“Your value for money town” – No really, this is the towns slogan.
Not so long ago I was talking to someone about where in Gauteng I live. I mentioned to them “Our town is so small it doesn’t have a Mcdonalds”.
I live in Randfontein. How I ended up here is a dull tale. Much like the town. If you were to ask me to describe Randfontein three words, dull, would be one of them. But you see it’s the other two that make up for the dull. Friendly and persevering. This place just survives, and with a smile on its face at that.
The town is dull. Its flat and ugly. But the kind of worn, old ugly that makes you feel comfortable. The buildings are covered in dust from the mines giving the town a run down sad look. Until it rains then something changes. The dust washes away and the green comes through. Its as if the old buildings get their charm back.
Here’s why you need to stop in this odd little town.
- Its not that little.
Total 186.42 km2 (71.98 sq mi) – it has quite a large ground coverage. Most of which is divided between mines and farms
- Nola Factory shop.
Buy Ouma rusks in bags for next to nothing at the Nola factory shop. Pick up some cheap Yum Yum peanut butter while you are at it.
Every town needs a conversation starter.
This happened here: Bring your shovels – Its rumoured the Kruger millions are buried here.
Paul Kruger and JB Robinson enjoyed a warm friendship which has led to rumors that the Kruger Millions (millions of gold coins minted for the Zuid Afrikaanse Republiek, or the South African Republic) were buried in the Homestead’s grounds (The Homestead is the home that Robinson lived in which is now situated along Homestead Avenue next to Riebeeck Lake and owned by well-known local businessman and racing driver, Ben Morgenrood) to stop them from falling into British hands during the Anglo-Boer war. Over the years many have searched here for the Kruger Millions, but either nothing has been found, or the finder has kept very quiet about it. More
Eat here: Fish and chips at (uncle) Johnny’s mini market.
Made fresh every single day. From their mini loaves to their Russians are made in house. There is a reason people who grew up here return to get their fix when they visit home.
Uncle, because he is my husband’s uncle. A truly inspiring man.
Double thick butterscotch milkshakes at Uncle Harries
There is literally no milkshake that could ever be as good as this. It’s so thick it get served with a spoon. The butterscotch syrup drips down from the dollop of cream on top. It must be a sin to be this tasty.
Drive this road – Drive the main road. It’s the heartbeat of this little community and has more furniture stores than people than can afford to buy new furniture.
Next time you drive through, pull over. Take a look around. You still wont be able to buy a Big Mac here but You might just have the best milkshake of your life at a famous old road house.