Let's go shopping!......again

Monday was left for parties to decide their own pathway of excitement...for a group of 3 men and 3 women with no pre organised football game, no organised activity and little ability to make a decision, that only meant one thing.......shopping! Did I say excitement? But wait, all was not lost...

Our new friend Tonia from the Mark Bosnich big bar advised us over the weekend that this was the place to go. Shopping for the ladies, a pub of which brews its own beer for the men and of course the kids would enjoy themselves because that’s the main thing. As it turns out...the plan worked.



Come lunchtime tour members would require a level of nutrition to keep them healthy and strong. For the boys, such replenishment meant an opportunity to view the Portugal v North Korea match. If the government in Korea were hesitant in showing their first game live, I should imagine that there was no way on earth that this 7-0 drubbing would make it to the media. Portugal put on a goal scoring clinic like no other in the tournament and marked the Portuguese intentions to go far beyond the group stages.

This evening the Mark Bosnich bar welcomed the new panel of Stan Lazaridis, Frank Arok and Irish Dave. Sadly for the panel, and thanks once again to Jack D, Mark, our new mate Brian (who incidentally also has a wife named Brian...think about it) and myself had managed to somehow create our own panel and recreate the sporting landscape as we know it. It appeared that the naming of ladies night tonight, with few to no ladies attending, meant to us we should step in and ensure that the party was kept alive. It was....we weren’t.

The journey back to the tent at 12.30am I am fairly positive became the length of a marathon. Why was it now that we decided it was time to check out who played for the teams in the photos of which are scattered throughout the depths of the stands?....this is a test match stadium, do you know how many photos of cricket teams there are in these places? Any logical thought process had by this time passed, and it would be interesting to know how many times Shaun Pollock’s name was mentioned within the next half hour period. No matter how clearly painfully obvious it was that Shaun had played both for the local dolphins team and of course the national side, for some reason it appeared a necessity to find every single picture with him in it.

From there it was decided that an intake of food may be a positive, but not realising the time, reality was met with a painful groan as it dawned that the food alley was closed. Being honest, this was probably a good thing. The regular meals of Bunny Chow were starting to take their toll. I must admit though, they are quite scrumptious for a half loaf of bread hollowed out and filled with a spicy casserole of sorts.....and irrespective of popular beliefs, it is actually chicken and beef, not bunny!