Friday morning I went on a tour to Langa, one of 15 townships just outside Capetown. On the way we stopped at a museum for a short history lesson.

Sheep heads; they’re called “smileys” because as they dry out the cheeks contract – and they smile.

African beer, brewed from sorghum/maize. It was very frothy.

A supermarket.

We went inside a few houses and met some men living in a hostel.

Laundry day.

The little guy on the left was saying “cheese”. The children were extremely well behaved; no-one moved off their chair.

The local hairdresser.

The local chemist.

On the way out our guide, Cornelia, took us to one of the oldest areas in the township. I’ve only ever seen glimpses of township living on tv, usually in a news grab. In reality, it’s sobering stuff.