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We were back at the Pit Stop at about 2.30pm and reacquainted with Abbie and Iz again. We told them about our adventures and they told us of their escapades, to be honest I think they must have missed us as they didn't do too much. A storm set in and as I was hoping to catch up my blogs but I ended up being distracted by the movie in the TV room. It was the quality bromance film - I Love You Man. After the film had finished I had a quick shower, got ready and met the Australian guys Stewart and Jamie. While I was away they had acquired tickets for the Nacional game, they were playing in the Copa Sudamerica, which I think is like the UEFA Cup / Europa League in Europe only taken far more seriously in South America. We set off with the intentions of getting the metro to the stadium but with the mix of others going to the game, people finishing work and regular commuters the metro was packed to the rafters, so we decided to jump in a taxi which only ended up being slightly more than the metro. Our first stop was a to meet up with a Dutch guy at a bar I can't remember for the life of me, we had a few Pilsen and then headed to the ground to watch Atletico Nacional take on the Peruvian side Cesar Vallejo. We were opposite the main section of mad fans but there was a small pocket of fans stood, jumping and singing so we decide to stand with them to get the best of the atmosphere. I met Charlie Sheen again there and it wasn't long before we realised we were sat with some Escobar fanatics, they were chanting Pablo, Pablo owns the club, snorting cocaine off flick knifes and had Nacional, Escobar and Che Guevara tattoo's all over the, I was well out of my depth but you could do nothing but stand their clap along and be confident. There was no trouble I think thanks to Nacional winning with a deflected goal, though I didn't see much of the action my eyes being distracted by the shenanigans happening all around me. It was a crazy intense experience but I was glad when we were back outside the ground and in the safe sanctuary of a bar having beers. In other news it was like I was becoming a lucky mascot for Nacional I had been to three games and they had won everyone and not even conceded a goal. I don't think it was a coincidence they lost their next game when I wasn't present. Back to the night and time was flying by it was half midnight by the time we left the ground near the bar, we swung by my hostel so I could put on some jeans and drop off Isabelle's coat. Despite it being very small I had borrowed the coat just in case. I knew the stadium was open roof and there had been a storm all afternoon, I didn't want to be a poncho w***er, as it happened I much preferred wearing a girls coat which was much too small. It didn't rain either, but I guarantee if I didn't have the coat it would have rained bucket loads. As I scrambled back for my jeans not impressing the taxi driver with my apparent slamming of doors I bumped into the girls who had just returned from a night out and said it was dead but we still headed to the park anyway and they were right it was dead and not much was happening, instead we decided to have a dungeon party, which is just basically a hostel party. On the way to and from the hostel we were stopped by police twice. I assume they were looking for drugs, it was quite the hassle especially the second time but it is good to know they are on top of the drug situation, though many people who I have spoken to since then said that the officers are just after bribes from gringos.
I rolled in at 5am and I was up at 9am for the egg breakfast. I wanted some dippy eggs. Iz advised me to boil them for eight minutes because they we were at altitude, they ended up being hard boiled, I wasn't impressed with the information. I got my s*** together, had a shower and checked out. I went to the supermarket which coincided with Abs and Iz leaving for their plane to Cartagena so they conned me to carry some of their hand luggage half way to the metro stop. The supermarket trip was brilliant mainly because of the free ice cream taster I got as I walked around the store searching for bananas and juice. When I returned y attention turned to getting a good book, I looked on hostel world and found heaps of hostels close to me so I decided to go and check out their book exchanges. I went Black Sheep even though Earl had been there and said there was nothing, he was right, well half right there was Marching Powder which is a class book but I had already read it. I also tried Casa Kiwi, Memphis, Casa Provenza and Tiger Paw but there was nothing. They either had no good books, all in German, didn't understand me, thought I wanted to book a tour or in the case of Tiger Paw I was greeted by a hideous American woman who had the worse plastic surgery in the world and somehow I think she thought this gave her the right to be very rude. If she was an employee there my advice would be stay away, both her face and personalities would give you nightmares. There was only one thing that would help my hangover and disappointment of the book search and that was the Stacker Meal from Burger King.
I just got back to the hostel before the storm erupted, it gave me chance to sort the photos from Earl's phone and crack on with my blogs, though when it got to writing my blogs I again got distracted by a film, this time Sin City 2 - A Dam To Kill For. So by the time I met Charlie Sheen before I left for one last swansong I was no further with my blog and then it was time to get the night bus back up to Cartagena.
So until next time stay safe and take care
Adi
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