African soccer game

Last night went to a soccer match between Burkina Faso and Tunisia. Burkina was in control the entire match and had several near goals, but no connection. Tunisia had one moment where the passed more than 5 times and they scored. Let's just say the crowd of about 20,000 Burkinabe's were none too happy. So at the end they began setting fire to all the cardboard that was brought in to sit on. Several little bonfires were set all throughout the stadium while the crowd began breaking apart some of the fencing to the stadium and throwing it onto the field.
Outside, the crowd got even more daring and began attacking the ticket vending building. Breaking all the lights, tearing down adjacent fence and throwing rocks through every available glass window. It was ridiculous.
Our group waited out the crowd a little bit to avoid the crush upon exiting and the higher risks of pickpocketing. Finally upon exiting, seeing and hearing the destruction we were amazed. As we approached the area of destruction, unknowing of the extent of damage, riot police come speeding up and shining their lights on all the hooligans. Too close to be comfortable, we beat feet, got across the street to a calmer side, and luckily found a taxi passing by and left the scene without waiting to see what the riot police would do.
I took some photos and will try to post them another time. It amazed me how worked up people, especially a crowd, gets over such a game. The idea still seems very foreign to me. I'm passionate about soccer, but I'm not going to tear down a building to express my disappointment over a match. Crazy.
Got home no problem, thankfully. That's it for now. Take care.

Oh, one more thing, yesterday i was given the responsibility to completely clean out the volunteer transit house and courtyard, a house of about 7,000sq/ft. Getting rid of several years of built up refuse left by COS'ing volunteers and and whatnot. It took about 8 hours to get it done, with the help of about 6 other volunteers. It felt just like home, after growing up do stuff like that for my dad. We had pile about 20 feet across and 5 feet high built up outside the house after we were done. Surprisingly enough, the stuff in that pile was then sifted through by the Burkinabe workers who maintain our house throughout the week. After they finished, they'll still sell the remaining garbage to other Burkinabe's, because there's still some stuff locals could use. There's so many levels of "garbage" here, it's interesting. I think my Dad would be amused. :-)
That's it for now. Take care
L