#InLoveWithAfrica: Finding Love In Johannesburg (Via AFKTravel)

by | Jan 14, 2016 | Johannesburg | 16 comments

AFKTravel, an online travel publication focused exclusively on Africa, recently launched a series called #InLoveWithAfrica. The series includes “love letters” to various African places, written by travel writers who love those places.

I love the fact that this series includes not only conventionally beautiful, romantic travel destinations — like Cape Town and Mauritius and the Okavango Delta — but also gritty, underrated places — like Dar Es Salaam and Lagos and (of course) Johannesburg.

I was invited to write the Johannesburg piece and I’m pretty stoked that it was the first article AFK featured in the series. You can read it on AFKTravel, along with all the other #InLoveWithAfrica pieces, many of which were written by talented travel writer friends of mine. But AFKTravel also kindly gave me permission to reprint my love letter here. (I’ve sprinkled in some of my own photos and links.) Please enjoy it in both places.

#InLoveWithAfrica: Finding Love in Johannesburg

View from Situation East

This article is not about dating in Johannesburg, or about finding love for any particular person. Rather, it’s about finding love for a place.

I first came to Johannesburg, or Joburg, on a three-day business trip in July 2008. During that trip I visited the Apartheid Museum, had dinner in Parkhurst and Melrose Arch, and bought souvenirs at the Rosebank African Craft Market. It was a pleasant trip. But I gained little insight into the city’s soul.

A year-and-a half later I decided, abruptly, to move from Washington D.C. to Joburg. I moved for the love of a man, of course. But I stayed for the love of a city.

I read very little about Johannesburg before my move. Expat relocation websites yielded only negativity: stories from South African diaspora explaining – in painstaking detail – the horrific crimes and crumbling infrastructure that had driven them to leave in the 1990s and early 2000s. Thick South African travel books included only a page or two about Johannesburg, the country’s largest city. My boyfriend at the time, a lifelong Joburger, told me I would probably hate the city and suggested we relocate together to Cape Town instead.

I moved to Joburg anyway.

Joburg, also called Egoli, or the City of Gold, was founded during a gold rush. People still come here from all over the world to hustle and earn a quick buck. But there’s another side to this frenetic city. If you really want to get to know Joburg then it’s best to explore it slowly, in ever-widening circles.

I arrived in Joburg without a job, an agenda, or any plan to leave. I could take my time exploring. So I started in my backyard.

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The Melville Koppies.

Nature is the first thing I noticed. Johannesburg has a reputation as a gritty, crime-ridden, concrete jungle, but the reality is quite the opposite. With the exception of the compact, high-rise-laden city center, Joburg is a massive sea of trees. Palm trees, oak trees, acacia trees, jacaranda trees, plane trees, and countless species of aloe. Wisteria and bougainvillea vines twine themselves everywhere. Birds abound. I sat on my deck and watched hook-beaked, silver-purple ibis – called hadedas – pick their way through the garden and then flap off in a cacophony of squawks.

I began to explore my own neighborhood. Melville, an inner suburb northwest of downtown, is known as Joburg’s little Bohemia, offering quaint shops and cafés by day and raucous bars and restaurants by night. I walked up and down Melville’s 7th Street, drank coffee, and browsed antiques. I climbed the Melville Koppies, a hilly nature reserve with swishing brown grass taller than I am. I went to the highest point on the Koppies, which overlooks the iconic downtown Joburg skyline. That skyline was my next destination.

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A music festival in Melville.

Tentatively, I ventured into town. In 2010 and 2011, parts of downtown Joburg were just beginning their transition from dangerous “no-go” zones to rejuvenated urban meccas. I went first to Market on Main, the Sunday morning market in fashionable Maboneng Precinct. Then I investigated the Carlton Centre, the tallest building in Africa, and the pedestrianized central mining district on Main Street, lined with public art.

I visited Ponte City, the notorious, cylinder-shaped skyscraper in Hillbrow. I took walking tours through Soweto and the culturally rich neighborhoods of Fordsburg, Troyeville, and Yeoville, feasting on Indian, Portuguese, West African, and Ethiopian food. I shot hundreds of photos of graffiti. I rode a bicycle through Alexandra Township and sat in on a Zionist Christian Church service, watching a kaleidoscope of men in colorful satin tunics swirl around me to the beat of a drum.

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Church service in Alexandra Township.

I stumbled upon a Muslim bakery in Fordsburg, built into the ruins of an old Lebanese Orthodox church. I discovered a used bookshop in the attic above a garage in Orange Grove. The owner, one of Joburg’s top rare books collectors, sits on a wing chair surrounded by piles of books and invites visitors to drink tea with him. I found a brilliant Rastafarian chef selling vegetarian food out of a tiny cubicle on Rockey Street.

The more I explored Joburg, digging into the cracks and corners and talking to people, the more I came to love it. Along the way I met people who went out of their way to befriend me, inviting me to parties and photo walks and gallery openings and coffee dates. People told me their stories and were delighted when I wanted to tell those stories to the world. The best thing about Joburg is its people.

Beautiful Jozi people.

Life isn’t easy in Joburg: The beggars at every traffic light and the persistent petty crime are testament to that. Joburg houses beauty and wealth and quirkiness and hope; it also houses poverty and suffering and cruelty and pain. Joburg is an imperfect place, filled with contrasts and contradictions and impossible challenges. Those challenges make me love the city even more.

The greatest love affairs are the ones that grow slowly, evolving bit by bit, so gradual that you hardly notice. Loving Joburg takes time. For me, the time has been worth it.


  1. autumnashbough

    Perfection is boring. Give me a dog, a person, a house, and a city with character!

    Thanks for bringing Joburg to life.

    • 2summers

      You must come for a visit! I think you’d love it.

  2. Sine

    I love this. A great tribute to Johannesburg!

    • 2summers

      Thanks Sine, glad you agree.

  3. Lani

    I think you did Josie proud. Beautifully written 😉

    • 2summers

      Thanks Lani 🙂

  4. hcyip

    Good article, it provides a positive take on Johannesburg.

    • 2summers

      Thanks very much!

  5. Rosemary

    So well written- good to mention the trees. Terrific photos too. There is also a well researched article about Johannesburg possibly having the biggest urban man made forest on Africacheck.org
    Greetings from London

    • 2summers

      Thanks so much, Rosemary. So did Africacheck confirm that Joburg is the biggest manmade urban forest?

    • 2summers


  6. Julia

    You put the time and energy into exploring a city that most residents wouldn’t dare do. Cycling through Alex?! Wow! Loved reading this.

    • 2summers

      That tour is the best! One of my favorites in Joburg.

  7. Suzie

    Hi, I love your blog. Been trying to find a way to live in South Africa for the last year and was wondering what type of visa you are on?

    • 2summers

      Hi Suzie, please send me a private message and I’ll explain 🙂


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