Eating Nik Naks and Waiting for Trains
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On Sundays the train only runs every hour. Luckily, I only had to wait 45 minutes this time. Actually there is a posted schedule, but the train did not come as scheduled. That is why I was a little annoyed a few days later when I was called lazy by the ticket taker when I asked when the next train might be coming. While I was on the train, in the middle of nowhere there was a man, standing in shoulder high grass smoking a cigarette. I have no idea what he was doing out there, but it was entertaining.
The main train station in Johannesburg is straight gangsta. I walked out of the train station to find the fan fest and I walked straight into hell. It looked like images I have seen of Mogadishu.
Everyone on the streets were too shocked to react. I just walked around like I knew what I was doing. I found a park, Jaubert Park, that had a big screen showing the game. I was able to lay in the grass in the sunshine and watch the games, pretty sweet.
I went back to the hostel and hung out with the crew. The amazing Walter entertained and kept the fire going.