airport 5 July 2009
I am sitting in Jo’burg airport having a beer and contemplating what we did before WIFI/internet access and mobile phones and communication at will. It’s both a blessing and a hindrance, of course, ‘cos there’s no hiding anywhere now. One of the things I started off with when i wrote THE WOMAN ON THE BUS was the wondering about how long any person could hide from their life and the answer is not very long. For example, I used my credit card 90 minutes ago – that’ll be on a screen somewhere now and I am presently using paid for access to the ‘interweb’ – again very traceable.
Anyhow, some things I noticed yesterday and failed to report – there was no queue for the pristine and well stocked ladies loo in Ellis Park after the match – then again, us women weren’t exactly LEGION at the event – still…big plus there for South Africa.
There were some Scots behind us in the crowd, playing Flower of Scotland on bagpipes, and wearing kilts and English Bobby’s helmets, and that struck me as incongruous at first but then I realised it is the UNITED Kingdom (sometimes) so why not?
My favourites, though, were the lads in full formal Lions garb and pith helmets – you could see them, sitting in a row, from any part of the stadium – and these were the Gibraltor supporters, I learned.
Off on the 11 or so hour flight to London’s Town now and from thence, later tomorrow, to Hibernia…I’ll report from That Other Side when all’s flung into the washing machine and a bottle of Fine Wine is opened to share with my sis in law Rebecca (the brilliant painter) on that end of the works.
