SOUTH AFRICA TRIP: DAY 7

On the way back from the Magaliesberg, we stopped at the Cradle of Mankind, an overwrought, underinteresting globalists' wet dream loosely based on the fact that some of the skeletal remains of human ancestors were found in the area. The monolingual Japanese tourists cutting in line enmasse didn't help. Into a cave where the bones are found...mostly of antelopes. And it's FREEZING COLD - everywhere, not just the cave.

HAKUNA MATATA: Back in johannesburg, Justine's mom made a delicious dinner.

OH...AFRICA: That awful red card in the South Africa - Uruguay game ended up killing off the host country's chance at the next round. Too bad, it would have been a mad house. I think we saw the team bus en route to the game and the whole neighborhood was chasing it, vuvuzelas in tow.

WC TIP: So supposedly the world cup is one massive party with constant global hook-ups. The radio was atwitter with the million condoms story, the naming of twins Bafana and Mexico. But everywhere Justine and I went, Justine was about the only girl there. I don't know if it was the South Africa, the winter, or the soccer, but, as is most often the case for young men headed out to meet random ladies: PREPARE FOR DISAPPOINTMENT. Go for the soccer, not the party.

JUSTINE'S TIPS ON SOUTH AFRICA: Mulva pudding. It's good.