What were the TB Guides up to during the Soccer World Cup?
As the opening ceremony was under- way I was in China, nishing o a bumper tour for pheasants in Sichuan (Blue Eared-Pheasant being my favor- ite!). I then took in a game or two during a frantic few days “R and R” back in Quito, Ecuador before ying out to Australia. I got o the plane in Australia to hear the news of how bad England had performed, although that was soon forgotten as I headed to Papua New Guinea for my rst tour of two 2010 tours of the island. While there I managed to see Brazil outclassed by Holland, and look in on an array of birds-of-paradise (displaying Raggianas being a high- light), pigeons (the enormous South- ern Crowned Pigeon being the abso-
lute tour favorite for most), kingshers in the process
Shovel-billed Kookaburra and Brown-headed Paradise-Kingsher stood out for some). After this I rested up in Australia in between PNG tours, picking up a lifer Black-breasted Buttonquail and a conding pair of Beach Thick-Knees at Rainbow Beach (along with this cute and photogenic Variegated Fairy- wren), before further days o in Lamington NP. I watched a largely disappointing nal in the dark of night in the O’ Reilly’s rainforest bar. However, as the sun had come up before the end of extra time I walked out of the bar (passed by a few cute Red-necked Pademelons munching on the lawn), and into an Albert’s Lyrebird. Much better than the soccer
nal for me! So, one World Cup, four
dierent countries, and a whole lot of birds in between!
WORLD CUP AFTER THOUGHTS
There is no doubt that, one had to be present to fully comprehend how huge this tournament was, both from a sporting perspective but a social impact perspective as well. South Africa lived one of the sweetest, coolest most vibrant and exhilarating periods of its existence. The nishing in time, taming of demons, sprouting of hope, solidarity, push and pull the country and its people engaged in was nothing short of formidable. As South Africans the warmth of a common goal, the pride of hosting such an event and the glut that ensued as the event progressed and the wheels were not coming o, was as unexpected as it is indescribable to explain. Feeling the eyes of the world upon, the happiness of satised visitors, enjoying our city, praising the event and learning that South Africa is not as bad as the media make it, was a highly emotional experience. As a family both Keith and I took our children on several occasions to experience the “Fan Walk” a two kilometer stroll that went from the Train Station in Adderley to the impressive Cape Town Stadium. The mood was electric, safety was paramount, but at no stage did we ever feel that even with kids it was unsafe to be about. A human column
thousand people stadium, some with
tickets, on the
and others simply joining in vibe. An the vibe was fueled
by dancing bands, music carnival oats, pavement blaring vuvuzelas, honking
bands, artists, kuduz-
ags, wigs and
all sorts of
soccer. The rst