A bit further on in our street is a little house which is known as the ‘Banana House’ but there is nobody in the village who knows where this name comes from. Has it been a shed for the storage of bananas which was later converted into a house? Or is there some other story. Just wonder if there is any Irish or South African reader of this blog who can tell the story (Irish and South Africans are the best story-tellers in the world …. 😀 😀 :D)???
South Africans …. well … there are no better story-tellers in the world and sometimes the truth is something different although the best stories always have some truth in them….
But now they are stuck. Everybody I ask about the background of The Red Bike stands with his/her mouth full of teeth (as far as any left in many cases…. dental care is unaffordable for the majority). Even the local historian, who wrote an awesome good documented and illustrated book about Stanford, doesn’t know. The Red Bike is ‘walled’ against the Caltex petrol station at the entrance of the village and the local tourism bureau advertises it amongst the many things to see in and around the village. Is the story too gruesome to tell? Is there something about this bike that people are ashamed of? Well one can think of numerous questions. Maybe there is a simple answer to all this such as “there was no green paint” or “they just put the bike against the wall for decoration”. Maybe the answer is not that simple. It just remains a mystery and that explains this imaginary (second picture is the original).
…. in a time when there were less speed-maniacs from Cape Town and Gauteng on the rural roads of South Africa, Frikkie and his wife Riana, so goes the story and South Africans are good story-tellers, drove in leisurely pace their Sunday afternoon ride through the country-side. The car was old, rattling and shaking a bit on the dirt roads but still moving forwards until …… somewhere in nowhere ….. the engine-block fell. The couple was almost home. Optimist as Frikkie has always been he said to his wife “No problem which can’t be fixed” and both tried to lift the engine in place again. But alas, it didn’t work out that way. They left the car after an emotional farewell and taking the registration plates off. The car is still there where they left it minus useful spare parts. These spare parts were taken out overnight and that is also typical South African.