It had been our intention to avoid an overnight stay in Bloemfontein. Pablo and I had wanted to avoid bumping into English fellas dressed up as St. George or Germans dressed in one of their kinky uniforms. But all the roads pointed to Bloemfontein. We eventually found a low key lodge. Cheap as chips. We checked in and headed to the bar. There were no English or Germans to be found, just twenty local characters inside watching the Argentina Mexico match.
Soon enough, we found ourselves the recipients of a toast.