Somehow we left and got back to the hostel, I have no idea, all I know is that I woke up in my bed in the morning completely covered in sand. I have no idea why there was sand on me and all over my bed, it didn't and doesn't make any sense, I can't figure it out at all. I keep on moaning about this, it is really annoying, I never did anything to sort it out in any way though. I questioned some people in my room, I interrogated the girl in the bed above me and nothing came up, I was looking for any sort of clue. The girl above me sort of admitted it but I couldn't make any sense of her confession and I couldn't understand why there would be sand on my bed. This is something that I think is above me and there is no way I can get to the bottom of it, it will just make me mad.
There was another football game on this afternoon, of course there was as it was the quarter finals of the world cup and the Netherlands had beaten Brazil and knocked them out of the world cup this morning. Spain were playing Portugal and we wanted to watch it in a bar somewhere downtown, maybe in Greenwich village or something. We had some time to burn as the game wasn't going to start for another few hours. Fabian wanted to have a look around Wall St and see if he could somehow get a tour or something around the New York stock exchange. When we got there I was starving so opted to get some lamb over rice off one of the street vendors and eat it sitting on some road block thing for Wall St. There was to be no way of getting in the NYSE as they had some privater VIP only party going on today and if you did want to go in you had to reserve a place before 11.00am on the same day. We had not and it was already the afternoon. After looking around at the not very spectacular financial district and ground zero we headed off in search of a bar showing the game. We knew of an area with lots of bars called Bleaker St so headed in that direction. Most of the streets around the area had boutiques, restaurants and cafés, nothing resembling a bar that would be showing the football. We walked for a while and found nothing, a couple of restaurants with TV screens but that was too awkward to watch the football in without buying any food. Eventually we accidentally stumbled upon Bleaker St and walked about two minutes and found plenty of bars. One of which had an advertising board outside saying about showing games and had a list of prices. One of these prices took my attention and I was drawn in, the sign said $7 pitchers. We straight away went in and ordered one, it was for domestic beer like Coors light or Bud light so not great beer but it was outrageously cheap. The bar was called 'Wicked Willies' it looked pretty small on the outside but inside was huge. The bar was pretty long and in the middle they had beer pong tables. The beer pong tables were more professional than the bar the other night, they had holes for the cups in and had lights underneath where the cups go. It all looked pretty cool. We found out way to a seated area at the back with sofas and tables and a big fold down projector screen for when they showed sports. The game was under way, I have to be brutally honest here and say that it had to be one of the worst games I have ever seen. It was so boring, so much so that I nodded off for a brief moment, well ten minutes or so. Spain won with a lucky goal but both teams looked shockingly poor. After the game we had to have a game of beer pong, we promised ourselves that we would only have one pitchers worth. We ended up playing there nearly all afternoon/early evening. That one game led to us having about five more pitchers and playing against two random guys who we beat nearly every time. We did best of five and they only won once, need I say more. We had about half a pitcher of beer left and were challenged to another game by a different group of people, we reluctantly refused as we were about to leave any way.