Stadium security guard to me: what kind of pregnant lady goes to a rock show?
Me to stadium security guard: the kind that bought her tickets before she fell pregnant.
As you can see, I didn’t take any pictures of the concert. Why? Because we had seated tickets – which were pretty far from the stage. Other people around me were taking LOADS of pictures – on their phones – but I didn’t see the point of having pictures of ant-sized band people and flashing lights.
Instead, you get to look at all the pictures I took in Soweto at Chaf Pozi (a shebeen/shisa nyama)- where we went for lunch and drinks before we went to the concert. (I drank water – everyone else got semi-rat-faced on beer). I’d never seen the Orlando Cooling Towers before and the bungee jumping that was going on the whole afternoon looked pretty frikkin’ scary. I also took a quick walk around the abandoned power station portion, but didn’t have much time to get more than a few quick snaps, as our bus was leaving for the stadium.
It was a long day for a pregnant lady. If it wasn’t for the fact that our tickets were seated, I would never have survived. The traffic out of the stadium was a hot mess. The crowds were insane. All of the smokers around me made me feel nauseous. I was super-grateful to get into my bed. Twelve hours after we’d left home earlier that day.
Two days later. I still have this song in my head.