"What is wrong with your football team?" an Australian bloke asks me in the lift on the way to breakfast
"England were very bad, weren't they?" the South African waiter serving coffee at breakfast suggests.
"I thought you guys were good: Rooney, Lampard, Gerrard. What's the problem?" the Kurdish restaurant manager states and questions at lunch at Mesopotamia.
Cape Town is a very cool city. As well as its beautiful setting and being a good night out there're also loads of quality sights to be discovered. Our afternoon football-free stroll takes us around the castle, parliament buildings, botanical gardens and into the earthy streets and painted houses of Bo-Kaap, where the locals are friendly and very pleased to see foreign football fans. Those of us who are visiting South Africa for the first time still can't quite comprehend the seeming lack of undercurrent between the resident blacks and the whites. Blacks never seem to double take whites, and only a handful of whites, most of whom are nervous tourists, appear to do it to blacks.
Near the History of Slavery Museum there's a bench marked "White's Only" left to remind and educate about the apartheid era. It is incomprehensible to me that individuals could be so bigoted as to even write signs on benches prohibiting people from sitting down there if the colour of their skin was not white. It is absurd beyond words.
Saturday night Cape Town lives up to expectations, the bars and clubs of Long Street and Cape Quarter guaranteeing a hangover upon a hangover...upon a hangover for sunday morning.