The kids were going mad in the sprinkler this evening (while it’s -2°C and snowing heavily in Sheffield) and I was anxious to remove a certain post from the top spot on 6000 miles…
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Looks like a sprinkler-related sort-of-quota photo.
Kinda cool when the droplets caught the evening sunlight. Like stars. Or bullet-holes.
Or maybe that’s just the Milk Stout talking.
(Another nice one here.)
We went, we got covered in hay, we survived. And the boy, who we expected to be asleep by 8 o’clock was still throwing himself from an alarming height into huge piles of hay gone 10pm. I can’t remember ever seeing him so excited and happy. It was wonderful to watch.
Getting any decent photos from quite difficult because of the low light, the (usually rapidly) moving subjects and the huge amount of dust in the air from the hay fights, which was picked out whenever I used the flash. Still – I did my best (including several (or more) point and shoot efforts for the folks back home) and the results are here.
Despite the doubters, the legal challenges, the alleged shortages of concrete, labour, electricity and armadillos and the political infighting, the Cape Town Stadium is to be handed over to the City today. On schedule.
Compare that with the magnificent Wembley Stadium in London which came in over a year late and you can see that this “third world backwater” CAN actually do things when minds are put to good use.
And it looks magnificent. Not perhaps so much by day, but at night it is simply stunning:
Much like the Moses Mabhida Stadium in Durban, it’s a sight that makes you gasp when you see it. But unlike the Moses Mabhida Stadium in Durban, you can actually see the pitch from the stands. This, I feel, is a huge advantage.
It’s like a UFO has landed on the edge of the CBD; it’s half Pringle chip, half Polo mint. The roof evokes images of Saturn’s rings, the translucent cladding allowing a peek of the excitement within.
And the location, location, location? Sitting just one block back from the ocean, nestling under Signal Hill with views across Table Bay and up to the mountain – it is perfect.
I think I am in love with this stadium. It’s just a shame I have to share it with 67,999 others.
Yesterday was a great family day, with a rip to feed the ducks at the Arderne Gardens in Claremont, followed by an afternoon of drinking, swimming and braai’ing, none of which allowed any time to blog or play with any photos or watch any footy.
Today will also be a great family day and after an early start – because the kids woke us up early – we headed out to Hout Bay Market, which is very similar to the Christmas markets of Baveria and Austria, except that it’s 36°C at this one. This afternoon, some grandparental babysitting will be partaken of as Mrs 6000 and I nip over to Val de Vie to watch The Killers reverse supporting Zebra and Giraffe.
After the photos of the mayhem on Long Street and the views of the city, I thought that something a little smaller would be appropriate for a quota photo.
This little fellow stayed still just long enough for me to catch him (digitally) yesterday. Despite his diminutive stature, he’ll quite adequately bridge the gap between Saturday and Monday, when (I would imagine) a review of today’s concert will be available here.
