After three days of fantastic hospitality Gary drives us to Durban's spanking new international airport, 30 kilometres out of the city.
Despite only booking the flight a day earlier we have managed to secure two one-way flights to Cape Town that don't break the bank. If you want a sense of how big South
Africa is then just consider the fact that it is a two-hour flight from Durban to Cape Town. Not long after reaching cruising altitude we cross the Drakensburg. The captain suggests we look out the window where, below us, parts of South Africa and Lesotho are covered in deep snow. Even many of the areas at lower altitudes are painted white.
Robin and I are also painted before reaching Cape Town as the Kulula stewardesses dawb English and South African flags on our faces shortly before landing.
Firearms can be deposited at Cape Town airport, according to one sign we spot.
There appear to be more staff on hand than there are tourists to ensure our safe passage to the city centre. Our 50 Rand bus soon passes a hard-edged looking township. It is quickly apparent that wealth and poverty live side by side in this city on a scale even more extreme perhaps than Joburg. It is also a city of extreme beauty: the magnificent Table mountain soaring 1,000 metres straight up from the sea below.
It couldn't be much easier or simpler to get into central Cape Town. Each arriving football fan seems to have five of his or her personal helpers to direct them to their intended destination.
Home for us is the Inn On The Square. It's an excellent three-star in cobbled Greenmarket Square with to-die-for views of Table Mountain. We seem to have left Africa and arrived in Europe.
In the evening Robin and I watch Bafana Bafana hit the wall against Uruguay at the Cool Britannia Arena. It's not pleasant seeing our hosts getting turned over 3-0 and knowing they are most likely out of the tournament.
Adjacent to the main hall is the beautiful sight of 'The Shirt'. Close on a hundred people of every creed and colour are crowded around taking photos and pointing excitedly at 600 shirts displayed in the main lobby of the Cape Town International Convention Centre.
It makes me feel extremely proud.
The night finishes with us witnessing the world swearing record being beaten. Afrikaans band Die Antwoord are currently one of the most popular bands in the country. If you thought Hip Hop had sold out and become mainstream then you need to spend an hour in the company of this bunch. Afrikaans is a colourful language at the best of times, but
Die Antwoord are something else.