How I Spent My Summer Vacation: Day 3

We're up early to get on the bus to France and our first World Cup game -� versus . �� Here we relax in the Chunnel train in front of our 2nd home on this big adventure, Leon's Tour Bus with our unintelligible driver Clive.� Good driver, even if we could never make out a word he said.

We had enough time for a 90 mph game in an empty car until a Chunnel worker told us it wasn't good enough for the train's closed circut TV and to stop before our skill with the ball broke something.

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The � crowd going into the stadium in Lens was packed into one gate on the south side. � The French National Police are a� humorless lot. But I think they enjoyed thoroughly searching and patting us down. But hey, by the 5th World Cup Game, I was starting to like it too.� Only two stadiums in France leave their fence up and I get to sit behind one.� Great view,� huh?�� This is Germany's 1st goal. I missed it cause I was looking through my camera's tiny viewfinder. The Yugo's kicked � Duetch butt. Klinsman gets carried off, and Bierhoff leads the comeback.� He's a big son of a gun.

Our Hotel in Le Touquet was an interesting spot.� I got quite fond of the continental breakfasts of croissants, rolls, preserves and cafe ole'.� Somebody needs to tell the French about that new invention, the shower curtain.

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We watched Team inexplicably lose to in a cheesy dive of a bar on a big screen with the French announcers unmercifully dogging the US effort.� The kept flashing very unfunny political cartoons at inopportune moments. What a sad ending for this beautiful day.

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Day 3