The
vuvuzelas have been going since before dawn (click on the hyperlink if you feel left out or confused). Before my eyes opened I knew it was the opening of the World Cup. And after the late-night concert mini-party last night (including lounge football nearing midnight) I felt extremely mixed about those vuvuzelas, let me tell you. Nevertheless, here I am, kitted out in Bafana Bafana gear in rural KZN, hoping for a miracle against Mexico.
Happy World Cup all!