So we spent a quiet afternoon at a soccer game here in Cochabamba. Well, it wasn't quiet. No soccer game in Bolivia is quiet. But it was fun and it was my first soccer game in Bolivia. Unfortunately our team lost...badly...but it was okay. On the plus side the view from the stadium is just beautiful because it's surrounded by mountains. I couldn't really capture that in my pictures though. There was a lot of chanting, singing, fireworks, flying objects (example: full bottles of shaken up coke) and craziness from both teams' fans.
But the big finale came once we left the game. We were walking out of the stadium and were on our way to find a place to eat dinner. As we were walking in this very crowded area there were suddenly tons of people running from something. There were at least 100 people running as fast as they could and we couldn't figure out what it was. At first I thought it was an out of control cooking fire or something until we saw people covering their noses and mouths. And we soon found out why. As we crossed the street...bang...the tear gas hit us all of a sudden. And I now know why they call it tear gas. It hurts! So we all started running away as fast as we could to get out of there and away from it. And eventually we did.
So I guess that's something that doesn't happen every day.