Walked from the backpackers place through the City to the Waterfront and had a bit of a look around.

The V&A Waterfront is much like waterfront locations in many places around the world. Lots of shops, restaurants, bars, and all of them overpriced. I didn't bother photographing anything down there though as the crappy weather made visibility almost nil.

The weather had started to be cloudy, cold, drizzly and miserable for the first time. It made me think that I had been so lucky with weather until then.

As I had to be up and ready for a wine tour at 8:00, I decided that an early night was in order. I will try and go up Table Mountain on a day with better weather.

Got back to the bar and watched a game or two...

written by  Big_T on June 12, 2010 from Cape Town, South Africa
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Woke up at about 10 and went for a walk around the Fan Fest. These are viewing locations that have been set up in each of the match cities that show every single game live and on an enormous screen. It opened at about 11 and as I walked past at 10:55, there was a queue of about 1000-2000 people waiting to get in. Took a few pictures there and went for a walk through the town.

It had the feel of a place waiting for something to happen... Most people were getting on with their daily business of work and other things, but there was an air of anticipation that something was about to happen.

Walked back toward the fan fest at around the 12:30 mark and the sign said it all. "Fan Fest Full". I knew this would happen, and for this reason, I planned to watch the game at the Castle Hotel, the pub underneath the backpackers place that I was staying at.

Got back to the Castle, and dropped most of my crap off and went down to the bar at about 1:45. The opening ceremony started at 2:00, so I grabbed a beer and began to not pay attention to it... There was too much else going on... The people started coming in, decorated and faces painted, and the gold of South Africa was ever-present... Seemed a little bit like an Australian sporting event in some ways...

Game started at 4:30pm. The pub was packed... Beer and football and an excited local crowd... 3 things a man lives for... The nervous anticipation was incredible, and the vuvuzelas were blowing (yes, even inside pubs)...

South Africa scored... Tshabalala hit an incredible drive that would have beaten any keeper in the world, and certainly had the better of Perez... The feeling was amazing, hearing all the pressure that the locals were feeling being released... There was a sentiment of the locals not wanting to be embarassed... They knew now, at least in the opening game, that it was not going to happen... The crowd went apeshit... People were jumping and hugging and blowing vuvuzelas, and jumping a bit more, and you couldn't help getting caught up in it...

The game continued... Mexico scored... Beer, beer, beer... The rest is history... Mother Africa was proud and I was so happy to be a part of it...

There was another game, I don't remember who played, I was over-refreshed, so I went to bed, content, happy to be a part of an historic moment...

written by  Big_T on June 11, 2010 from Cape Town, South Africa
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Boarded, and the flight was uneventful... Sorry, I wish I could regale you all with stories of plane crashes, hijacking attempts, international drug dealers or some other excitement... But there was none of that...

Check in to a six-room dorm and find no-one and nothing in there... Check with the receptionist Naadia and find that there is no-one scheduled to move in for at least 3-4 days... Magic...

Walk around the vicinity for a bit... I am in an area called Zonnebloom which used to be called district 6. During the apartheid era, areas were zoned to certain groups and this area became zoned to Whites, so all the Africans and Coloureds (mixed race people, but usually of Indian or Malay descent who were descended from the slaves of those areas) that lived there were forcible removed from their homes and relocated to the townships on the outskirts of town... The old beautiful historical buildings were all knocked down and new ones were put up in their place... In 1996, 30 years after being moved out of the area, and just a few years after the abolishment of apartheid, the first black residents were welcomed back to the area... There is a museum explaining the area and I made sure it was the first thing I did... The movie “District 9” is also loosely based on this story, I am informed, but not having seen the movie, I can't make too much comment...

Back to the room to drop stuff off and I come downstairs and am introduced to a group of 4 young Aussie lads who had been staying there for the 4 days prior to me arriving there... They give me a run-down of the place and the people there and this information becomes invaluable during my stay... There is a pub (The Castle) downstairs from the backpackers place where I am staying and this becomes the local... A great group of customers, and staff and the place seems like a bit of fun...

Long Street is the main drinking location for this town, so after a few beers, I headed out there to see what was happening... I have been to NY and Tokyo, I have been to London and Rome, Bangkok and Beijing, but I have never seen a more crowded place than Long Street the night before the world cup started... The people were being turned away from bars due to overcrowding, the whole street was shut to make sure the bar overflow didn't get run over by idiot drunk drivers.

