After last night’s ordeal getting to my friend, Ryan’s house, today was a nice, relaxing day in Johannesburg. It was a day set aside for planning and logistics. It was kind of like a day off from shooting, but I still made pictures. Go figure. I was able to get real sleep, then we just kind of hung out, ran some errands and had a couple of great meals.
Get used to seeing (and hearing) these things. Vuvuzelas are yard-length plastic horns synonymous with South African soccer. If you watch a game, you’ll notice a constant, monotone foghorn-esque sound droning in the background. That’s the Vuvuzela. They are everywhere. This is what it sounds like.
I met this fellow near Ryan’s house. Not much to say. Just like the photo. He’s a gardener just wrapping up work and preparing to head home.
And, finally, I’m not sure exactly what they’re trying to sell here, but maybe the phrasing could have been different?
Ryan and his wife Leyla are awesome hosts and they had friends over for dinner tonight, where they tried to learn the Diski Dance. I did not dance.
I was able to weather what I hope is all the jet lag I’m going to have. I’ve hear people say it takes about a day per time zone you cross. If that’s the case, I’m hosed.