Living as I do on the Southern tip of Africa I’m continuelly amazed at how lucky I am.
Aside from idiot political appointees and the screams from the left and right of the political sphere, I am spared from other ulcer inducing panics, including the vagaries of Mother Nature, at least to a large extent.
As the weeks tick down to out first summer rains, I look forward to clean air, sparkling sunsets and a resurgance of the green grass and foliage that blankets Johannesburg during our blessesd summer months.
Springtime elsewhere seems to be a bit, well, terrifying.
I’ve heard about sweltering heatwaves in Athens, moisture levels that would enable a goldfish to walk downtown and invasions of bugs that would make David Attenborough rethink his contract with the BBC, but come on.
I mean look at this:
Moscow, Russia (CNN) — The Moscow skyline of the Kremlin and St. Basil’s Cathedral vanished Friday as a blanket of thick, noxious smoke shrouded the metropolis, leaving many of the city’s 10 million residents with sore throats and burning eyes.
The acrid smoke, from thousands of square miles of wildfires, drove carbon monoxide levels in Moscow five times higher than what is considered safe, the Russian Health Ministry said.
Residents were encouraged to stay indoors. Many who did not could be seen wearing masks as they walked outdoors.
We simply don’t have this in Johannesburg. Alright, you might have some excitable and twitchy young men with knives trying to redistribute your wealth for the betterment of their own bank accounts, but they’re the only people wearing masks.
When the time comes that we have to go outdoors wearing headgear that prevents us from actively choking on the atmosphere then perhaps we should start to ponder on the effect we’re having on the planet.
I cannot believe I’m going to say this, but here goes… Switch off your lights, try public transport, car pool, talk to your kids about the environment.
I fly fish and if I see another yuppie throw a butt into the bush at the side of a stream I won’t be held responsible for my own actions. Take heed, a 9 foot graphite rod to the side of the head often offends, but followed up by a carefully selected collection of dry flies it will hurt like the dickens.
Go outdoors, take a breath of fresh air, it might be your last chance, becuase if we don’t do something about how we interact with our planet we’re going to be walking around in SCUBA gear soon.
And don’t throw your cigarette butts out of the car, OK.
Unless you’re at a BP garage, they seem to thrive on panic.
Until next time.