disabled penguins.

Probably the best few days since I've been here. Bloody brilliant.

Friday night was a strange one. Bosnia were playing Luxembourg in a Euro 2012 qualifier, and the kids on the basketball court were very excited. They all had their flags out, which was kinda cute, were singing songs, and talking about Đzeko and Pjanić. It is clear to see that football in Bosnia is on the up, they are no longer minnows on the world stage. Quality players in the last third of the pitch, a fantastic young goalkeeper, and passionate support. Luxembourg however, (no offence Robi), are hopeless. Terrible side. The game itself was nothing to write home about Bosnia were 3-0 up within 20minutes and then the game sort of fell to sleep. Good win for Bosnia, especially with France losing to Belarus, the group is wide open. The real point of interest came before the game however, with the kids on the basketball court. In their excitement, they had started a little fire in the corner of the court. Now, as anyone who has heard my Reuben gig balloon story will attest, I am not one to avoid curbing enthusiasm. So out I strode with my bucket of water, to put out the fire and (I can't resist myself) dampen the spirits. A bit of playing with the kids before hand, throwing water at them etc, and then I put the thing out. What I wasn't prepared for was the amount of vitriol that would then be thrown my way. All of a sudden, this group of Bosnian kids were talking in fantastic English, pronunciation perfect insults mostly. Now I genuinely know how a big wrestling heel feels. Everyone on that court wanted to attack me. Luckily for me, they were all under 5 feet tall.

No midget stories please.

Last night was equally entertaining. After expecting a very quiet day, there was the usual invasion, but a particularly good crowd this time. There is Emre, a guy from Istanbul (15million people live there!), who is joining me on the trip to Sarajevo today for the football. Also Stacey, the 2nd Singaporean we have had this summer, who aside from probably being the prettiest guest since Dianne Mangaliman, also has the most sarcastic sense of humour I think I've ever heard. Aneka (I know thats spelt wrong, I apologise) from Frankfurt as well, incredibly interesting young lady. So we all went for dinner at Saray with Aldina, as well as 2 entertaining Dutch guys. Saray was as extraordinary as it always is, and once again I barely spoke during the meal as the food is just too good. So so good. And for people who ask if Bosnia is cheap, 7 of us ate there for 36KM, including drinks. Thats 18Euros. That is CHEAP.

Afterwards we went and sat down by the bridge with a couple of drinks, like the rapscallians we are, which was also nice. I've decided my future lies in working with disabled Penguins. Why not? It just literally sounds perfect for me. We walked home afterwards, the Dutch guys headed to Ali Baba. On our way back we peeked into the Pavarotti music centre to see if it was open, and lo and behold it was. Only 4 local people in there, but hey, we'll stick around. We ended up staying there until about 4am just talking away to the Mostari, one of whom was a HUGE Nottingham Forest fan and kept talking about Robbie Earnshaw. Interesting stuff. It really just goes to show that the best things in cities are found by literally just saying 'why not? lets have a look'. Really fun time.

And now Me, Emre and Aneka are heading to Sarajevo, to watch Bosnia demolish France. Hey, it could happen, France are terrible these days.