Football

I played in my second match of football (soccer in the U.S.) tonight. The first round was next to CeCe Beach. There is a fishing village next to the restaurant with boats, nets, houses, and people who like to play football. I walked down the shore and watched for a while in the scorching sun. I was beckoned to join, so I did. Now, I felt that I would do all right. I can run for about an hour right now and have always been able to hold my own in the sport. And then, we began to play together. Maybe I’m just a sissy, but after twenty minutes of sprinting back and forth in the sand, without fresh water, under the early afternoon sun, I was pooped. So with a little whimper on the inside, I asked for a sub. The rest of the match lasted another fifteen minutes. No one else took a sub. I also asked how long they had been playing for. The response was casual- three hours. Yikes! Looks like tall white man didn’t hold his own too well. But hey, we all had fun.

Tonight we played in a field inside of the port with ten Mercyshippers. We asked the UN troops from Nepal if they wanted to join, but they were busy doing exercises. A good time was had by all. I was happy to play on solid ground and to wear shoes. I was also happy to land a pair of goals. At the end of the match I finally realized how dirty we all were. The dirt here is like the stuff in Georgia. Can anyone guess what color the soil is here?

After an evening of fun