Apocalypse, No: Super Cali. Fragile expectations. We're atrocious

NB Keep an eye out, as I will be putting up a few posts in quick succession to get the blog up to date!

"Parque Del Perro". Dog shown smaller than actual size.
(No, really, it was such a crap statue, it is smaller than the real dog.)

We caught up with Aliz again in Cali, where we watched the Colombia-Greece game with her Colombian friends Claudia and Carlos and their two lads.

It was all a bit mental. When they won 3-0, Columbia was just warming up.

Putting the dampener on it all were the government, who had chosen this weekend to hold the General Election second round of voting. So, the country was dry after six pm and all of Sunday - great.

Carlos, before England sent him to sleep

We repaired to Claudia and Carlos' lovely pad for a disco snooze which turned into a salsa session for all concerned (okay, except me) and a cool-off in the pool before heading back for the England game.

I should have taken it as a bad omen when I dropped my vuvuzela out of the taxi window.

Sure enough, the telly signal was off ar first due to rain, the locals really weren't giving England nearly as much support as we had given them (surprise, surprise) and the cafe we were in closed at half time, so Kim and I were obliged to jump a cab and go back to catch the second half elsewhere. You know the rest.

Sunday came around and we took a walk around Cali. It was pleasant enough, with some nice buildings, a couple of parks and a river, but seeing "the salsa capital of South America" on a dry General Election Sunday was never going to show the place in its best light.