So all in all it took 51 hours to go from my door in Norfolk to my accomodation in Joburg. In all honesty, that’s just a small price to be at the World Cup. The flight from Madrid to Joburg was unreal, there were probably about 20 of the 32 countries represented on board the flight.
The Spanish national team flew out of the same airport just a few hours before, but it was impossible to see them as they went out the back way. But I did get some good pictures of the plane…not that that shows much.
Since we were delayed 2 hours and landed in Joburg at roughly 1:15pm on the 11th, all the Mexicans on the flight were frantic. They all just got off the plane, left their luggage at the airport and went straight to Soccer City, which is not very close to the airport as it’s in Soweto. Hopefully they made it, all I know is they were not a very happy bunch when that delay sign went up.
All in all, the flight was easily the coolest flight I’ve ever been on. The plane was adrift with World Cup banter, flags, national team jerseys and a whole lot of Brazilian chanting.
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