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Travel Blogs from Fortaleza
As we come to the end of our Brazilian adventure we had the pleasure of achieving one of my ambitions of watching Brazil play football in Brazil in a major competition. As you can tell from the photo we could not wish for better seats as we had VIP access and sat on the half way line. We were apparently sitting with a number of Brazilian celebrities but as none were footballers I had no idea who they were. The atmosphere was superb ...
... cratered and I offer exhibits #1, #2, #3 #4 & #5 namely, Italy,
Portugal, England, Russia and Spain, all consigned to being eminently
forgettable. Scandal plagued, Uruguay, Cameroon and Ghana and they got what
they deserved, an early ousting. Once again that Titan of Considered Thought,
Yaya Toure (he of the "I want a transfer away from my £200,000 a week job at Man City
because they didn't give me a birthday card ) opened his gob and
Travelled to Fortaleza today, has been a rough day.. Our flight from Manaus to Forteza had one stop over in Belen however we didn't have to leave the plane which was so mint. We also bumped into Simon Harrison, a dude that went to Uni in Wellington. He was travelling with his family and was randomly on the same airport leaving at the same time and on the same plane as ...
... measure to the Swiss choosing
to play the Gruyere defence. Maybe France is for real but perhaps not, as the
potential is very real for the more entertaining Gallic tantrums which would
derail everything. In the last game of the day, my boys from Ecuador squeezed
out a 2-1 win against guys with a big H on their shirts.On the local front, the
mood is changing in Fortaleza as the German invasion is now fully loaded. Now ...
... to be met by a helpful Brazilian member of staff who introduced us to the owner. The owner claimed to be an ex-pro golfer on the European Tour, he was Dutch with a bald head and swinging round in a kind of hammock-chair as we were introduced to him; our answer of "we're from England" was met with a response of "I f***ing hate the English" - nice to meet you too you shifty Bond villain wannabe.
The hostel ticked no boxes of what you expect and was ...