Needless to say, I wasn't going to enjoy most of these places, so I had a quiet beer at one of them and then I headed back to the hotel... Was in bed by 11... Woken at 4 by some loud lunatics coming in, turns out it was the other Aussie lads and a couple of Irish lads who also stay upstairs... Then back to a relaxing slumber...

written by  Big_T on June 10, 2010 from Cape Town, South Africa
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Adam's mate, Matt, Dave, whatever his name was, was nowhere to be seen... Another victory for the foreign contingent... We start on the drive and head towards a report of 2 male lions... As we are driving, we spot a leopard crossing the road... Sweet...

See a couple of huge male buffalo... Scary looking buggers...

So we chase it and follow it up and over rivers and rocks and shit... All very exciting... We report this find to another van and they start looking for it, but they are unsuccessful... We thought the male lions had gone, but Adam thought he would head to the area anyway and we found them...

No wonder they are called the King of the Jungle by us foreigners (coz Africans think that the elephant is the king, and they don't even live in jungles anyway)... Seeing the lions lyin' down (hehe) you are just awestruck... We stayed and got some pictures and Adam turned around and asked what time we had to leave... In about 30 minutes was the answer... A phenomenal morning where we saw 2 of the most spectacular things you are ever likely to see...

Schumacher starts flying back to the lodge in a car with about 9 passengers with no seatbelts on over bumpy and sandy 3rd world tracks at about 140 miles per second... Needless to say, it was pretty awesome, and a bit challenging trying not to get thrown out of the vehicle...

We made it back and were then told that we had a further 30 minutes until the airport transfer car came... Everyone had a leisurely breakfast while I packed and got ready to leave... The transfer came, and we headed toward the airport... Boarded the hour flight back to Johannesburg and picked up our mobile phone sim cards, our world cup tickets, and then met up with the world's most expensive transfer driver... South Africa is relatively inexpensive, beer costs $1 in a bottle shop, a pint is $2.20 in a pub... This guy charged $80 to drive us half an hour... I found this out after I had booked him for the next day to go back to the airport to head to Cape Town... Oh well, you live and learn...

Got to the cottage that we will be occupying for the next couple of weeks and the place seemed to suit our needs perfectly... Had a glass of red, watched some TV and went to bed....

written by  Big_T on June 9, 2010 from Hoedspruit, South Africa
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A quiet lunch, and a quick nap followed...

Evening involved driving around looking for stuff and hassling Adam for running away from a challenge... Again, it was a quiet evening for animals, but a pretty good one for sunset pictures, Braais and drinking...

This time Adam was up for the challenge and he had even brought his buddy that can drink to try and bring the young American and old Australian down... We all had plenty of drinks and plenty to eat and a great deal of fun... Shot-gunned a beer and Adam raised his hands in victory... Jeff, doubting the man's ability and integrity, picked up the can and saw it was half full... He tipped it up for all to see and the evidence was all too obvious pouring on the concrete...

“Another shotgun!” was the cry... Oh well, I am not a great sculler of beer, but why the heck not? I thought... The can's were prepared by Adam and, lo and behold, a dirty tricks campaign had begun... I started drinking mine and found out that they had spiked it with some South African spirit designed to bring a big man down... Needless to say, it was remarkably unsuccessful...

As the night wore on, I found myself the only one still up and drinking, so I made my way to bed... Another couple of victims in the bag...

written by  Big_T on June 8, 2010 from Hoedspruit, South Africa
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The idea is you are all up for a coffee at about 6 and then go out on the morning drive at about 6:15-6:30. I am still a little jet lagged, so it was about 1:19 pm at home, so I got up a lot faster than expected and had a shower. Everyone was ready for the drive at 6:15, so all 7 of us headed out with Adam and Daniel leading the way.

I thought the evening was Antarctic... My goodness me... It was farking freezing... Brass monkeys would have struggled with this... As soon as we started moving it cooled down considerably too... Would have struggled to be any degrees at all... Maybe 3 or 4... Red noses were visible all round... But the sun was about to come out, and all was well...

More impala, kudu, waterbok, were the first things we spotted. Then we hit pay dirt, we headed out and spotted some lions... A couple of regular ones, and a few white ones. Absolutely stunning creatures. I had previously been impressed by the grace and elegance of the giraffes, but there is a presence that lions have that no other animal possesses. There were 2 lionesses and a total of 4 cubs. As I write this I struggle to come up with words to describe them. It is hard to know what to say. Just know this, I am thinking about coming back to this area just for a chance to see these mighty creatures again...

