Confession time! I have never particularly loved soccer and have no idea what the rules of the game actually are. Had the 2010 Soccer World Cup not come to South Africa, that would never have changed.
Three months back Bafana Bafana weren’t even ranked in the top 100 football teams in the world and they lost to the Namibian amateur team. Our only claim to being in the Soccer World Cup is that we are the host nation.
Well that has all changed. I am suddenly loving soccer along with a host of new soccer fans. And Bafana Bafana drew 1-1 against Mexico yesterday. Mexico are ranked 17th in the world!
What I am really trying to say is all of a sudden we have gone soccer mad here in South Africa. I am discussing the game with people, who like me, couldn’t have cared less before. We have willed our boys right up the soccer rankings. The coach might also have had a hand in it. And yes, our boys have made us proud.
Viva! Vuvuzelas! Whatever! We are so feeling the love right now.
Photo courtesy of P Gillespie
We are so feeling the love here in South Africa. I will admit that up until the Soccer Cup came to South Africa, quite frankly I had no real interest in soccer. And a few months back our team was not in great shape either. I feared my heart would be broken. No more.
Our boys have pulled themselves together so smartly and you would have to be in a deep coma not to be feeling all the Soccer Cup energy here. In the picture is a local resident. And that is just a house. It’s soccer mania here.
We are all having a bit of a chuckle at the rather over the top security the international teams are insisting on. I have relatives who have been stranded in a game reserve while the Americans are being safely escorted about. Bullet proof vehicles and a plethora of machine gun toting guards are keeping us locals at bay. The British press have had a field day printing all sorts of garbage. Apparently their team might just get bitten by snakes in their rooms. I do hope the Soccer Cup finally dispels these stupid ideas that Africa is a big, bad and dangerous place.
One day to go! It’s here! Tomorrow is kick off and the matches all begin. Most of us in Green Point aren’t going anywhere. We can’t. So many roads are closed that we couldn’t get anywhere even if we tried. We will be glued to the telly watching the openings, the parties, the interviews, the games. the musings of sportscasters, the whole nine yards.
We’re all fired up with personal vuvuzelas and lots of hope after Bafana Bafana’s win this weekend. A local newspaper has cartoons of hell freezing over and pigs flying. Yes we are that hopeful here. Nelson Mandela paid our boys a visit and gave them a pep talk. It worked when he did that to our rugby players in the South African Rugby World Cup. They won the World Cup. Go Bafana Bafana. Make us proud. Let the games begin!
Picture courtesy of SA Tourism
No, it’s not Christmas in June, but they do look a lot like our annual Christmas lights. Adderley Street runs right down the middle of Cape Town city centre. Every year they put up Christmas lights in Adderley Street. And we take a drive to look at them.
Well now we’ve got Soccer World Cup lights to add to the festive feel. Find Cape Town’s street lights on the foreshore side of Adderley Street. It’s getting crazy here in Green Point. The mini bus taxi drivers blast away on vuvuzelas as they drive past. I know, I know! Mini-bus taxi drivers do all sorts of things they shouldn’t. Adherence to the rules of the road is not what mini-bus taxi drivers do. We mutter at them and accept it.
Newspaper vendors in the streets are in on the festival bandwagon too. They blow their vuvuzelas as they walk past. Cars are hooting for the sake of it. Cape Town is a complete riot of flags. Houses, hotels, buildings, streets and cars are ablaze with flags. It feels like everyone has going completely mad. This must surely go down as the loudest Soccer World Cup ever!
Photo courtesy of e-mail circular
I hope most people are pleasantly surprised when they arrive at Cape Town airport. They should be. The airport is brand new and we now have a gleaming new IRT or Integrated Rapid Transport bus up and running. One wonders why it took us so long to get a municipal airport transfer? The IRT bus station is right outside the front door of the airport and costs R50 to get to the city centre. From there you can catch the IRT or a Golden Arrow bus or the train or a taxi to your final destination.
Visit the Cape Town City Council website for timetables. Use Google Earth for a map or to gauge distances.
As said before, I am not well travelled, but I have done a bit of travelling. Some of the airports in the rest of Africa are … well let’s just say rustic. I recall Zanzibar airport. The arrivals board had the flight of the day written on a chalk board. That was if there were enough people to justify a flight. There is a charm to such simplicity. However I failed to find being stranded at the airport after I had spent all my holiday money in any way appealing. And the good news is we don’t have volcanoes here.
