Here is some advice in case you visit South Africa: never wander around near the CBD alone, without a phone, at night. I never thought I would have to give that advice, as even if this weren’t Joburg most people would instinctively understand that is a no-no. However, apparently that isn’t universal common sense.
I went to a rugby game with a group of McKinsey folks. It was a great time and quite entertaining, on multiple levels. Yes, the game was good – a cross-town rivalry between the Lions (Joburg) and the Blue Bulls (Pretoria). There was also the fun of chatting with the Afrikaners around us who never quite figured out who we were – about 12 of us representing almost as many countries. They adopted us nonetheless, and as a token of our being adopted rugby fans they helped us understand both the game and how to watch it. The latter part involves taking single-shot plastic packets of brandy (the staple liquor) and putting them into your Coke bottle. I would say that these tiny packets are a great way to smuggle brandy into a game, except that I could probably wheel a keg in with me and I don’t think anyone would have really noticed. There were some outrageously drunk Afrikaners by the end of the game.
Speaking of Coke, everything is shockingly cheap at sporting events. A 500mL Coke was ~$1.50, and a voers in a bun was ~$2.50.
After seeing some rugby, I would say it’s closer to soccer than U.S. football: it’s an endurance game, and a lot of it revolves around waiting for the other team to get out of position and then quickly moving the ball to that hit at that area of their line. There is definitely some strategy, but just like in soccer the strategy is more a general strategy set before the game instead of the play-by-play “paper/scissors/rock” strategy of American football.
At the end of the night as we somehow lost a blond, 90-lb intern from Germany. We called, we re-traced our steps, we went to the police, we called the hotel, we called the cab companies, and after an hour or so some of us finally went back to the hotel just to check. We found her sitting downstairs. Apparently she had decided it would be a good idea to wander into the parking lot looking for our car. A white SA family finally noticed her, helped her look a little, and finally told her it wasn’t safe and they drove her back to the hotel. Very nice of them, since it could have ended in news headlines.
I went to a rugby game with a group of McKinsey folks. It was a great time and quite entertaining, on multiple levels. Yes, the game was good – a cross-town rivalry between the Lions (Joburg) and the Blue Bulls (Pretoria). There was also the fun of chatting with the Afrikaners around us who never quite figured out who we were – about 12 of us representing almost as many countries. They adopted us nonetheless, and as a token of our being adopted rugby fans they helped us understand both the game and how to watch it. The latter part involves taking single-shot plastic packets of brandy (the staple liquor) and putting them into your Coke bottle. I would say that these tiny packets are a great way to smuggle brandy into a game, except that I could probably wheel a keg in with me and I don’t think anyone would have really noticed. There were some outrageously drunk Afrikaners by the end of the game.
Speaking of Coke, everything is shockingly cheap at sporting events. A 500mL Coke was ~$1.50, and a voers in a bun was ~$2.50.
After seeing some rugby, I would say it’s closer to soccer than U.S. football: it’s an endurance game, and a lot of it revolves around waiting for the other team to get out of position and then quickly moving the ball to that hit at that area of their line. There is definitely some strategy, but just like in soccer the strategy is more a general strategy set before the game instead of the play-by-play “paper/scissors/rock” strategy of American football.
At the end of the night as we somehow lost a blond, 90-lb intern from Germany. We called, we re-traced our steps, we went to the police, we called the hotel, we called the cab companies, and after an hour or so some of us finally went back to the hotel just to check. We found her sitting downstairs. Apparently she had decided it would be a good idea to wander into the parking lot looking for our car. A white SA family finally noticed her, helped her look a little, and finally told her it wasn’t safe and they drove her back to the hotel. Very nice of them, since it could have ended in news headlines.