When I was in college, Steve and Cherie even had me nearly convinced to come for a summer. They had contacts in the government they were sure could fix me up with an IT-related summer job of some sort. These days, that might seem like a fine idea, but at the height of apartheid, working for the RSA government sounded like the epitome of hypocrisy, not to mention potentially dangerous.
One of the most expensive phone calls I ever made was a very long conversation with Steve and Cherie from my dorm room. We got disconnected after a while, and I called again; it turned out Mickey had hung up on me. But I have no idea how much the call cost, as it was never billed to my campus phone account. Someone must've looked at a pair of calls to Johannesburg totaling over an hour and decided it couldn't possibly be for real. I didn't speak up.