14th July 2014 – Port Vila, Vanuatu
Their lips were wet, and the breath was warm. They waited eons. Created messiahs. For this one kiss. But like the chill morning breeze slicing through a dream, Oh Albiceleste, how cruel is fate. And this heartbreaking miss.
The last day of the world cup, and the last early morning day for me. And the most cruel one. The South American dream was shattered yet again, as Argentina succumbed to a tragic last-minute goal to Germany. And not a last-minute goal in regular time, mind you. This dream was shattered in extra time.
But have to say it was a fair game. There were plenty of fans supporting both countries in the local cafes, and both of them played very well. One moment of brilliance separated the 2 teams.
After the early match, there were victory processions everywhere in Vanuatu. Cars, trucks and even bicycles, hoisted German flags and went around town, honking their horns, and hollering their hoarse voices. I waited for an hour, trying to pan a shot of any of the moving vehicles. Unfortunately, the only shot I could pan correctly, had a cool quad bike which was part of the parade.
But he did not bother to put a flag.