. 

 Kings Cinema on the corner of 2nd Ave, was established in the 1950’s and reminded me a lot of the old movie houses of my youth in Mayfair.

At this point it felt like we changed gear. The weather had already started turning, and we had a long way to go as we were about to head east, down towards the Women’s Hostel and deeper into Alex.  As was explained, the problem is that when a woman has a son, he is only allowed to stay with his mother till he is 13 and then he has to leave, invariably joining in the mass of shacks that have grown up around this soulless building.   

The shack area is huge, as is the hostel, and the surrounding environment is very run down and in serious need of a cleanup.  I have no idea how people are able to navigate this maze of shacks, but evidently they do.   

Clearing the hostel area we were then in a residential area, but heading towards the Alexandra Heritage Centre. I would hate to be lost here because finding your way out would be very difficult, but, I am sure that if you asked, somebody would help.  
Close to the Heritage Centre is the place that would play an important part in Nelson Mandela’s past. The Anglican Church is where he ended up when he left home, living in the rectory for a time.  
  And, next to the church is where he lived in a room in the yard of Mr Xhoma.  
The "Mandela Yard"

The “Mandela Yard”

The weather by now was ready to turn really nasty and we all headed off to the Heritage Centre where we prepared to be taxied away to our vehicles in Wynburg. We had covered a small part of Alex, had seen only a few of the many Heritage Sites, and had a small glimpse into the lives of the vast amount of people that make up our country. I suspect they only see tourists, because it is rare that those who live in the rarefied  air of Sandton ever venture this far.  I hope though that another tour will happen in Alex, I am reserving my seat that’s for sure.
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Finally, thanks must go to the Johannesburg Photowalkers, and the Alexandra Renewal Project  for this opportunity. And, to the people of Alexandra for their friendliness, patience and acceptance of our invasion of their lives. 
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CWGC graves in Edenvale and Alex

Twas the week before Christmas and graves had to be found. On my schedule were Edenvale Old Town Cemetery and Edenvale New Cemetery as well as Alexandra. I wanted to do a recce at Alex because this was another of those major unknowns. Edenvale is easy, although the roads in Edenvale are really ridiculous with all their gated areas. I found the grave I was after easily enough and then headed for the old cemetery which is close to the Modderfontein offramp.
The unofficial resident grave carer in Edenvale said that this was originally a big cemetery, but they ploughed part of it under to build an old age home. I was a bit sceptical though, but she says that some of the marble grave surrounds were used to demarcate flower beds and some graves were in flower beds. The entrance is in 8th ave, although there is a locked gate in Van Riebeeck Ave. The graves all seemed to be from the 30’s and 40’s with some of my favourite slate stones. And, she was right, I did find marble kerbs and graves in some of the flower beds.
I do not know how true her story is about graves being ploughed under, but there is enough evidence that something did happen here. I found very old stones leaning against the wall, and there were those marble kerbs all down the one side, where else could they have come from?
I guess though it is one of those stories that cannot really be confirmed without access to official records. The cem is a pretty one, not too large and reasonably well looked after with a good spread of graves. There is one CWGC grave here, as well as two soldiers mentioned on private memorials. 
Overall though it is a nice little cemetery, and not too well known either which does make a visit enjoyable. 
Then it was off to Alexandra Cemetery.
I will be honest, I had no idea what I would find. Google Earth gave me some idea, but what you find on the ground is not always what can be seen on GE. The biggest concern was safety, so I was prepared to do a quick recce and if need be return with a companion at a later date. The cemetery where I ended up had a gate at Pansy Street off Zinnia Rd, and had a sign that read “New Alexandra Cemetery. General Section”.
My map however hinted at Alexandra West Bank Cem. The security guard was confident that the cem was safe and I headed inside. It was obvious though that section did not correspond with my map and I headed out again, using co-ordinates that were on the map. The problem with finding a cemetery blind like this is the GPS may be taking you to the co-ordinates, unfortunately you may have to drive through somebody’s living room to get there! This happened to me. The area I wanted to access was blocked off by a fenced off housing project, and the gate guard did not know how I could reach the area outside of going back the way I came, so I was forced to turn around and back I went. 
I left my car at the end of the internal road and walked. My first grave was alongside a wall, and there was only 1 wall in sight so I followed it. The wall became a fence, which was what my map showed, and at that juncture was the grave. That grave was all the orientation I needed and I was quickly able to find the other 5. The irony is, there is an entrance to this West Bank area in Setswela Road. The last graves I was after were almost on this road, and I rued the fact that I still had to slog back to my car which was now almost a kilo away. Uphill. In the heat. With a sore leg. 
Mission accomplished. These six were the last CWGC graves for the year as far as I was concerned. I had managed to tackle quite a few of the smaller cems with single graves in them. This was hopefully the last. As for Alexandra West bank and New Alexandra General Section: its difficult to really describe a cemetery like this. It’s big and sprawling and the stones are sparse in places. But there are grave markers so if you have a number it could be easy to find a grave, assuming you know the layout of the cemetery. Safety?  The General Section did have gates and it seemed reasonably safe, the gate guard said there weren’t any problems.
West Bank towards the entrance may be problematic though, but generally the people I met were friendly if somewhat puzzled.  It could be that the cemetery is quiet because of the holiday season. The area inside the cemetery where I walked was clean, the grass was cut and generally maintenance was very good. There were not a lot of toppled stones either. It would be interesting to know who is buried here, I did find 22 graves from the former Rietfontein 433 Farm, and that was interesting in itself. 
Alexandra is done. And a  mighty space it was.  
A postscript.
In January 2012 I participated in a photowalk in Alexandra which was held by the Johannesburg Photowalkers. I was a very interesting experience, and there is an associated blogpost for it.
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The Gautrain and Pretoria. 22-09-2011