Someone looked over at the car next to ours and commented on the fancy video camera, without Adam hearing them... About 5 minutes later Adam says “I would follow them a bit closer, right now but there is a National Geographic crew filming them...” No wonder they have the fancy gear... We just thought they were a tourist showing off with their expensive equipment. The lions then went on to a private property that no-one could follow them on to...

Huge herd of buffalo, and a couple of giraffe followed, you know, all the usual stuff you see driving down the road...

During the night drive, as we had our sunset beers, there was one left, so Jeff decided to shotgun his... This resulted in him cutting his hand open and requiring urgent medical attention from Daniel and Adam, which they promptly provided once they had stopped laughing...

At dinner, Adam was set a challenge to shotgun a beer and as a brave man does, he ran away from the challenge... Showing just what South African men were capable of...

Timbavati is known for it's White Lions, as its the only place where they have been naturally born for 30 years or so. White Lion-ness is a recessive gene like red-headedness, but unlike the red-headedness thing, it is actually prized. It is totally different from albino lions too. So, I was hoping to see some of these white lions at some point.

Arrive at Johannesburg airport at about 9:30 ready for our 10:30 flight and get to the South African Express airline counter. Two guys walked over and started to help take the bags to the scale, which was in the line area and away from the check-in counter. They started talking to and I realised they were just looking for some cash. I hadn't asked for their help and they hadn't really done anything that I couldn't do for myself, so I told them I had no money. This seemed to work, and the girl at the check-in counter confirmed my suspicions and told them to take a hike in their language.

Arrive at Hoedspruit airport and the chaperone Tommy is there for the drive to Simbavati, that's the name of the lodge. The drive was uneventful except that white rhinos, zebra, giraffes, and a stack of other animals were visible on the drive in.

Had a chat to Tommy on the way in, and spoke about the tradition in Black South African families of men taking multiple wives. Jacob Zuma, the current president for example, has three. Tommy agreed with myself that outside the obvious benefits of more nookie etc. There was little benefit in this system. I was glad there was a consensus on this.

Arrived at Simbavati... Wow! Fucking wow!

The place was expensive when it was booked, but that didn't adequately prepare me for how lush this place is... Absolute lushness...

Arrived and a lady greeted us with a smile and we were told not to carry our bags any further as someone would be sent to grab them for us. Left the bags in the middle of the dusty path knowing that they would arrive in a timely fashion without us ever handling them again. Eliane (not a typo) sat us down, we enjoyed a welcome beverage, and she explained the rules of the place, pretty standard, food was all covered in the price, but the bar was not (beers are expensive compared to South African standards too, about A$2.50 a beer) , the daily schedule of game drives, etc. Oh, and the possibility of being eaten by lions or leopards, or being crushed to death by elephant, buffalo, hippo, or rhino if one ventured out of one's room at night... The usual stuff... Everyone has to sign an indemnity form (absolving the lodge of any responsibility in the likely and expected case of one's demise at the hands of the millions of beasts in the area), and you are led to your room. And, what a room... Anyone expecting a shack and/or roughing it would be sorely mistaken here.

The beds are absolutely lovely, although they had leaves and shit all over them... It was supposed to be decorative and admittedly, the next time I saw them, they were clean again. Someone says, “have a look over here, there are some elephants!” So, I have a look, and sure enough there were some elephants in the river just behind the kitchen area. That was pretty awesome... As I stood in my room, I realized that they were waking up the river, so I spot them walking right past the window. I had been in the safari lodge for about 20 minutes at this point. Just one of those moments when you stop to think about where you are...

An hour or so after arriving, we had lunch, and went on our first game drive. The vehicles that they use are open-topped Land Rovers with seating capacity for 12 including a driver/guide (Adam) and a tracker (Daniel). A tracker sits on the very front of the vehicle and looks for animal tracks, footprints, and/or any indication that there are animals in the area.
The first game drive was supposed to have 7 guests on it, but the party of 4 that were coming the same day were unable to make it. So there were 3 of us with Adam and Daniel. While the sun was still up, it was still pretty hot, but as soon as the sun set, it became cooler... Much cooler... Unexpectedly cool...

