Me and my new six-legged friends
Forget about the trip. It's getting there that's the full dose of the fun here.
A little adventure on the way in this morning. First, ran afoul of a FIFA convoy on the highway in. They were passing with a flashing police escort as I merged into traffic.
It might've been nice if they'd let us in - because we had nowhere else to go. Instead, my car and the three ahead of me were driven up over a curb and onto the shoulder, where we nearly ended up in a fiery wreck. Thanks. Thanks for that.
After my brush with death, happily got out of the car a few minutes later to board the media shuttle into Soccer City. A nice, relaxing hour-long ride through downtown Jo'burg.
A couple of German journalists sitting beside me. I gave one of them my newspaper - the local broadsheet, The Star. He starts flipping through and then begins to grumble in German.
"The match report," he says, and then reads the headline. "'German blitzkrieg too much for Aussies.' Always with blitzkrieg. Bah."
Nice one. I lay back and try to relax. Then I see something crawling up the seat in front of me. A cockroach. I brush it off the seat. A couple of minutes later, another cockroach. Now the German behind me is leaping in the air and cursing. The bus is infested with cockroaches. It's also infested with people. So there's nowhere to go.
For the next half hour, I'm jumping out of my seat every time I feel a tingle. I'm still shaking out my pant legs.
I have to get back on that bus in a three hours. I think I'll light myself on fire first.