Some more facts for you Dewanifacts:
1). It stood out as mile as a murder from the nanosecond it hit the news. I lived in South Africa for nearly a decade: family annihilators, hijackings, murders - they are a daily occurance in the news. In that context it stood out like a saw thumb that the woman had died but the man survived: that simply never happens. South African criminals are very hardened and in Africa life is cheap: if something goes wrong in SA it goes epically wrong and you're highly likely to be shot dead. Sometimes the girl gets away whilst they're shooting the guy - he usually is either trying to prevent the car jacking or protecting the girl, occasionally they might let them get out the car and drive off - but mostly the hijackers don't want any hassel or witnesses, so having got out of the car the occupants are shot dead. They don't shoot them inside the car: it takes ages to get a dead body out of the driver's seat and it messes up the car too. And who the hell thinks a man can exit a moving car by doing a forward roll out if the window - and without even a scratch, let alone broken bones and half-skinned: that's seriously taking the piss. And why are cars hijacked? To be immediately stripped and turned into spare parts: that model wasn't even one that's normally hijacked because there isn't a big market for its spare parts: which is why it was abandoned. So they hijacked the car to abandon it? Okay! Maybe they hijacked it to rape the girl: in which case how lucky it had a pretty girl in it. South African prisons are vile with open gutters to crap in and cockroaches crawling over the occupants: criminals can rape any kind of girl in a Township at far less risk than targeting a foreign tourist.
2) The Taxi: just HOW did he manage to get an unlicensed one? They aren't allowed to tout for business in Cape Town Airport and all the luxurious hotels have a shuttle bus. Right outside the Cape Grace is a taxi rank - but only the poshest, licensed taxis. A short walk further along, outside the shopping mall, is another taxi rank: less smart cars (all still old Mercs etc) but all still licensed. Driving around the area dropping people off are loads more taxis - all licensed. In fact, having lived in CTN and used to jumping in taxis, I still don't know what he was doing in an unlicensed one. The taxi drivers were all prepped for the Workd Cup: they will advise you if they think you are going somewhere dangerous or foolish and suggest a better alternative.
3). Nobody, but nobody, visits CapeTown and immediately visits a dangerous township. They just don't. Most people don't visit a township at all, but if they do want to the Tourist Information Office about 30 seconds walk from the Cape Grace Hotel, where the Dewanis were staying, can organise a proper tourist-friendly Shabeen tour - a Shabeen is a township pub. For that matter I expect the concierge of the hotel would also organise it with the tourist office for them. But as I said, NOBODY does this probably even in their first fortnight in Cape Town, possibly even ever. The Cape Grace is a super-delux hotel right on the tip of the V&A waterfront: you step out to an incredibly pretty waterside development with dozens of pavement cafes, restaurants, art galleries, wine bars, buskers, live jazz, fishing boats, visiting war ships, a steamer that does harbour tours, the ferry across to Robben Island, the lifeboat, a lighthouse, a variety of moving pedestrian bridges which shut periodically to let another boat through, shops selling model ships, ostrich egg lights, local beadwork, every evening the friendly seals are coaxed into a safe area with food - all this with a backdrop of historic buildings and the magnificent mountain itself. There was no need for Dewani to take his new wife to some crappy little shopping centre with half the shops closed several miles away: right next to the hotel is a world-class shopping centre with everything they could desire - designer luxury goods, clothes, South Africa's unique take on interior decor, food, tourist souvenirs, wine, jewellers - all open late 7 days a week. If that wasn't enough Theresa us also a multiplex cinema in there - or if that doesn't fancy, the IMAX is 5 mins walk further, as is the World Class Aquarium and its neighbouring craft market. Feeling more adventurous: walk, take a river taxi or a road taxi or a rickshaw 5 mins into Cape Town CBD: enjoy the eclectic shops, the Art Deco architecture, Parliament Gardens, the Slave Museum, the Flower Market, produce from all over Africa in Greenmarket Square, more buskers and music and the fabulous late, late nightlife and live music in the Cigar Bars and cafes of Long Street. Bored now? Time to go up the mountain in the rotating cable car to admire the view, feed the dassies and wild turkeys, maybe do the world's highest commercial abseil? Then of course there's the famous Kirstenbosh botanic gardens - and we haven't even hit the beach yet! Choices-choices: so many, all with powdery white sand and the sun setting into the sea. Frankly, amongst the best beaches in the world: and fringing them is a collection of seaside villages all with fabulously chic bars, African tradesmen selling seashells, beads, local craft markets etc. STILL bored? Well that's when most people head for Robben Island to see where Nelson Mandela was imprisoned and understand more of the local history. Or the castle. Or the many vineyards with thatched Cape Dutch buildings and avenues of 400 year old oak trees - each with Michelin level restaurants serving food to accompany their wine. BUT EVEN THEN most people still haven't exhausted their possibilities: further round there's the naval town of Simonstown: you can go whale watching in false bay - even do a helicopter ride around the mountain.
So I hope you can see now why it stands out like a sore thumb that he took her to a shitty dangerous township in an unlicensed taxi as soon as they arrived and that it's inconceivable that he was allowed to live whilst she was murdered.
