Moving North again.

My last night in Dundee, I went for the steak again. How can I refuse 400gm sirloin and 2 pints for less than a tenner. 
A long drive up to Johannesburg, as usual I took as many country roads as possible but it is pretty flat and boring. The worst job was finding somewhere to eat  away from tourist country, in the end hungry, thirsty and with my legs crossed I broke down and pulled into a Kentucky Fried chicken. I have never sampled the food in one of these joints before having heard the rumour of where the chicken comes from and now I can see why it is definitely the worst meal I have had outside of Cuba, never again.
I was a bit wary of coming to Johannesburg everyone I spoke to had stories or warnings about getting mugged, raped and murdered but my guest house is in Melville just a hundred yards from an area of shops, restaurants and pubs and the natives were friendly on my recce earlier this afternoon though the beer is more expensive than down South.