Here we are. 4 years later and it’s World Cup time again. What did United States do to have to play Ghana again? Third time is a charm? I think not. Already I’m excited. Netherlands showed Spain, the 2010 Cup winners, yesterday with a 5-1 win in their opener game. Oranje!
So I’m currently on the bus from the new Natal airport to my lodging. Who opens a new airport days before a major international event? At least the bus is a free shuttle provided by the airport. Good thing I found out about it here.
My travel plans have been delayed by, well, delays. I should be warm and settled already. It’s been raining here in Natal, and even though it’s dark, I can see that the roads are flooded in some areas. Again, good that I’m on a bus.
This trip has given me the largest headache any trip I’ve ever taken before has. It almost got to the point where I asked myself, “and what am I going to Brazil for again?”
Of course the idea came and planted itself neatly in my mind in 2010. Football? Brazil? World Cup? Of course I’m down.
But South Africa World Cup 2010 is already proving to be a far better experience. For one, not that many people wanted to be there, making tickets not that difficult to get by.
Tickets for this World Cup, though similarly priced, went in the flash of an eye. Seriously. How many countless nights did I spend trying to score a game ticket?
Plane tickets were ridiculously expensive. Games are scattered across the country requiring several internal flights. And housing? Let’s not talk about housing just yet. Ugh!
So imagine my annoyance when he came out of nowhere this February with “this is the first I am hearing of this…it might be a problem…call me tomorrow.” Obviously, I was livid. I did not call him the next day. In fact I never called him. I just sent him a disapproving email a week later that essentially said “World Cup 2014 trip has been in existence since before you and I am going to be there”. About a month later, while on the phone discussing a clinical matter he asked me for Brazilian autographs and that was how I knew he had accepted the fact that I would be in Brazil come rain or shine these last two weeks of June 2014.
Still shaking my head.