On the drive we saw a troop of baboons coming down the road towards us, a giraffe, a couple of crocodiles, a fish hawk (which was something recommended by the friends in Johannesburg), a squirrel in a tree, as well as plenty of impala. Enough animals for anyone really. Oh, I forgot the leopard that was feasting on an impala that it had killed the previous day. Fucken sweet! Seriously, anyone who likes Nat Geo, or Animal planet, needs to get there arses to Africa to do this... After the game drive, there was dinner, where we met the party of four that should have been on the same drive (they were actually 3 young Americans, Kim, Katherine and Geoff, Grant pulled out last minute) a couple of 2 buck beers and an early night.

Met up with some people and then had a quick 2 hour power(?) nap. Not sure if it was a power nap... I am guessing it wasn't on account of me feeling like shit for the next half-hour or so, but nevertheless, it made me feel a lot better in the long run.

After awakening and having a quick bite, I decided to immerse myself in the local culture by watching some international Rugby (Wales v. South-Africa) with my hosts and pretending to care about enormous men smashing their heads together while kissing their teammates' behinds (otherwise known as a scrum). Watching the torment on my hosts' faces as South-Africa almost snatched defeat from the jaws of victory was pretty good, though...

The evening followed and we had a traditional Braai... A braai was described by one of my in-flight magazines as “Meat grilled over burning wood coals, like barbecue, only done right”. I am not sure that it is much better than regular barbecue, but I enjoyed some good meat (including ostrich) and some good South-African wine with some good South-African people. A good night overall.

written by  Big_T on June 5, 2010 from Johannesburg, South Africa
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Not a great deal on today... Flew Perth to Singapore, a pleasant enough 5 hour flight and not particularly eventful. There was a transit hotel there and, as I had a 5 hour layover at the airport, I thought I would use it to at least freshen up.

I chucked some of my bags into the dank, prison-cell-like dwelling and went out to grab a light refreshment. After 30 minutes of pointless walking around, I found O'Leary's Sport's Bar and knew I was in the right spot. I ordered a beer (all A$11 of it) and sat down to enjoy it...

“Bullshit mate!” I hear from the next table and realize what has happened. Even though the airport says Singapore, I was still in Australia. The boys at the next table were mostly from QLD and NSW, and one of the lads there was from Melbourne. The northern states lads talked about some World Cup related stuff mostly, but the boy from Melbourne about 3 minutes in talked about the one thing anyone from Melbourne would be panicked about going away for so long at this time of year... Supercoach... A few words were exchanged. At the time, I only had one player that had played, and that player had scored 188... Not a bad start...

Finished my 3rd pint and realised that Singapore airport was about to make me broke if I kept it up. Chose, then, to go to the room freshen up and get ready for the 10 hour journey on to Jo'burg. And journey was an appropriate term for sure... Other terms could have been, mission, ordeal, torture, all of these would have been fitting also. Anyone that has travelled with me knows that unless I smash down a heap of sleeping pills prior to flying, I can not sleep on planes. So a 10 hour overnight flight where I should be sleeping, becomes a 10 hour war of attrition. I lost... It was awful, but at the end, I arrived in Africa.

written by  Big_T on June 4, 2010 from Singapore, Singapore
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I had been told about King's Park and how I should go and see it. So I headed up there in the morning after the breakfast in the hotel. Rode the bus about 30 minutes and then walked for about 10 and realised that it was just a bigger version of the park near my house. Called Monty who had recommended it and he told me that it was my fault because I wasn't in touch with nature. We agreed to disagree and I headed back in to the city.

Jumped on a couple of free buses toward Northbridge where I had been told there were some places to eat lunch (as Central Perth has approximately nothing). As I was sat on the bus, I spotted Noriko (Damo's wife, the same Damo and Noriko that I had plans to meet later in the evening). I knew Perth was small, but I had no idea just how small.

After lunch, I did a little more walking around and sightseeing. Then I headed up to Leederville. This is where Scotty, Damo and their respective spouses live. Went to the pub and had a beer and something to eat and a good catch up. I also got in trouble for not telling them before I was coming to Perth, that I was coming and I could have stayed at one of their places for nothing. On the way back I have a night in Perth again, so I will be staying at Scotty and Junko's place.

After the pub, we went to a cafe and enjoyed a coffee... The cafe had a number of lanterns... How many you ask? Well, we had a little contest to guess how many there were. I said 250, Damo, 360 and the others weren't even close... As we were leaving Scotty asked the guys at the counter and was told that there were about 300... The boys have been set a task, to find out the exact number, because under 310 makes me the winner, where 311 and up would give it to Damo... I think I have it...