A muddy Saturday

When our friends at The Rainforest Sports Hub told us about the huge football tournament on a Saturday that would attract thousands of parents and kids from the international schools, we were intrigued. So when they organised an English market that day, we jumped on the bandwagon and took up a spot to sell our vegetable growing kits.

Alas, the weather wasn't cooperative that morning but the persistent rain didn't dampen the spirits of the young players. As we stood under the tent, we saw team after team filing by, stomping on the wet gravel, splashing through the puddles and raring to go for a good game.
 
The funny thing was, none of the expat parents seemed bothered by the rain and mud either. Some came in their wellies, others simply waddle through the puddles, sending muddy water splashing up to their thighs and buttocks.

 
Many brought their dogs to join in the fun. As you can imagine, the dogs ended up caked in mud as well.

As the day wore on, the sun began to shine. Some kids went home with trophies while others left with bruises and bandages. It didn't matter how muddy, wet or stinky they were, their parents simply herded them into the car, dogs and all, and drove away just like that.

I was most impressed.