South Africans make me laugh. Every conversation today will be dominated by how cold it is and how none of us can deal with this hardship…
For the most part we are bundled up like we are about to embark on an assault of the Annapurna Massif, only sans ropes and crampons. Struggling to check our blind-spot when we drive due to sheer volume of layers, every AC cranked up to the maximum setting and cradling hot coffee to ward off the frost bite that we KNOW is imminent. (as Joey pokes his extremities for the tell-tale signs of blackening… or is it reddening… or perhaps the more revealing indicator of an errant toe left behind in his thermal socks)
I mean we will probably survive. Albeit not an assured outcome if based purely on the national mood and the general frigidity of the narrative around the peculator.