To date, this site has been followed in 52 countries. For all you statistics fans out there, here is a rundown of the ten cities (including two towns) in the world where this site has been most followed:
(Up to and including July 21)
1. Riga, Latvia
2. London, England
3. Leicester, England
4. Oslo, Norway
5. Birmingham, England
6. Kaunas, Lithuania
7. Nuneaton, England
8. Tallinn, Estonia
9. Johannesburg, South Africa
10. Linwood, USA
Understandably, Bjorn is feeling exhausted by his exertions of the past 13 months. I also feel pretty done in - both mentally and physically - by my much smaller contribution to 'The Shirt 2010' project.
It is hard to say, therefore, at this point in time, where exactly the project will go from here in the coming months. I very much hope there will still be an exhibition, book and 'The Shirt 2014', but it is impossible to say just now.
My advice would be to check this blog (let's say) once per month for any updates, and to continue logging on to www.theshirt2010.net every now and then to hear Bjorn's news and updates. I guess new previously unpublished photos will be added to both www.theshirt2010.net and www.justinworldcup.weebly.com on a regular basis in the coming weeks.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank every single one of you who has followed this project and supported us in any shape or form. The messages of support and encouragement were always greatly appreciated whilst on the road in Africa. I am sorry that it was often impossible to reply to you personally at that time.
I hope this project has encouraged us all to think more about the world's refugees. I hope each and every one of us will continue to think of the refugees in the future and, on occasion, offer our personal support to them wherever in the world they may be.
Thank you to you all!!
All the best,
Isn't it time that FIFA should be forced to behave within the boundaries of international law?
It is reported that the organisation has left South Africa with a tax-free profit of $2 billion.
Despite big promises from the likes of Blatter and Valcke that FIFA would 'provide the tools to help fight poverty and disease', football's world governing body has again taken advantage of the disadvantaged and then left the scene of the crime with obscene amounts of profit in its pockets.
If you wanted to buy merchandise while you were in South Africa then you could expect to pay anything up to 750 rand (65 pounds) just for a South African replica top. In fact, so strict was FIFA in enforcing its 'official merchandising' only rule that local businesses in South Africa were unable to offer cheaper quality alternatives to the FIFA-licensed products.
And how much did it cost FIFA to produce their official line of products? According to the UK's Guardian newspaper:
The Jabulani ball was not produced in Africa. Instead, it was made by Pakistani workers paid around less than 2 pounds per day.
World Cup mascot replicas were produced by Chinese workers earning less than 2 pounds per day.
Nike's world cup replica kits were produced in Jakarta by workers earning approximately 3 pounds per day.
Why couldn't these goods have been produced in Africa? Why couldn't those who made them have been paid a reasonable wage?
And as for reports that 1.2 million seats remained unsold for the 2010 World Cup - on the basis of what I saw that figure seems accurate. FIFA could have and SHOULD HAVE set aside 10,000 free tickets per match for the local community. Your average South African could not afford to attend the 2010 World Cup finals.
Those of us lucky enough to be in South Africa for the 2010 World Cup would be the first to take their hats off and congratulate the authorities for the way the tournament was run.
However, the absurd prison sentences that have been dealt out to a number of individuals for what are, on the whole, petty crimes have left myself and many other visitors with a bitter taste in our mouths. Here are two examples where fines, rather than prison sentences would have sufficed:
22-year-old Themba Makhubu is serving a five-year sentence for allegedly stealing a telephone.
21-year-old Martin Palmer is serving 12 years in prison for breaking in to a tourist's room and stealing a decoder.
Come on South Africa! Do the sensible thing and release these individuals with a fine. They have already served enough time inside.
Who was the best player at this year's world cup?
Personally, up until the final and third-place play off, I was 100% with Schweinsteiger but, now, I'd also have Forlan and Iniesta in the running.
You can vote now by scrolling down to the right-hand side of this screen. Simply click on the player you want, then scroll down to the bottom and click 'vote'.
19% of you correctly predicted Spain would win the world cup in the previous vote on this site.
Please stay posted over the next few days. I hope to upload plenty of new photos from the past three months on to this site...and post some final thoughts and news.
Sunday, July 11
Joburg - Dubai - Birmingham
It's almost 24 hours from South Africa to England with two eight-hour flights and an eight-hour stopover in Dubai.
Dubai crushes my spirit somewhat. I had planned to leave the airport and explore the city for a few hours but it is 41 degrees, I have come down with a cold, and I couldn't sleep on the overnight leg here.
