Exactly 30 days later – 12 July, here I am – at the Dubai airport again – on my way back home. And guess what – Brazil is playing once again (!) – with Netherlands this time – for the 3rd place spot. The charged up crowd no longer appears to show the same energy to stand up and cheer Brazil in this dead derby, I feel chargeless too . My 30-day journey has come to a close as well.
By Thursday (10/07), people had started to show signs of nostalgia and grim. 14 uncommon people, unknown to each other, had gathered together for 30 days and ended up discovering the common-ness amongst each other. Wonder what was the unique element that bound so many people – was it Africa or was it simple co-incidence – one wonders.
Bulk of the team proceeded towards Capetown & Botswana, some towards Kruger and some like me flying back home directly. I don’t wanna watch the Argentina final anywhere else, and with nobody else other than my son – back home.