We woke up and hiked to the top of Table Mountain. It was a perfectly clear day and the views were amazing.
While some of you were still asleep the rest of you got to enjoy a thrilling start to the FIFA World Cup 2010. The first World Cup to be hosted on the African continent. The host country, South Africa, as per tradition, played in the opening game against Mexico in a new stadium called Soccer City in Soweto outside Johannesburg. The opening ceremonies started 3 hours before kickoff! At 2 hours before the South African Air Force had a fly by. At that point we went down to the Fan Fest to watch the game, but it was already full! So we walked back a few blocks to a festive street and watched the game through a window in a bar. We nicknamed the street “Bourbon Street” since it had second story balconies and every other store seemed to be a bar or restaurant. Some described the scene as Mardi Gras, others said this was how Rio De Janeiro is every day, but somehow it was different. The focus was not drinking or even partying it was celebrating. As Colleen said it was pure joy everywhere, and this was still before a single minute of soccer was even played. Watching the game our allegience was torn between our newest closest friends (who we were standing shoulder to shoulder with), the South Africans, and our oldest best friends, and fellow CONCACAF members, the Mexicans. South Africans affectionally refers to their soccer team as Bafana Bafana, which loosely translates into “The Boys, The Boys.” When they scored first, the joyous, celebratory atmosphere transformed into something that words can’t describe. Picture are attached, video’s can be found, writers will write, but experiencing it was unreal. The Mexican’s hung tough and scored an equalizer (we were now in the minority with our celebrating) and the game ended 1-1. The party continued on into the night and even overshadowed the game that was being held in Cape Town – France vs. Uruguay.