It's Tournament Time!

My last day in Moshi was spent at a futbal tournament being played by some of the local boys. We arrived at 8 am. Chels and I had been up since 6 am. We'd started our packing venture (meaning getting my clothes out of the closet), eaten breakfast, and showered. A most productive morning before 8 am. We hit up the International School with the boys, Kileo, Living, and Amani. Chels and I where we were the only white people there who didn't go to the International School. It was grand. We kept to ourselves with the boys while they figured out when and if they would be playing. Next game they kept telling us. Hey, it's TFT (Tanzania Flexible Time), it's whenever!

We sat and waited. And waited. And waited. It was kind of fun being surrounded by the locals and watching the games. It was a tournament and the International School kids (mostly white kids from the US and Brittain it appeared) got completely trashed in most of their matches. It was kind of comical and I felt a bit sorry for them.

Chelsea did some tree climbing. I laid out and relaxed. My flight was imminent. I hadn't packed. I was in the polepole zone. Once you go polepole...

The games were awesome. Scores remained safuri-safuri for all (0-0).