Knysna

Late in February after the University had shut down due to the students protest, I hit the road headed for Capetown. I didn't really know how I was going to get there, but I packed my bag, headed for the Taxi rank and hit the road. Midway to Capetown I stayed in a town called Knysna. Here's a little of what went on...
[Journal Entry from Friday February 27] I awoke this morning, ate breakfast, and now I'm having a smoke and some coffee. I finally can appreciate the leisureness of this trip a bit. My life has really been quite chill lately. ... It's strange going through the process of being checked out and felt out. I tried to tell one of the older Rasses that I wasn't a "deadlock," but I think he misunderstood me and just heard negativity. Some of the other Ras seemed cool. I guess I will just see.
[Journal Entry from Friday February 27] Sitting on the streets of Knysna. I spoke with InI breddrin in the marketplace and will probably head for the hills tonight. There was still a bit of strangeness, but I got to speak to several more breddrin in the area. Most seemed to be real peace, others in their own meditation. I guess I will see in time what the runnings are to be. Jah guide InI step, so me nah fear as a man...
...It was strange interacting with the differences and expectations with the Rastas in Knysna. I don't strictly follow the Nazarite vow, and some of the breddrin were criticizing me for that. Some of the things that I saw were a bit strange. Some of the breddrin wore Tupac and Snoop medallions, which seemed kind of contradictory to the Rasta ethic to me. Also, most of them spoke Afrikaans, because they were "colored." Speaking the oppressors' language seemed contradictory to the Pan Afrikan perspective of Rasta. I guess you are always seeing beyond your own presuppositions.