Jozi

It’s also the city where I live, and one of the main venues of the 2010 world cup. Soon South Africa will be swamped with men from all over the world. And apart from soccer, they also want girls. Nude girls. I’m here to make sure they get the best strippers in the country, at SYWBAS.

SYWBAS is on a quest to find the best strippers in South Africa, all conveniently in time to exploit the 2010 world cup fever.
We will present the world with South Africa’s top finalists by the time the hordes descend on our shores.
One of Amsterdam’s more famous on-line individuals is the Simon Cowell of our show,
and of course our international audience who will be entertained by our contestants blogs and they get to vote!

Do you have what it takes to become the best stripper in SA and later the world?

OK, how does this work? If you want to be featured on this site, send me an email: cilla@soyouwannabeastripper.com. I’ll put your photo and your vital statistics on the blog. If you get enough votes from the visitors, you get your very own weblog, and a gallery in the members area, for free! I’ll need the following from you: a good photograph (not nude), and the following: Height,  Hair colour, Eye colour, Bust size, Hip size, Waist size, Shoe size, and your specialities and hobbies. (All measurements in centimeters, please)

First things first:

I decided to drastically reduce the size of my photos. Last night it took me almost an hour to upload my previous post with the amsterdam pics.
Had an uneventful flight, and watched Harry Potter 1 through 4 along the way. Arrived slightly ahead of schedule, and was met by a real cutie holding this sign:

South Africa welcomes amsterdambabe

LOL it was so amazing, when I came out of customs he was the first person I saw. I felt like a VIP!
I wanted to take the pic of him holding the sign the way I saw him when I came through the doors, but he’s camera-shy.

The airport was very different from what I’d expected of Africa. Very modern, very 1st-world.

Johannesburg International Airport terminal

See the football adverts? They’re everywhere!

It was weird…after getting up at 4 AM, flying all day, watching 4 movies, all the impressions etc, one would think I’d be tired, but I wasn’t. Or maybe I was, but it’s a different sort of tired, the sort where you’re wide awake. The first ting I did when I got my mobile internet connection sorted was to upload the post I’d written on the plane, which took an hour, but even then I was wide awake.  I finally managed to fall asleep at about 4 AM and was woken around noon by my mobile phone welcoming me to S.A.

I went outside to get my first daytime look at where I’m staying:

44 Stanley Avenue

The area is awesome. What was a once series of industrial buildings is now a whole plethora of trendy boutiques, restaurants and design studios. It’s like the P.C. Hooftstraat spread over an entire city block. Had  brunch at one of the restaurants, and was a bit disappointed…not at the quality, but at the fact that it’s not a whole lot cheaper than Amsterdam. Then again, it’s not the neighbourhood for bargains

Met our Creative Director at 2, and he took me on a whirlwind tour of the city in his fancy BMW. He talks as fast as he drives, he’s clever and funny and cute and sadly he has a girlfriend. I might just jump his bones anyway
He’s very passionate about South Afrrica, and he loves Johannesburg, which he calls Jozi. In fact he talks about Jozi like she’s a girl…at first I thought his girlfriend’s name was Jozi.

Multi-level highway, Johannesburg

Ever seen anything like this? I was amazed. There’s another highway on top!

Another view of Johannesburg

Weird. the palm trees and the hacienda look, are we in Mexico? No, there are skyscrapers in the background, this must be a shopping mall.
Impressions, impressions, impressions. They build up constantly, everything the same as Europe, in a way, but also just slightly different. Jozi is a bit of a slut, it seems, but with a lot of attitude.

Tower with football

And everywhere you look, the football madness. I’ve been here for less than a day, and already I feel like either giggling hysterically or screaming whenever I see a football…how must the people who live here feel? Or is it just me?

OK, I’ve been invited to a Portuguese restaurant in a street that’s apparantly famous because they film a TV soap there every day, just around the corner from here. Catch you later