Yesterday, being Sunday, was a day of rest. Sleep was high on the agenda, but so too was time to meet new people and catch up with some of the new friends that I had already made. Wandering around this rather large base property, there were plenty of other people with the same idea.
Entertainment for the family happening at a venue across the road resounded within the trees and buildings that I was walking through, and during my short visit to this place I saw traditional dances from Argentina and Bolivia including Tango, Gaucho something, and Samba or Salsa (or perhaps both, as my awareness of these dances is still not very high except that I know they look great to watch).
After moving back to the base property, I found some friends and settled in for a relaxing afternoon of chats about nothing in particular. Our table was full of laugther that came mostly from tiredness and silly things, amongst other tables of serious talkers. As we relaxed during the afternoon the hour for a football game between Brazil and Chile arrived and in true style, the Brazilians reflected as much vigor, passion, and emotion for the game as the Argentines do.
The first 30 minutes of the game saw Brazil score four goals. It was not necessary to watch the game to know this. Every goal elicited a raucous shout from all of the Brazilians in the area, followed by songs of victory, shouts of encouragment and lots of dancing and jiggling. It was a party atmosphere throughout the whole game, and their high spirits were very infective, placing smiles, grins, and laughs on all of those around.
It was quite late before I finally returned back to my “ranch” where I was staying. During the day I had met a number of fellow Australians spread around in various corners of the globe including Chad, Mexico, and Brazil, and some other interesting people too. One of these people was a man working in the University in Kosovo, teaching the political undergraduate students the Biblical principles they need to be the next leaders of their country.
Today, the “program” starts for real. Our previous three days were totally unorganised (I refrain from saying dis-organised because it was actually organised to not be organised) but now we have been given a German-precision timetable to run by. What a difference. The beauty of so many nations working together is that we get this sort of diversity every single day.
Time for lunch, and I am off to join one of the many queues that abound out there. Asian food, Brazilan BBQs, hamburgers, pizzas, and dozens of other choices abound. I think today will be lunch in the restaurant, where they serve up pastas and rices sufficient for a Sumo wrestler.
Another great day.