FORçA MOçAMBIQUE

Somebody is digging in my pocket, and he is not being descrete about it either. my phone is in it, so I pull out his hand and take a step forward. not two seconds after someone else gives it ago. we are almost at the front now, and it seems like this entrance isnt the right one either - so we run to the next one, where they tell us to go back to the previous. Its raining and Im sliding on my sandals. "We have tickets, we have tickets" and finally we enter into this spectaculare world of football which is same same but ô sô different evrywhere :-) today is Zambia vs. Mozambique, and we are here to chear on the Black Mambas FORçA MOçAMBIQUEEEE !!! The half time show presents kick-ass dance crews among them two mighty guys in orange suits dancing kuduru (which is by far the coolest dance for guys in the world.). the air is full of smells of grilled chicken. and something else... something in the area of wet goat. hmm appears that its coming from me xD. Its a good crowd, and the rain stops after a while... the game is so-so though, and after the second goal from Zambia, people start walking out.... We ride back to the city while listening the soundtrack of the lion king (which inevitably makes me send happy thoughts to Hanna, Tolga and the studenthouse´s crappy DJ´s one hit wonder) and end the day with chilli-chicken-piri-piri.