Entry No. 3: Bafana Bafana..

Whats good? Alright, so it’s the morning of the world cup and this place has been going nuts. If you look out of my apartment, it’s a sea of yellow and green as people are already getting ready for the match against Mexico later today. I’ve been here for about a week now, and I’ve loved every second of it.

Two nights ago, we went out to Long Street and it was crazay as fans from all over the world were partying it up. We were line at this club called Fiction, with a group of Brazilian guys in front of us. They were all wearing flags and chanting it up when this Argentinean guy walked by us. They stopped him and they started trading chants back and forth. It ended with one of the Brazilian guys swapping his jersey with the Argintinean dude, which was awesome to see.

Yesterday was the official start of the world cup as the opening ceremonies got underway. Since I got out of work early, a bunch of us went down to the Fanfest area to party it up. Getting into the fan zone was one of the craziest experiences in my life as while we were in line, a bunch of people broke down one of the fences and people just started rushing through. Most of us got separated from each other and I ended up at the front of the line with riot police pushing us back with shields and clubs. They put up barriers of trash cans and wouldn’t allow people through. Young children were getting tossed over the fences so they wouldn’t get hurt. I even managed to have a reporter come up to me and try to interview me in the middle of all the mayhem.

Once we got through though, everything was gravy. The fanfest area is pretty sweet, and there was a huge concert going on. The highlight of the night has to be when R Kelly came out and only sang “I believe I can fly”, people were going insane. Afterwards we walked through the parade to Long Street and ended the night on this balcony bar where we would just chant USA USA USA to all the supporters below.

One thing is for sure is that the people here in SA love to dance and party. They honestly just dance on the streets and blast their vuvuzuela (stadium horns), which are the loudest things I’ve ever heard.

We’re heading out for the start of the Bafana Bafana game soon and it should be a blast...more to come after the weekend.