I ended up watching volleyball, again. It was a cloudy, and rain soaked, afternoon and as I walked into town, with gumboots on, I thought well it’s too wet for volleyball, I wonder what I will encounter this afternoon.
The street was quieter, but the volleyball court was as lively as ever.
Splashing through the puddles and putting on a great show for the spectators. The young guns of Chugchilán were on the court. These are the young guys, late teens, who play with the most commitment. They are probably the better players in town and make the most noise at every close call or well-placed ball, the showman. They had a captive audience of the younger teenage boys watching and laughing at every appropriate call. Rain and Volleyball two constants of Chugchilán.
As I walked home I spotted the neighbour and he asked why I don’t visit him.
I will visit tomorrow.
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