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 …..
