Japan Denmark Game Bombed

Turns out the threat of the bombing at the game was real. (Apparently he's one of their players).

For our third time attending a match in Rustenburg it turned out to be the most difficult to navigate to. We thought we had it down. But this time the cops had blocked off the road we had been using to get there. The cops were really trying to force everyone into the cattle park that takes you on the 'death bus' with 100 of your best friends to the a drop off point closer to the field. We decide to keep on driving and avoid the bus of doom.



Since we passed the road we usually turn on our GPS plotted an offroad course to get us back on track. This was rather unusual and scary. The dirt road was only a kilometer ahead. After 45 minutes in traffic knowing full well there was not even the slightest chance to make the kick off we finally get to the point where the GPS says to turn off into the darkness on the dirt road it had found. We hesitate then I punch it and we go flying down the dirt road. there were some sweet jumps we took the car off and magically after many kilometers it puts back on the road we needed to be on. We were alarmed by our GPS's extensive knowledge of dirt roads in swaziland and this alone paid for the GPS. We again drove into the ghetto where we had parked our car last time and this time obtained ourselves the last possible spot. Next we slammed two beers and started walking and against all odds made it for the kick off. As for the thousands of people still back at the car park their busses would not arrive for another hour. The game was the most fun I've had all of them. (disclaimer: The USA games were fun but stressful and this one was just fun because I didn't particularly care on the outcome). Our seats were amazing. We were just above the players somehow in what we want to believe was the VIP section.

Seats just above the players and next to the blocked off section



Wannabe VIP's


Please notice Jakes inability to apply deodorant AFTER putting on his shirt.



Japan handily won the match. We walked back to the car and embark on our drive home. Along the way I notice that our car was looking rather naked. OUR THREADS HAVE BEEN STOLEN! Not cool but I guess leaving South Africa with only our mirror covers stolen off our rental car should be considered a success.

I picked up a new backpack to pack the extra shtuff I'd accumulated. I looked like a little school boy primed for the pickings.


Our new Japanese friend. Jake had made friends with this guy utilizing his Japanese skills. At one point an obnoxious American yelled to this guy and said "Hey Yoshi when you guys gonna score!!," Jake says in Japanese to our new friend "Forget about him, Ignorant American".