Spent the weekend with good friends at a beautiful house perched on the edge of the escarpment near Machadorp. No electricity. So on Saturday we were sitting under a waterfall in an indigenous forest picking up England Vs Oz in Afrikaans on the radio. That night the steak, red wine and log fire mitigated against a journey to the local to catch NZ vs France. So we turned to the radio once more. RSG let us down, but we found commentary in IsiZulu. “Ungena u Caveman”. Depite having an IsiZulu teacher on site, we had to phone Joburg to make sure we were understanding what was happening. Our friends in town were distracted by storms and falling trees.
At thirteen all, the IsiZulu commentary broke for a message for what seemed to be a church service. Quelle horreur! Then commentary came back. We couldn’t understand whether Mitchell had got the drop attempt over or not. It made it even more exciting in a way. We arrived back in Jozi in time for the second half of SA vs Fiji. And man, can those islanders play. What a World Cup it’s been! Il y aura plus d'aventure à venire!
If there are any anomalies in this post, it is entirely the fault of BabelFish, because I don’t speak French. Or IsiZulu. En fait, je ne parle aucun français du tout. Je parle seulement le rugby.