Day 54: August 23
An anachronism from half a decade ago. Back in the days when the 5th graders on my street didn't have cell phones; yes, you read that right in the last few months three of the 12 - 15 year olds on my street got cell phones. Handy downs from their parents as best I can tell which never have airtime on them, so are mostly just used as gaming platforms and status symbols. Through out the location, and all over South Africa for that matter, there are pay phones that look exactly like this. Its actually uncanny how identical they all are I've seen the same green pay phone on abandoned corner shops in 100 person villages as on the streets of Pretoria and you see here - just around the block from my house. Because everyone and their grand daughter has a cell phone now, the number of times I've seen this phone used is about three. I remember the first weekend I was here feeling homesick as anything trying to call the US on it and getting nothing but voice mail.
