Leaving Joburg Behind (Day 10)

The next day was pretty brutal. We tried to remain in good spirits and stay upbeat, but it felt we had just been dumped the night before. We had to wait around for Andy to get his moneybelt that he had left at the Thatchery and the owners were holding on for him, but it gave us an opportunity to chill out on the grounds for awhile.

This is about how we felt all day

There were chicks with awful parents.

We left Joburg. I probably will never return, except for the airport. It is just a city.

We drove to the coast, to Ballito, north of Durban. On the way we listened to the English get smashed by the Krauts. Normally that matchup would make me be all about Winston Churchill. In soccer, after those crumpet-eaters in Rustenburg, I was cheering for the Germans bigtime.

This is in Boston, South Africa.

In Ballito we stayed at Monkey Bay backpackers. The people who ran it were very chill, gave us a tour of everything, and directed us to the hotel bar where there was a good World Cup setup.

Tyler bet that Mexico would only lose by 1 to Argentina. He bet ICE.

Andy ordered Amarula. Scott brought the ICE on the side.