Australia dampens Ghana’s spirits

Saturday morning, British cousin, his friend, and I set off bright and early to Rustenburg for the Australia – Ghana game.  Rustenburg is a couple hours away. There’s minimal traffic until we hit congestion right around the stadium.  Chaos I tell you.  Traffic chaos.  Parking chaos.  The parking area wasn’t well delineated although if you see a whole bunch of cars being directed to a dusty field why would you assume that as for you you are going to go right up to the stadium to park?  Yeah, we got turned right back around to join the now longer queue of cars trying to get onto the dusty field.  Oh dusty Rusty!

I was not impressed.  Yes, me and my ‘tude again.  The game was to begin any moment soon.  British cousin’s friend left something in the car and had to return.  I decided to continue on, hopped on a shuttle, which drove us through the ?township close to the stadium and dropped us off somewhat arbitrarily.  I swear, these people don’t know what they are doing. After a bit of a walk, I got into the stadium and found my seats which thankfully were close to the guys.

007 and his Bond girl had arrived from London, by way of Hong Kong (!) that morning and came to find me.  Sweet Reunion.  Hopefully, we get to hang out more together, and go on a mini-safari close-by.  British cousin and his friend made it just in time for the game’s beginning and were down the row from me.

Hmmmm. What can I say?  This game was tense. We drew with Australia and the spirits of the guys were dampened. Ghana is topping the group right now but we might very well get sacked from this competition. Oh goodness, that Germany game is key!  Oh goodness, can Australia help us out by scoring a few goals against Serbia?

I decide to return back to Johannesburg with the guys.  What a fortunate decision.  They had a fake press pass and so were able to park really close to the stadium on the grounds of some-one’s home. That meant we didn’t need to wait for shuttles.  We got back around 8pm, watched the Cameroon – Denmark game at the residence then headed out for a night on the town. Meanwhile, British cousin and his friend ended up on a shuttle that did not take them to the car park where their rental was and by the time they returned to Johannesburg it was well into the following morning.  Even 007 and Bond girl didn’t return back to Johannesburg until after midnight because of traffic.

The guys and I ended up at Moloko.  It actually had a decent crowd. French and German fans with whom I mingled. The music was good except it’s one of those places where they only play 45 seconds of a song before moving on to another.  Now that’s annoying. I danced with a Mexican man but he just kept smacking my behind.  Can’t have that!  After a couple drinks the guys decided to try out another spot – Taboo.  I would have gone with them except for the fact that Ivorian cousin had just left Taboo and was coming to Moloko to pick me up!

Sigh.  I decided to be a good girl and by 3am I was laying my pretty head to rest on my own pillow!

Tommorrow (Sunday) – Ivory Coast vs. Brazil.  Sweet!