ABSTRACT
One morning in mid-June, 2001, it’s raining heavily. I and my research assistant are splashing across a deserted intersection just outside Cape Town. We dive into our third minibus taxi, the one that will finally take us to the clinic we’re headed for. Neither of us have been to the neighbourhood before; I’m from London, my research assistant is from KwaZulu-Natal, now living in Cape Town for the first time to attend university.
