Put on your glad-rags

Yesterday evening a friend and I tried a new bar. It was empty besides a single barfly who was talking funerals in Mabvuku whilst nursing a Pilsner. The waiters were so thrilled to see us it seemed like we were their first customers of the day. On the way up the green carpeted stairs I saw this sign.

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Fun under repression

Back in the day when I was much younger I often went to Luna Park when it was over near Glamis Stadium. I loved it. It was always a huge treat. Recently I was delighted to see the return of Luna Park. Its return can’t really be described as triumphant; it’s much diminished compared to it’s former days of full glory. But nevertheless, it’s back and still fun. These days Luna Park is at the corner of 7th and Herbert Chitepo in Harare. It shares the dusty piece of land with weekend soccer games and daily security guard training exercises.

Last Saturday a friend and I pulled in and decided to have a ride on the Shells. I was interested in the ferris wheel but in case of any kind of malfunction I wanted to be close to the ground. The ticket booth has a casual scripted sign on it that says Rides at your own Risk.

And the rides aren’t that cheap either. US$3 for 3 minutes on the Shells, for example. Anyway, we bought our tickets, got on and were flung around, screaming at the top of our lungs, like we were ten again.