It’s been a year of two summers. Sweating it out in good ol’ Delhi and well, the unpredictable shuffling between sweating and freezing in Joburg. Not that I am complaining, I’m not a big fan of Delhi summers. But at least I know what to expect. My wardrobe consisting of only cotton whites, my AC temperature being permanently set at ‘LOW’ and my social life being restricted to late evenings is something I have gotten used to.
In this respect, Delhi behaves like your grandparents, predictable, boring but altogether super lovable. Joburg, on the other hand is like your girlfriend going through PMS. Blows hot and cold without any warning! So after all the hail and thunder last weekend, this extended weekend decided to be sunny and hot.
I am a corporate slave by day (and by day, I mean, weekdays) and a newbie expat in Johannesburg trying to figure out the ways of life in the city by the weekends.
New to Joburg 