Lunchtime football at the height of Cape Town summer has killed me.
Almost literally.
I’ll be back tomorrow, assuming I make it through the night.
Lunchtime football at the height of Cape Town summer has killed me.
Almost literally.
I’ll be back tomorrow, assuming I make it through the night.
I’ve only watched a game with copious ammounts of cool drinks and lots of shade. Still I am shattered. Can’t imagine doing anything active in that heat today. Respect.
I almost literally lost my sense of sight. Tunnel vision that only two cokes and icepack to the back of the neck could fix. You’re the only one I’ve heard from since the game. I think we may be the only survivors.