So around 7months after returning from my last trip, I was boarding my flight to South Africa. For those who don’t know the master-plan, it’s simple, arrive in Johannesburg, work until World Cup time, then stop for a few months while I travel the country watching over 10 matches of the greatest sporting event on the calendar, no not the Tour de France (or town) no not Wimbledon, and I know what you’re thinking and its definitely not the Angling World Champs. I’m talking FIFA World Cup 2010. Once that’s over (not wanting to look past it) I will see what’s what. Probably continue working and combine that with finding myself in some of the fantastic spots on the continent.
It’s currently an ethic of work hard and play even bloody harder. I am staying with my friend Matthew Dyl (a.k.a. MED LUP UTT , Terry) for those unfortunate or maybe fortunate enough not to have met him, he is a slightly overweight but cultured (PAH!) young dude, nah he enjoys drinking only the finest South African Larger such as Hansa or Hansa and he often enjoys drinks more Hansa, you know he’s obsessed when he pulls me up on the pronunciation of the word HANSA. But we can refer to him as the average postman, because in terms of setting me up over here, he has delivered, even if he is always late.
What alerted me to write a blog now is the ever increasing pile of ticket stubs I have accrued in my bag. Meaning i have done a fair bit in 3weeks considering I have been working Monday to Friday. On the first day I got here Dyl took me Soccer City where the world cup final will be played, unbelievable stadium walked around the pitch then in the players tunnel in the changing rooms (loads of compartments for the players to put their stuff), but I have since been back to SC to work (which is seriously cool) check the pics out. Then on the Saturday we went to Loftus Versveld, for those who don’t know the home of South African rugby (TOOOOUGH! That’s a spitting sound by the way) we watched the Bulls vs. the Lions in a Super14 match from an executive box behind the posts. Free food and Drink which admittedly was not taken advantage of, the hangover from hell saw me getting up close and personal with staring into a toilet. Too much Hannsa.... I mean “Hansa”.
Rugby was s***e by the way, not a patch on C’MON BRIZZZZZZZZZZZ! Ha.
Next in the ticket stubs is a return flight to Cape Town, and in my view along with Wellington, Buenos Aires, New York and Perth one of the best cities I have visited. Awesome. We stayed in a super plush villa in Camps Bay, the occasion was a 30th birthday. We went out on a boat in the afternoon across the bay of Cape Town, it was stunning, I took in the scenery of Table Mountain and the ever impressive cape coastline but what I was most excited about was Green Point stadium. Ahhhh some things won’t change I guess. Of the 12 folks on the boat I was the only soul brave or mad enough to get in the Ocean. It was pretty nippy, also I forgot that the Ocean of the coast of Cape Town is where the Great Whites hang out... (yea that’s right hang out) but they were not to be seen. More Haansa.....I mean “Hansa” followed, and the next day saw a horrific hangover accompany myself and the rest of the party to a very luxurious winery for Lunch. Tried a cheeky few Reds, but it was hardly like a one- swig- pass on the 73 on a Thursday night with a dirty Spar-chardonnay. That evening I watched the sunset from the £5million pound villa. A bit different from the hostel i’ve dossed at in Brazil or Bolivia. For those reasons I think I appreciated the accommodation that tiny bit more. But a fantastic few days in a fantastic city.
So that was last weekend, this weekend, we went back to Loftus (TOOOOUGH!) where again we sat in the box, and watch the Bulls vs. the Crusaders (from New Zealand), it was a great game finished 40-35. I this time made up for the previous occasion and I drank a lot of beer and ate a lot of grub. Then this Saturday we went to watch EFC, no not Everton. Extreme Cage Fighting. 14 fights, some I think is hard to call it a fight they were over that quickly, but was equally as exciting and a cracking night. Dyl got entrance seats so we were right by where the fighters came in, and hobbled out.
Then yesterday we had a party round the house as it was mother’s day here, live music and amazing food along with more darn “HANSA!” and in the evening we celebrated Man.Utd not winning the league, I can’t remember who did but who cares.
I think that’ll do.
I might go for a swim now I’ve done that, pool looks tempting. No work today, I’m on the night shifts this week, which I can’t say I am looking forward too. But as I said work hard play even bloody harder.
Hope you’re all well? ‘All’ being whoever is going to read this blog.
31 days I believe until the big day! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I’ll leave you with some disgusting South African slang
“YA” (Meaning- yes)