The two Hindu guys who were running the internet café where I was, kicked me out because the game was getting close, the bets were England 3 – Portugal 1, I thought about betting 10 pounds to England, good thing was that my religion does not allow me to participate on those activities, I didn’t.

The first Pub was call The Rising Sun, very original, it was dark and full of cigarette smoke, I literally stuck my head through the threshold and I saw the clientele, they were only men with red noses and pink cheeks and they all looked at me when I tried to enter, I smiled and I thought maybe not. Well, maybe is not the best idea to drink beer by myself in a Lewisham Pub.

By the way, my flatmatte Shinny hates soccer (here is called football as in the rest of the World but US). She says the she hates the shouting that gives her migraines
:-( well, I don’t blame her I didn’t grow up in a country with Hooligan culture, the worse that the Mexicans can do with football fever is to get drunk, not going to work and vandalize national monuments that is nothing…

The thing was that I was not in Central London and that made the pubs more local, do you know what I mean? Less touristy…The anonymity that one gets from Central London is gone in the suburbs.

I took the bus to my neighborhood hoping to find a place where I can watch the game and drink a beer with complete strangers.

From where the bus drops me off to my place is less than three block and I didn’t realize that there were four Pubs in the way. London has a pub in every single corner, that is lovely. Well, it seems that the Red Lion is going to be the place. Again, I stuck my head and same story, only men, where are the bloody women? I thought: I don’t want to be mistaken for a hooker, you know, drinking by herself, tough, smoking, legs crossed... a barfly. It is relevant to my story to tell you about my outfit, I was wearing a tunic top and my praying beads on my neck, a very spiritual hooker,(today I was called indirectly/ directly "my precious whore" so romantic) … anyway I gave up the idea of a pub and I decided to buy some beers and watch the game home.




Stopped at the convinience store and the guy was very friendly, I bought a couple of the chepaest beers and I was short by 50 pence, he was making conversation while I was going thru all my pockets: - It is very hot, - yess it is, -I come from a very warm country, and I was - Is that right? -Yes, Sri Lanka, - ohhh (looking interested) He continued - I lived in Germany for 13 years I was smuggled from my country to Berlin, (I was speechless) then I decided to come here with relatives, and the hot weather bothers me after living in Germany. (I had no comments) He asked me: - And yourself, where are you coming from? I answered: - Mexico... -Oohhh Mexico very sexy ladies (and he started moving pretending to dance) I didn't know what to say a faded yeahhh came out from my mouth.
He said don't worry about the pence you can pass them later. -okay ...Thank you.

Went home watched the game, slept through the second half on cheap beer, woke up for the penalties, screamed so bad for Portugal, watched my neighbors quit the pic nic after the game...I saw a girl with a pony walking down the street...That was very cheap beer.