Better late than never. On 22 September I had to go to Sandton. Everybody knows I hate going to Sandton. That traffic drives me completely and utterly insane. However, nowadays you can drop your car in Marlboro, and then catch the Gautrain to Sandton. I decided on this option, although a slight deviation via Pretoria would be made after my appointment. Twas supposedly car free day too, but the traffic, once again, was standing on the highway.

The Gautrain at Marlboro

By 11.30 I was heading to Pretoria from Sandton. I had already done the Rhodesfield trip before so wasn’t really a stranger to our own HST. It’s all slick and polished and a tad uneventful hurtling along at 160kph. I had been lucky enough to ride the Pendolino in the UK and that was amazing because of the traction motor noise. Gautrain is quieter.  In spite of all this the trip went smoothly, infinitely better than trying to dodge mad taxis on the highways and byways.

I had no real plan for Pretoria, in fact the original intention was to ride to Hatfield and then come back, but once we hit PTA I decided to head out to Church Square and check out the statues and buildings.  
Pretoria Station in itself is a piece of history, my last journey through here had been in 1981 when I was in the army. Today it has changed considerably, gone are the railway coaches and steam engine, replaced by security and unfamiliar signage. Its still a pretty building though, and well worth seeing on its own.

Stitched image of PTA Station

I passed the old Victoria Hotel, which looks so out of place. Its a wonderful old structure though, and was supposedly completed in 1895. 
Continuing up Paul Kruger Street, I came to Pretorius Square with its 3 statues and town hall building that is a magnificent edifice all on its own. A beautiful statue of Chief Tshwane fronts it today, and that gives it an almost ironic feel.

Church Square did not disappoint. Its a beautiful space, surrounded by historic buildings, trees, and dominated by Oom Paul and his 4 sentries. Sammy Marks probably would have approved at what his creation looks like, however whether Oom Paul would is another story. Paul Kruger seems to have found some sort of tacit acceptance amongst those who now use this space.  At any rate, the pigeons still enjoy visiting his hat. 

Church Square looking towards Paul Kruger

The Palace of Justice

The Old Raadsaal building

When it comes to magnificent buildings I don’t think you get any better than the Old Raadsaal building or the Palace of Justice. They are absolutely beautiful, and definitely make the square. Of course there are other buildings there that are as stately and from another age, but those two just crown them all. 

Then it was time to head off home, my mission accomplished. Looking back though, I should have explored the east side of the square, and taken more time to try find some of the other significant sites in that immediate area. 
I was fortunate to be able to grab the next train heading south and didn’t have a 20 minute wait. And, on the drive home from Marlboro the robots were all dead along William Nicol Drive. Traffic was backed up onto the highway for at least 2 kilos. Had I gone through to Sandton by car I would still have been sitting in traffic! Car free day my eye.

Gautrain at Sandton Station

The one final comment worth noting is that Gautrain’s biggest asset is its staff. They are really great and I just hope that they don’t go down the road of surely, unhelpful and apathetic.

May 2012: An update to this post. Since this was written originally, there has been a change of policy with regards to photography of the Gautrain, it is no longer welcomed and expect to be accosted by security guards if you haul out your camera. Apparently this was always the “policy” although when Gautrain originally opened photographers were encouraged. It seems as if the whip has now been cracked. My comment about the staff still holds partly true though, although some of the security guards are becoming very officious. 

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