Arrived in Johannesburg in one piece. But at what cost to my equilibrium? Not the greatest of air flyers, me.. And each time the atrocity seems to be worse. Must be old age.
Queue to check in at Charles de Gaulle. Queue to get the passport checked. Not so much of a queue to see if I had anything dodgy in my bag.
Queue at Johannesburg airport for passport. Queue near Sandton Library to get my accreditation.
All in all it is time to retire.
The flight consisted of a meal at 1am … really used to eating hoki and mashed potato at that time.
Strangely I had the coffee and then wondered why I managed to watch so much of the Dark Knight Rises.
Compelling rendition of the genre. I thought I’d grown out of my Anne Hathaway thing. But I still have my Anne Hathaway thing and that probably explains why I couldn’t go to sleep.
Men in Black 3 did the trick though. And I was thoroughly resurgent watching Back to the Future.
I couldn’t resist it. The chance of seeing Brucie Willis in Looper or Michael J Fox in Back to the Future. Well nostalgia wins out.
It is such a good film or is it the conceit or the memory of the time when I saw it for the first time?
Probably the latter. But it meant that I gave scant consideration to being 40,000 feet up.
Now firmly back on the ground and stirringly adorned with my accreditation necklace, I prepare for the tournament.
There is a press conference at 1pm on Friday involving the local organising committee and the Confederation of African Football, the overlords of the shindig.
I will go along and learn. This makes sense really since I have come all this way.
But if I have to queue to get in …..