I don't know why I was smiling. After taking this walking "tour" through these peoples' houses made of corregated metal and cardboard, I burst into tears, knowing there was nothing I could do to make their lives better. They were gracious and charming; the little children had two toys: a beat-up ball made of tape and the shell of a camera some similar tourist had left behind.
When the rest of the little four-person tour group went on to tour Winnie Mandela's house, I sat in the truck and sobbed.
With the aftermath of Apartheid there is so much inequality and saddness in South Africa. Anyone who merely goes to South African resorts is missing the whole picture; a snapshot of what White man has done to South Africa can be seen on any corner. Johannesburg-with the highest crime rate anywhere in the world, was the only place in the world where I have ever felt unsafe.