2 games in a day

Following the previous evening's meal in what can only be described as the South African equivalent of the school from 'Dead Poets Society', we boarded the coach safe in the knowledge that all members of the squad were due to play. 

Both games were played at an incredibly intense pace, with the 'B' side narrowly losing by just a single try. The 'A' side, however, were victorious. A tinderbox atmosphere beset the arena as the opposition came bursting out of their tunnel, something that only further riled the Chester side. Once again, monstrous tackles defined the performance, creating a platform for some strong running from the backs. Obviously the aforementioned does not include James Slater's inexplicable decision to run from a penalty when the game was at the last play stage (fine), or the moment in which the very same player was struck in the face by a ball kicked by one of his teammates.

The evening began with another meal with our hosts, following which we departed for a few celebratory drinks. It soon become apparent that Terry had failed to notice that the bar he had booked contained not one, but four flags from the Apartheid era, all of which were framed and hanging on the wall - cue a very nervous Taylor Larsen. Then, in a logical progression from the flags on display, we were informed that that the latest recipient of the Wonder Woman costume would be, and I quote, "beaten up and thrown in the river" if he were seen to be wearing it in front of the local fisherman. Finally, after consuming the bar's supply of beer, we took the none too subtle hint dropped by the arrival of two rather shady looking local policemen and returned to our hotel. Nonetheless, the evening was a pleasant one.

A trip to Newlands stadium awaits us as I write this entry, one that should be a great experience.