So I decided to go to the beach volleyball to try out something new that to be honest I wouldn’t watch under any other circumstance. The thing about the whole situation which I didn’t expect was that is was really good fun.

Once we finally got there, it took us ages after the bus dropped us off to walk to the damn stadium, could have been organised better from a transport point of view, in the blistering heat, we sat down. My ass went on fire, as the seat was like 4000 degrees and no sight of friggin shade anywhere. Must have sweated three buckets since imagine sitting in the sun, August, in Athens, with the temperature at a mild 38 degrees.

The first match we watched was Italy versus Germany. We were rooting for the Italians. No particular reason other than they were more emotional and showed more heart.

One nice addition was that we had crazy dancer girls inbetween sets and they were all great eye candy. There was an atmosphere in the stadium, and there was a great sense of fun even though it was waaay too hot to do anything but stay at home. I’m soo glad I didn’t.