Mexico! Mexico! - Mwanza, Malawi

After a nice jaunt in Harare, we head for Malawi. It was a day of emotional highs and lows that are the norm in crossing multiple borders. All I have to say is don't travel with a capeverdean passport. We finally make it into Malawi and immediately pop into a small bank right at the border crossing to withdraw some Kwachas. The bank has the smell of hot contained dustiness but it is playing the Germany v. England game! We notice the Germans are already one up so we take our piles of cash and quickly head into the town of Mwanza.

Mwanza is a happening border town, people are everywhere. We pull into the Mwanza Hotel and are happily greeted by a good sized crowd of Malawians watching the game projected on a wall screen. It looks like there is an international NGO conference at the hotel because there is a sprinkling of real English and German supporters in the front of the room. The English looked horrible and Germany, with its many supporters in the room, definitely deserved to advance to the quarterfinals. 

Mwanza Hotel did not help us in the vacancy department, but after finding our own interesting accommodations, we came back to Mwanza Hotel's screen to eat great food, listen to even better music and watch the Mexico/Argentina game. The atmosphere had us pumped for the Mexico game, even though there wasn't a Mexican supporter among us. It still didn't stop Ivan from blowing his vuvuzela and allowing others to take up a blow or two. Unfortunately, Mexico's performance deflates our spirits and we crash out. Messi really is the little Messi-ah, he's so good.

With no more NAFTA teams to support, Oli is hopeful that Spain can carry on and reach its first World Cup championship ever.