Once there, we hit the football [soccer ball] around a bit when we approached by some lad who challenged us to a soccer game. Before we knew it, we were on the field with a whole posse of drinking, bare chested guys who are of an indiscernible age. I of course am intimidated into silence as we set up the field using bags of alcohol and unadorned shirts. I get put on the team of drinking Irishmen and only one other YI staffer. I thought - 'great... I get to be the States kid on the Drunken Family Reunion team.'
Well, we played for a long time and they were actually pretty nice. Aside from their foul language, whenever someone messed up, the phrase 'unlucky' was thrown out frequently, almost like they were saying it wasn't the person's fault that ball went astray. So, envision with me this scene. A bunch of shirtless white guys playing soccer, drinking beer on an open field, yelling profanities and ... semi-encouragements, having a good time as their family sits about twenty feet away, older men and women, laughing and enjoying more beer on a Tuesday than the average Frat house on a Friday. In addition to this, I can't understand entirely what they are saying as apparently one of the guys had the last name of Niger. Yep.... awkward.
This culture is so interesting. This was during a YI excursion! I never felt in danger at any point, but I definitely have felt less awkward in my life. It was very interesting. Looking back, I think it is kind of funny, but then, it was just interesting.
i'm so glad this is happening to you
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