Previously during my trip: Michael Caine from Children of Men picks me up from the airport and a Portuguese restaurant doesn't know the meaning of ambient music.
I awake the next morning, and I have a few errands to run
before reporting as a volunteer tomorrow. I first need to acquire my
accreditation, which is a badge that needs to be worn while in the stadium
area. The badges are color-coded, depending on the type of badge issued
(volunteer, media, etc.), and each badge has numbers (one through nine), that
indicates the areas where the person is allowed to go.
Since my hostel was located close to Johannesburg’s other
stadium (Ellis Park), I figured that I could probably go get accreditation
there and save myself a trip to the other stadium (Soccer City, where I was
assigned to work), which is about a twenty-minute drive across town.
Since I don’t have a car (the preferred mode of transport
for Johannesburgians(?)), I start to walk to the stadium, but I first need
breakfast. I pass a local grocer (not a supermarket), and I look around to find
something to eat. I see a lot of weird packaging, strange food items,
unfamiliar brand names, and nothing particularly portable or appealing for
breakfast. I opt to buy some things from the bakery in the back of
the store, where they have freshly baked bread. I get some rolls, which are
very inexpensively priced, less than one rand ($0.15) each. The rolls prove to
be delicious, and I start trekking downhill, and I see the stadium in the
distance.