We checked out of the hotel early Monday morning in order to spend some time in Soweto before heading to the airport for our departure. Soweto (from southwest townships), a historic center of the anti-apartheid struggle, was home to two Nobel Prize winners (Mandela and Tutu). It was also the site of the famous 1976 student uprising against the Bantu Education Act, which put black schools under the control of the apartheid government and, later, established Afrikaans as a language of instruction. We visited the Mandela house on 8115 Vilakazi St. Orlando West, a "matchbox" structure not unlike many of the houses in the township. The house is filled with artifacts and memorabilia documenting his life and the role he (and Winnie) played in the freedom struggle. Mandela's home is a popular tourist stop in Soweto, while Tutu, apparently, still owns his house on Vilakazi St. We ate at Sakhumzi Restaurant, a successful business that has benefited from the influx of tourists to Soweto. We enjoyed some traditional township fare and in my last day in South Africa I put down my silverware and used the pap on my plate to soak up the delicious sauces from the lunch buffet. I tasted the tripe, but could not stomach the stomachs. Soweto is a vibrant and strange mix of shantytowns and mansions. Many in the rising black middle class choose to stay in Soweto because of its township traditions and significance as a center of resistance. Although more west than south African, my last purchase in South Africa was a dashiki that I bought from a street vendor in Soweto. I wasn't sure I could carry it off, but support from my colleague, Akinyele, ("You gotta own it, man!"), and the persuasiveness of the vendor gave me the nudge I needed. The shirt will remind me of my incredible experience in South Africa, of the importance of understanding cultural differences in a global world and the common humanity we share.