Woke up to a treat this morning. In the picture is a whale. Maybe two? You have to look carefully in the lower middle area of the water and you will see what looks like a dark rock, but it’s blowing water. Whales are not that easy to spot.
The outcome of the British journalist Simon Wright, mentioned a few posts back, is that he paid an admission of guilt fine. He was allegedly involved in the incident where a fan was found trespassing at Cape Town’s soccer stadium. It has been felt that some journalists went to any lengths to discredit South Africa and the Soccer World Cup. This could have been one of those instances. The trial never went ahead so we will never know the truth.
I have to ask, isn’t there enough good news out there? But then, what do I know?
France have had a complete re-shuffle of their football management. The French attitude to bad behaviour resonates with me. Good on them. I’m keeping their flag up for a while longer.
Meanwhile the Dutch are still moaning about the outcome of the final game. We watched the re-run last night and it’s way less stressful when you know the end result. I think the Dutch must accept they got off lightly. Yes, the ref missed errors from Spain but he overlooked way more from Holland. We must all move on.
It’s only a game. Besides, the best revenge in life is … success.
It’s all over! Spain are the champions and so are we. We pulled off a great 2010 Soccer World Cup. Yeehah!
I was indifferent to who would win the final but when Holland got going with dirty tackles I felt it would be wrong for them to win. I have an old fashioned sense that goodies must win and baddies must lose. The fair play award went to Spain. The awards for the most fouls and most yellow cards went to Holland.
Imagine winning those awards? I can see now that Suarez plays in Holland and Forlan plays in Spain.
The theme for this Soccer Cup was to welcome the world back home. The skull of Mrs Ples, believed to be 2.15 million years old, was discovered at the Cradle of Humankind which is now a World Heritage Site not far from Pretoria. Apparently the origins of humankind are in South Africa. The first tools, the first fire, all the firsts happened in Africa.
I love the way Rian Malan describes it here, when he says; “Foreigners think we are nuts, coming back to a doomed city on a damned continent, but there is something you do not understand: it is boring where you are.” I couldn’t have said it better myself.
Picture courstesy P Gillespie
Last night’s match between Germany and Uruguay reinforced just how Africans feel about “that” double hand ball. The rain bucketed down and so did the boos on Luis Suarez. Sports journalists have said we are small minded and petty and that we should move on. It’s not even so much about the double hand ball. It’s the way Suarez so obviously relishes his actions and lacks any remorse or sensitivity to us at all that leaves me feeling a bit – no come on? The Irish amongst us will understand.
In the picture is a Hadeda Ibis. Hadedas are prolific in South Africa and Africa. This bird makes expats weep when they hear it. It’s the sound of Africa. It’s the sound of home. They cry out something similar to haa haa ha de dah when they fly overhead. Hence their name. When they are not flying and making a hellava noise they can be found scavenging for worms, snails or insects in the ground.
In the picture are some African beads. I had to include this picture. Our fabrics and beads are so lively and colourful. So is our flag. The sun shines, people smile. South Africa is a happy place.
In the news is the case of British journalist, Simon Wright, who is set to go to trial this weekend. There is alleged conspiracy between him and the soccer fan who walked into the English team’s dressing room. I will be watching the outcome with interest. A lot of what is said in foreign newspapers about us is such rubbish. I often wonder where they get their stories.
Every country has some funny names. In England we came across a Pratt’s Bottom and a Nether Wallop. We have funny names here too. There is Kokstad, the stad part means town in English. How about Tweebuffelsmeteenskootmorsdoodgeskietfontein? Whew! That means – two buffaloes with one shot killed completely dead fountain. Die Hell means The Hell. There is a Tietiesbaai, the baai part means bay. Then Amatikulu means big spit. Gingindlovu is a right tongue twister meaning the place of the elephant. It was a sort of cockney slang for a double gin and you can love her back in the day.
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In the picture is the new improved Cape Town Central Train Station.
Yet another day of limited internet access for some of us here in South Africa. Affected internet service providers are scrambling to jump aboard with other providers who have spare capacity. The good news, so they tell us, is the Seacom cable will be fixed by next week. Make sure your provider doesn’t use Seacom if you’re heading this way.
Now, I am not meaning to be unkind when I say this but some visitors look so obviously strange. It could be that visitors to Africa feel they need to bring everything but the kitchen sink with them. Just in case.
But … we can’t help but notice people walking about in outfits with a million pockets and zips that can carry it all at once. These outfits usually come in khaki or a camouflage colour and these same visitors walk around with GPS, Swiss army knife, spare tissues, food bars, super duper cameras and God knows what all else.
The sheer weight must be exhausting.
I know that parts of Africa and even parts of South Africa can be rustic. But in big cities like Cape Town we do have food and toilet paper. It’s not necessary to bring it all and carry it all here.
