Blou Bulls for the win

Before I came here to South Africa, I asked two interns if they had any advice for me, because they had spent a year each in Johannesburg. Matt O'brien had this to say: "hmm...tips...well don't die...that's important. that's #1. Drive on the correct side of the ride. That's a corolary to not dying. If you go over fisher's hill, before you get to the freeway, there's a 24-hour pizza place on the right. Check it out. Oh, and check the expiration date on the bottle of ketchup in the church kitchen cupboard. It's been there for a while. I think Conrad has the key to the room." So I haven't died so that has been good, and I have been to the Fisher's Hill, but need to find the pizza joint. The only problem that I've had driving here is in parking lots. I find that the one place where I find myself wanting to be on the right side of the road.
And Matt Floreen, one of the other interns had this to say: "I'm with Matty-O... don't die. Tip #2 is when people say "We must have you come to a rugby match sometime," hold them to it. People told me that for a year and never took me. Pick a couple people to really, really invest in. Buy cheap clothes at Mr. Price, not PEP. Encourage random people by SMS. Commission a craftsman at Bruma to make you a one-of-a-kind carving. Learn a song in Afrikaans, Zulu, Xhosa, and Sotho. Teach the Lambano kids some good games. Learn the proper way to braai. Make sure the young adults remember how to make s'mores. Always ask your host if you can bring something. Learn how to use a fork and knife together. Offer visitors tea, and make it the right way (Rooibos steeps way longer than Five Roses.) Learn Vuyo's skunk poem. Tip the car guards 2 rand. If you buy stuff to take home, keep the receipt and get the VAT refund at the airport. Always walk people out to the gate. The standard response to "howzit?" is "Fine and you." You'll do great."
It seems like not dying is pretty important, and with all the crime here it's good advice. In the last week there have been two hijackings on the street that I'm living on. And Beth Mack was in a restaraunt a week ago and it was held up by some armed robbers. God was good in protecting her and her family, but crime is real here.
I have learned a song in a different language, I haven't needed to buy clothes, braai-ing (bbq-ing) is a breeze, and I have commissioned a craftsman.
The one thing that I was pretty excited about was the rugby game that i needed to go to. And that hope came to fruition yesterday. Lonngren, Eddy, and Garth took me to a Johannesburg Lions vs. Pretoria Blou Bulls game. And after, Lonngren's mom made a meal for a king. It was a traditional Afrikaans meal and it was so good. We were chearing for the Lions, but they got beat by the Bulls.
So here are some pics of the game.