The bus ride was long, and four hours into the trip, when we were meant to be arriving in Nespruit, we had still made no stops and were still a long way from home. The mood was restless. Bladders were filled to the sphincter, and after a few failed attempts by an unnamed paseenger to piss in a bottle, a very brave ,and very desperate Mr.Brown asked our driver to pull over at the side of the road. He grudgingly agreed. Ten minutes later he mad his first official stop. Engen One-Stop? Shell UltraCity maybe? No, wonderful driver stops at a little known, very filthy filling station in the middle of nowhere. The smarter ones opted to go outside. After a quick nicotine and toilet break(irony being that the toilet was actually broken), we reluctantly stepped back into the little bus that could.
Three hours later we arrived in Nelspruit, with an hour an hour to go before the game. We were hungry, tired ,transportless and some of the bus skunk residue had made its way into our clothes and hair. Wonderful. We get a lift to the park and ride and make our way to Mbombela Stadium.
Perhaps it should've been a more sombre moment, given the amount of people who'd died to get the contract, but all we could see was an ocean of orange,gold and green. The game was amazing-tarnished only by the fact that the only beer available was Buddweiser for R30. We stampeded back on the bus, with no other intentions than to get home and get crunk.
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