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Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Sport of Pain, and surrounding areas

So we went, yes, for the cricket in part. It was a most ignominious capitulation. The scoreboard had a premonition early on in the first game itself, when first it refused to start (and I contemplated watching a whole game without precise knowledge of the score) and then, when it came to, we got this.



But cricket in the Caribbean is about much more than the score. The first day, I got adopted by the guy sitting to my left, a geophysicist of Indian extraction. Over the course of the second innings of the game, he made sure I imbibed no fewer than six alcoholic drinks -- one Carib ("the pussy beer"), three Stags ("for the drinking man), and two loaded icy glasses of something he called "scotch", poured from his Gatorade bottle and tasting suspiciously like dessert. We talked about everything from his job to the ethnic Indian culture, and he gave me tips on Chutney Soca. The guy in front spent three increasingly incoherent hours telling me how he'd sat in that same seat as a kid of eleven and watched Wadekar and Sardesai (and oh yes Gavaskar). By the end, we were all friends (except when Brian Lara got out -- then he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "We no friends right now, man.") When we left, ten minutes before the inevitable Windies victory, as we walked down the steps to the exit a half dozen people yelled goodbye to us, and I'll find it hard to forget the sight of several rows of people waving back.

On the second day, I was sitting next to a rather more insular group of giggly college students, so it was my friend's turn to get adopted. By the four very large Jamaican / Bajan ladies sitting in the row ahead. When Sehwag got out at 96, they turned around and felt his heart, stroked his cheeks, and waved their flags under his nose. In the end, we lost both games, but I was well way past caring.

Here, for the flavor, is a snapshot of Harbhajan bowling to Sarwan, with Gayle at the non-striker's end.



And here's some local color outside the stadium.



There are other forms of beauty in the Caribbean, too. Cricket apart, it was the most amazing vacation. On the day between the games, we took a car up to Fort George, an old British outpost.





And then there are the beaches. Imagine a tropical beach where you are the only person. Imagine getting out of a car, scrambling down a hundred feet of rocky slope, and stepping out on seemingly untouched silvery sand. Now, Blogger won't allow me to upload all these pix at the same time so I'll do that in the next post, but in the meantime I bring you - Premonitions of Paradise.



12 Comments:

Blogger Salil said...

Absolutely gorgeous. Sounds like a fantastic trip, in spite of the way the cricket turned out.

I'm just curious; what were your thoughts on Bravo's two fifties?

6/06/2006 9:17 PM  
Blogger GhostOfTomJoad said...

Okay, so maybe now we'll believe you were there :-)

Nice pix...and the place looks great too. So, are you back home now? If you're still on vacation and having fun, don't bother answering :-)

6/06/2006 9:45 PM  
Blogger km said...

Lovely little 'logue, TR. Wish you could post more pictures and write a longer post. BTW, if you saw a thick cannabis cloud hovering over two Indian guys in the stadium, that would be two of my friends, who tell me "a splendid time was had by all". Now I can believe them.

6/06/2006 11:05 PM  
Blogger MockTurtle said...

Watching the last few overs of the 1st test now.
Hope the boys in blue redeem themselves.
-MT

6/07/2006 5:31 AM  
Blogger kundalini said...

i like the premonitions of paradise, specially the way the two are placed together. :)

6/07/2006 9:49 AM  
Blogger gIftoFwIngs said...

nice reading & photos. The desc. of the caribs is 100% similar of what I ve guessd always :).

6/07/2006 10:44 AM  
Blogger Tabula Rasa said...

salil:
yes exactly. bravo was quite amazing. we saw uthappa drop him right in front of our stand. it was a sitter. and you don't drop bravo, not on his home ground. the crowd went crazy cheering him on, and he went ballistic as well. breathtaking stuff.

ghost:
don't take my word for it ;-) i'm back in the us now, and will be in hk next weekend.

km:
thanks! i'll try to stretch out a little more on the next one. this was almost bullet-pointed because i was *so* frustrated with blogger -- been trying to upload the pix for two days at that point.

we missed out on the cloudy bits at the stadium, but got a sighter at one of the beaches we went to. a group of rastas wandered round to where our stuff was kept, and lit up. at first i (in mid-ocean) was a little concerned that they might flick some of our belongings, but after i realised what was up, my concern changed to flicking some of theirs! but they ambled off when they saw me approach.

mt:
i followed it online, good game, eh?

k:
why content yourself with such vicarious pleasures?

gift:
thanks -- yes, some stereotypes are good ;-)

6/08/2006 12:30 AM  
Blogger GhostOfTomJoad said...

Sport of Pain...hmm, missed that the first time over :-)

6/08/2006 7:31 PM  
Blogger km said...

Sport of Pain! Why, TR, that's a marvellous one - it's a hall of fame spoonerism :)

6/09/2006 4:50 AM  
Blogger Tabula Rasa said...

thanks guys :-) it was a nice coincidence with your post, km.

6/09/2006 5:26 AM  
Blogger J. Alfred Prufrock said...

Yo need a zoom on dat cahm-rah, maaan.

I second KM, great Spoonerism.

J.A.P.

6/20/2006 4:18 PM  
Blogger Tabula Rasa said...

hey, this is a family blog :-)

6/20/2006 10:53 PM  

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