Before dinner Matt (and the rest of the group) played volleyball with the locals.
This was before we dressed in the local outfits.
Which you would think would be a big advantage to us.
Particularly when it comes to heroic efforts to get the ball.
But apparently you can take volleyball seriously in a skirt.
And we lost.
And there was a rematch.
And we lost again.
They take their volleyball seriously.
Whereas most of us had not played in over a decade.
Which resulted in a lot of this.
Sometimes we made it a closer game.
Other times we just watched them rack up points.
The final games were boys against the girls, with the teams mixed between the locals and the intrepid group.
The first game the boys won, the second game the girls won, but the final game the boys were triumphant again. More importantly I didn’t wreck any of my clothes by diving on the hard ground.