It's all bling, bling, bling as the majority of passengers are frantically running around duty free buying perfume, cameras and gold chains. I can't be doing with it. Give me the friendly laid-back vibe of South Africa instead of this nonsense.
It's clear skies all the way over Saudi Arabia, Jordan, Syria and Lebanon before we head out to sea and the final leg of my journey home.
So many amazing memories from the past 17 weeks flash through my mind.
I feel so proud of what the project has achieved and I feel privileged to have been involved in it all with Bjorn.
The world cup and the South African road trip were the icing on the cake. I had a brilliant laugh with the lads: Geordie Robin, Colombian Rich, Blackburn, Camper Van Nick, Aussie Tim and Swiss Fabio - to name but a few. South Africa was the ultimate road trip.
The plane touches down at Birmingham and I'm in the same pub watching the World Cup final as where I began this adventure back on April 8, nervously waiting for my flight to Nairobi.
My friend Andy picks me up from the airport at half time so we can watch the second half at his house in Solihull. My head is spinning as i tell him and his lovely lady, Vickie, all about the past three months, while on the TV the Dutch team turn the concept of 'total football' into 'zero football' on the other side of the world in South Africa.
I'm glad Spain beat Holland. The Dutch, especially the likes of Van Bommel, were a disgrace at times. It seems bizarre that I was in Joburg just 24 hours ago and that Bjorn and Blackburn might have been in that stadium with Mandela tonight.
After a couple of beers with Andy and Vic we call it a night. I'm absolutely done in. I've also got a live radio interview with BBC Leicester at 7am to look forward to in the morning.
Saturday, July 10
I meet Bjorn who is looking even more knackered than me.
"You must be more than ready to go home?" I ask him
"You can't imagine. I don't even want to think about these last five days here. I want to see my kids now."
Bjorn (as well as Blackburn) is hoping to get into tomorrow's final here in Joburg.
I will be more than satisfied to watch it on the TV if I get back to the UK in time.
I say my temporary goodbyes to Blackburn, who has been a brilliant laugh over these past few weeks at the world cup.
I say my temporary goodbyes to Bjorn, who was an absolutely amazing companion to travel 6500 kilometres with from Kenya to South Africa.
I will miss both of them, but now it's time for me to catch the brand new 'Gautrain' from Sandton to Joburg International and my plane home...
Well, at least that's what I had hoped: When I get to the airport I discover that there is no record of my flight booking on Emirates' computer system.
It's a bit stressful for a few minutes but, luckily, I somehow manage to get rebooked on to my original flight by paying for a new ticket at the airport ticket office. It's fortunate that I arrived at the airport 4 hours before the flight.
Germany are playing Uruguay in the third-place play off. The idea of this match is a bit pointless in football but I am more than happy to watch messrs Forlan and Ozil take to the pitch one last time in South Africa.
One of the things I have loved about this country is how laid back the people are. Point in case is two dozen of us sitting on the hallway floor in the departures terminal watching the match. At least half of those present are airport staff. In another country they'd probably lose their jobs and I'd get a telling off for lounging about like this. But here, nobody cares. I think it's brilliant.
Forlan hits the crossbar with the final kick of the match. Simultaneously passengers begin filing on to the aircraft for our flight to Dubai. My last image of South Africa is a black airport worker holding his head in his hands and remarking "Forlan is brilliant. I wish he could have scored that goal and got the golden boot."
I'm really going to miss this beautiful country and its lovely people.
Friday, July 9
The Shirt is proudly hanging in Brightwater Shopping Mall, Joburg. It's a fantastic sight.
While I've been roadtripping it around South Africa these past three weeks, Bjorn and Marianne have been hard at work in Joburg continually spreading the word to the international press. Bjorn has even been featured on Costa Rican TV.
Catch all his latest news here
Truthfully, I'd be very happy to fly home today, but I am hoping to spend my last full day with Bjorn catching up on the past few weeks and reminiscing back over the adventure from Kenya to Kopfontein.
It turns out though that Bjorn is booked up with shirt commitments around the Gauteng area and, as I don't have transport, I can't meet him.
Later on friday he also has to pull out of our planned 'last night on the beers':
"Sorry mate. I'm with Nelson Mandela's photographer and Morgan Freeman. Catch you tomorrow lunchtime in the pub."
Blown out for Morgan Freeman! I suppose I can forgive him on this occasion :)
Instead, Blackburn and I spend my last evening in South Africa in the Nigerian gangster pub over the road from our guesthouse. This is where I first found Blackburn stumbling around all those weeks ago, before the World Cup had even begun.
It's Castle and Klipdrift, then time to pack my bags...