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Slovaks, Kids and Evil Bird-Raising Hoteliers

There’s a by-the-numbers journalistic trick–one I that I have, sadly, employed on more than one occasion–in which, after observing their subject for a time, said journalist writes a piece in which he or she “discovers” some great truth about it. Here’s … Continue reading

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Animals (Some Suicidal) and Vistas (Some Not Visible)

Shortly before Mravic—who has pretty much gone off the grid at this point, leaving Randmarks entirely to me—and [The Boy…] arrived in Cape Town, I hit Table Mountain, which is a big mesa kind of thing with excellent views of … Continue reading

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By the Numbers

Stats from the first fortnight in Africa (Bechtel only)…. Games seen in person: 6 Goals seen: 9 Men in elephant costumes embraced by: 2 Men in elephant costumes gored by: 1 Miles flown: 12,214 Total miles in car: 1,745 Miles … Continue reading

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Soccerball!

So there have been complaints from a large percentage of the readership (that is, two of you) that there’s not enough soccer on the blog. While I realize it sets a dangerous precedent to allow the readers to dictate the … Continue reading

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Elephants (Literal)

After putting away a delicious $7 T-bone at a bar called Grazers following the Cote d’Ivoire game (Evans and I in our matching orange Ivory Coast jerseys, a purchase inspired by being drunk on equal parts joy and Budwesier), we … Continue reading

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Elephants (Metaphorical)

Tuesday morning we drove to Port Elizabeth, which is a long haul (about eight hours), but it’s incredibly scenic and a lot more mountainous than expected, especially this far south. (Basically the drive is along the southern coast—they call it … Continue reading

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In Rainbows

And then came Cape Town. Beautiful, so much so that the fiasco that was Jo’burg has been more or less forgotten. It’s the middle of winter here, so it’s always threatening to rain. But when it does, it usually stops … Continue reading

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