It’s the Final Countdown

My days here are numbered. Only 6 more sleeps, then I will be leaving on a jet plane. As the days get fewer, the excitement builds, but so does the stress. I only have this week left, to do all my laundry, make sure it’s ironed and get it into my suitcase. I also need to figure out what my B-team wardrobe will be, because I want to be packed by Thursday, and I still need to wear clothes until Sunday. (Can’t go walking around nekkid, you know!)

I am also terrified that I won’t have enough spending money when I get there. I want to get the most out of this trip. It’s my first time abroad. I don’t want to be there and not make the most of it. I’m hoping that I book a wedding this week, because then I can use that deposit for some extra Euro’s.

I am happy the Football World Cup is finally over. Now things can go back to normal. I am very proud of South Africa for hosting such a big event without any major glitches. The whole world was waiting in anticipation with held breaths for us to fail. But we didn’t. That’s amazing, and I am proud to say that I am a South African and we did it. Granted, our team isn’t really that great, but we knew that from the start. I also hope that some of the stereotypes and stigmas surrounding South Africa are now broken and forgotten. We are a nation that came together and united for this big event, something that we could be proud of. We worked together. It’s amazing that people thought we couldn’t host this, (Australia had ever so gallantly offered to host when we inevitably failed…pffft) but we finished in time, our stadiums are beautiful and the spirit of Africa was experienced by all who were here and all who watched. And although I hate a Vuvuzela, it’s quite cool that it caught on world wide. Thankfully, the bzzzzzzzzZZZZzzZZZZZzzzz will stop now.

On the weight-loss front, I am happy to say I survived the weekend and I’m still down 7kg. I’m hoping to lose a couple more before we leave. I might just be able to pack my skin tight jeans that I haven’t worn in two years! It’s quite amazing how great the power of pride in yourself can be. As soon as the weight started coming off, it got easier to eat healthy food and cut down on portions, be a little more active and say no to bad habits. I’m proud to say I haven’t had chocolate or chips in more than two weeks. Now if only I could give up beer… 

Much Love 


Red Army

Today South Africans are wearing red in the fight against crime. I could give you all the stats about the murders on farms, the rapes of children, theft, hi-jackings, assaults…the list goes on. But I’m not. The crime here is bad. There’s no denying that. And of course, we’re worried. What, with the Fifa World Cup almost here, the host nation needs to be ready. Our entire police force is gearing up and getting ready for the masses of people coming. All of the participating countries will also be sending some of their police forces to help. Even Interpol is sending their troops of men to assist.

But let’s be realistic. Crime is everywhere. In every country. It might not be as bad as here, but also, it might be worse. It’s just with all these people coming the spotlight is on us. As it should be. The last thing we need is even more bad press. We already have a mockingly ridiculous government. Our public transport is a joke. There’s racism, there’s not denying that, and people in power (ahem, Julius Malema) is using that to feed a growing restlessness.

To lose hope is futile. Nothing is going to happen if we don’t do something about it. So why not stand up. Rise above. Wear red, if only for today. Have hope. Dream big. We are better than all this. We can rise above. I have hope for humanity.

Much Love