Chapter 601

After writing the letter, my heart relaxed a lot.

I believe that through this letter, Jiang Bao will see my sincerity.

I don't have time. I have to go.

Xie Ying said she would send me, but I didn't let her. It's not easy for her. Today is Sunday. Let her have a good rest and get some sleep. As soon as I arrive in South Africa, I will contact Xie Ying immediately. Into the waiting hall, into the cabin, my heart suddenly nervous. What if something happens to Lawson? Where can I find him? In that unfamiliar ranch? Who should I look for? Embassy staff? All, all, are unknown.

The plane flew in the air for nearly a day and night, and finally slowly stopped at the suburban airport in Johannesburg. So, how far is it from grandfather's sunset ranch? Although my grandfather told me that sunset ranch is about 30 miles away from the airport. So, why don't I make a fight and just go there?

I dialed Lawson's cell again. Turn it off, or turn it off. It seems that his cell phone will never turn on. The bottom of my heart is passing such a heavy. As Shen nianyi said, the suburbs are really dirty and messy.

I'm hungry, but I dare not go to buy food.

There are many new stalls outside the airport. It looks like a bungalow. This makes me feel like I am in a trance. I feel like I am in Xicheng, China in the 1990s. Although it is also a suburb of the capital of a big country, I really feel the poverty from the bottom. Stalls sell weird gadgets, such as runes, pendants made of animal remains, and food. There is a kind of strange food that looks black. I think it's strange, and I smell the smell of bananas. When I look closer, I know it's fried bananas. It's a loss of appetite. I know bananas can be fried, but they must be wrapped in cream or flour to look golden. The black banana, sells the difference, says the sentence not to be pleasant to hear, looks like is the toilet that thing. I can speak simple English. Finally, I bought some bread and made do with the mineral water. But after a bite, I don't think it's bread. It should be a kind of fruit, but where can I tell which fruit it is? Later, I learned that this kind of "bread" is unique to Africa and grows on the bread tree. It looks like it and tastes like it, but it should be a kind of dry fruit after water evaporation. I don't care. Anyway, it's important to have a full stomach.

Suddenly, I heard a commotion near the stall, and the crowd was a little confused. I saw a few long hair, yellow skin, Asian face women, scurrying forward, screaming in horror. They are different from the local people. They wear good clothes and expensive shoes. I can see that they should be rich people living near the suburbs. But behind them are the local black aboriginal men with sticks. It seems that they have a conflict, these black people want to drive them away from the jurisdiction.

I was in the crowd, too. It's really bad. It's really bad. What's more, because I also have long hair, those black people mistook me for one of them. Before I could react, I got a stick on my arm. Good pain, really good pain! But I've had it. I think we should follow those women who are ahead of us. I think they should be Chinese, not Japanese or Korean. I followed them to inquire about their whereabouts. Maybe, they will know.

But a black man noticed me, he did not let me go, black skin embedded with a pair of black eyes, let me fear. He muttered, spat, and motioned to his companion to stop me.

I'm in a hurry. My luggage has been washed away by the crowd. I was also carrying a backpack with my passport, a little exchanged pounds and RMB in it. I could see that they wanted to take my bag away. I'm in a hurry. I'll fight them. I use my hand to draw, and I am not fluent in English: "you can't take it, you can't take it away..." if the bag is gone, then I really have nothing, no money and can't walk.

As soon as I got off the plane, less than an hour later, I suffered a real robbery.

Ha ha... It's no wonder that the chaos in Johannesburg is despised by the international community! I suddenly remembered what Xie Ying told me. She said that Chinese people, especially Chinese women, are the most vulnerable to robbery in Africa. These black people are sure that the Chinese people are timid and dare not report to the police. They wantonly steal, rob and rape. If there is a black robbery, don't argue with them. They will be angry and shoot people. In a word, if you want to live, you have to admit it.

But I'm not reconciled. I have to have money with me. Or, where can I find Lawson? Looking for someone, no money, no way!