BaGhana BaGhana...

Trying to blow them away...
Dancing for Ghana!
Let your light shine on!

GOOOOOAAAAAL!
Go Ghana, go ghana...
Beer in a bucket (still a rip off at R100 for 6 castles...)
Dirty dancemoves and fancy footwork... it had to happen!
GHANA> waka waka its time for Africa...
me and the wall of hope and dreams:)

Man this world cup is exciting.

In one weekend we said goodbye to everyone’s favourites (during Brazil's last game it sounded like the commentators had already GIVEN them the cup...), saw my Germans score FOUR goals in a game that everyone thought would be the tough one, and Spain marched on as predicted although they will have to pull up their socks if they want to get past the German efficiency tomorrow.

On Friday we postponed a planned sushi reunion dinner when we realised Africa's last hope was up against every South African's least favourite team - Uruguay.

So we marched into the dark smoky parking lot that doubles as the Mexican Shebeen. (Even though the Mexicans are long gone and the place was very much Dutch on Friday...)

What happened in the dark corners of the parking lot is where it gets interesting...

From girls in red, green and white cheerleading outfits, to R20 a castle (can!!!), to the greasy old man who asked me if i wanted another boyfriend, apparently I am so tall there is enough for two men...

I arrived JUST as the final whistle went and the crazy orange crowd started to celebrate. I had missed this historical match as I spent most of Friday in bed nursing a headache, and since i HAD to be at the Ghana game, i sacrificed the Dutch for an afternoon nap. When i got to Engen though, every petrol attendant and man on the street was gathered around the TV they have put up for the duration of the Cup. It was 2 – 1 to Holland, and my first sight of the game.

Of cause I immediately sms-ed H “looks like your team has 10mins to score or go home...”

But back at the shebeen, where everyone was getting ready to cheer on Ghana. Waka Waka – it’s time for Africa... And when the black stars scored on the call of the half time whistle we were all on the tables dancing.

(and i spilled my R20 beer in my lap...)

My Canadian couchsurfer must think these white African girls are crazy.

But what can we say – Ghana had it and they dropped it. Missing a penalty in the last seconds of the game is a give away, and while Kingson proved to be another WALL in defence, and everyone was on the edge of their seats...


but their penalty kicking just wasn’t good enough and the damn cheating Uruguayans marched on to a Semi with the Dutch.

The shebeen quickly ran empty as we raced through the streets looking for a midnight snack...

we had to get ready for THE BIG ONE>