The drive from Port Elizabeth to Johannesburg was spectacular, though perhaps not as pretty as watching the sun rise over the Transkei from Mtatha the morning before.
There were a couple of unexpected surreal and magic moments on the journey, as seems always to be case on this World Cup South African odyssey.
Pablo and I had given a spin to our first local hitch hiker. A poor farm worker looking to get 10 miles down the road. He helped us translate the Afrikaner radio commentary of the England v Germany match, though he was hard pressed to translate the Lampard goal.
We reached a Wimpy bar near Colesburg just in time for second half, when a car of Uruguayan fanatics jumped out and began singing praises to Uruguay. Turns out they were from Kimberley and had made the long trip down to Port Elizabeth to see Uruguay play. The man on the left is Monwa, leader of the ANC Youth League for the Northern Cape province and now fanatical Uruguayan supporter.
I conducted a great group interview of the five, but deleted it when one of them very alert to the reach of global new media realized he hadn't told his significant other about his football road trip. You know you don't want to be the cause of a brother having to sleep alone, he said as he pleaded with me to delete the interview.
Brazil has it's supporters in Durban. Uruguay has it's followers in Kimberley. What about the South Africans who are feeling Ghana. What they at?