Ostrich: not like chicken

Our lads kicking the ball around

June 10

Last night went to the Post & Nail, the local pub and restaurant. Very rustic and roomy place with a great menu. Since ostrich was on the menu, I had to try it. They described it as “free range ostrich’ as if there could be any other kind. Some how you don’t picture ostriches sitting around in a ostrich coop. Very nice presentation with a baked potato and green beans sauted. It doesn’t taste like chicken. More like red meat, probably with out much fat since ostriches seem to be running around constantly.

Laundry day today, I was given directions to the Palm Court Shopping Center by Wendy at Apricot Hill and some detergent by 2 Australian women who had been to the laundromat the day before.

While driving there occasionally is a sign painted on the road saying, “ROBOTS AHEAD”. I was also given directions which included, “turn right at robot at bottom offramp”. Turns out this is short for, robotic signal, an Englishism. So there are not actually robots in the road.

Today the Aussies trained about 30km from where I’m staying, in a Johannesburg suburb called Sandton. It’s fairly straightforward getting there, except for a few tricky intersections. Here’s a big right turn where one must go from the yellow X, way across a massive interchange to the other side, the left side, all while not somehow going into several lanes of traffic that can approach diagonally from the left (and might take you into the oncoming traffic if you get confused). This was helped immensely by dotted lines forming a lane (MY lane) as you can see just in front of the car. If you (meaning ME) stay in the dotted lines, it takes you clear through the intersection and into the proper lane going in the right direction. Much relief after the right turn as I head down this road to yet another right turn a few kilometers later.

One day to go before the start of the World Cup.