A day marked purely with adventure, Zack, Nick, Spencer, Phil and I decided we wanted to go to the Brazil Ivory Coast match in Soccer City Jo-burg. The rest of the group had gone out to tour some caves for the day and we were free to pursue our own endeavors.
Getting there we split a cab ride to Bosman station where we hopped on the 5:30 pm train to Soccer City. On the the two hour trip we got to talking to Samuel a policeman assigned to our car for safety. He told us of his job as a police officer and how crime in South Africa has been a ride full of progression digression. Sam was very friendly and answered all of our questions about South Africa and even gave us his number for an non tourist view of Pretoria.
Arriving in Jo-burg excited by the orange and yellow glow of Soccer City, we ventured to the stadium to scalp for the big game. The next hour and a half were spent pacing up and down the side walks chatting up individuals for extra tickets. We found buyers but their prices were so inflated no one purchased any tickets. That is except for Spencer who found one ten minutes before the game started for R1,000.
Nick, Zack and I were shit out of luck. There were no bars or stores anywhere near the station and no trains leaving until after the game, we were stuck out in the cold. Luckily our disgruntled personal bus driver Seddick, made the 1 1/2 hour trip to save us from our stranded state. An epic fail of World Cup proportions.
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