The next morning Alan, Matt, his two buds, me and three Argentine guys who we met on Saturday set out for a Argentine soccer game. Now this wasnīt just any Argentine soccer game. This was the Super Classic Boca Junior vs. River Plate game. Those are the two most popular soccer teams in Argentina and they only play each other twice a year and we had hit it just on the right weekend. In fact this game is so important because of the rivalry some people told me it even outdoes the final thus being the most important game of the year in Argentina. Well we werenīt willing to camp out for 4 days to get a ticket so we had to pay a high premium (for standing room only), but Argentine soccer is suppose to be some of the most passionate and exciting in the world, but times that by 10 because we were going to the most important game of the year! We arrived early and had to go through two layers of security before getting into the stadium 5 hours before the game (you might not get in if you donīt come early). Well about an 2 hours or so before the game started the standing section (our section) started to really tight and then when the fanitical Boca fan club arrived (La Doce, The 12) arrived with their trumpets, drums, banners, face paint, fire crackers and the works things got crazy. They started getting the drums rolling (they never missed a beat until the game ended) and soon after the chants started. Because we were all packed in like sardines we really didnīt have a choice, if the crowd was jumping we were jumping, if they were swaying we were swaying
. Just before the game started I looked around and realized the whole stadium was filled with people in blue and yellow (Bocaīs colors) and couldnīt figure out where the River fans were until the peeing started. Yes, the peeing! Because the game was in Bocaīs stadium they sell around 45,000 tickets to Boca fans and 5,000 to River fans who have their own barb-wired, cop surrounded section (yes these guys are nuts) which was right above us. The game was awesome as River scored in the first half with absolute silence from the 45,000 Boca fans for about 10 seconds until obscenities started flying left and right. From there the Boca situation went downhill as they got a red card and had to play a man down. Then River got a red card and it was even again. Then minutes later Bocaīs goalie had to foul a River player on a run away and he went big getting a red card. So now instead of 11 vs 11 it was 9 vs 10 but nonetheless Boca turned up the heat with way more shots on goal, but couldnīt put anything away until the last 5 minutes a Boca striker was fouled in the penalty box giving Boca a penatly kick. The Boca player scored it easily and the eruption that ensued was something of the likes I had never witness before. Not only did my ears go deaf from the noise, but I was hugged on every side by people I had never met. The game ended a 1-1 tie but for the 45,000 Boca fans it was a win as they game back in the last 5 minutes a man down to tie the game. It seemed as though the River fans thought the same thing as pee started raining down on our section (fortunately I was up under the roof) and a couple minutes later when they were let out they peed all over the halls and floors of the stadium. Well from there we made our way to bus station to catch our midnight bus to the Adventist University 6 hours away. Catch yah there...
The 3-hour flight to Buenos Aires was nice and short (sure beats the 50-hour bus ride) and not too long after landing I met up with Alan Newbold, Stephanie Jones and Morgan Rittenbach all friends from Walla Walla whom were just getting back from hiking through Torres del Paine. You have no idea how nice it was to see friends again for the first time in 3.5 months, I probably was pretty annoying as I just couldnīt stop talking. The next few days were a blur as we saw a lot around Buenos Aires, including the Adventist ghetto, and spent a lot until finally after Stephanie and Morgan had returned back the US for school Alan (he is studying at the Adventist College in Argentina) and I hooked up with an Adventist family in Florida, the Adventist ghetto for the last few days. Marcelo and Lizy were incredibly nice taking us to church and ice cream at the most incredible place ever, Via Flaminia (check out the photos). There we met up with another friend of mine from Walla Walla, Matt Henderson (also studying in Argentina), who had just gotten back from a trip through Chile with some other Walla Walla students