Day Three
This morning, we checked in at the cricket game again. It is a very boring game when distances are vast, nothing much seems to happen and one has no idea of the rules. We were treated to tea however and it was sweet and delicious. I really enjoyed watching a chap unwrap his lunch packet. It came wrapped in a waxed paper and was noodles with an egg on top and a plastic bag of red curry. The curry was squeezed out on top of the noodles and it was eaten with the fingers, no cutlery or plate. Some how, Jim volunteered for me to draw this chap, who turned out to be the secretary of the cricket club and of course I obliged ever at the ready.
Then Jim and I walked down to the ocean. We couldn’t get anywhere close to the water for the many tanks and hundred’s of soldiers. Overhead, we saw little dots of colour high in the sky which turned into parachutes once they got low enough to be able to see the person below the sail. In one photo you can see four of them landing in formation. We also saw motorcades with horses and police driving the prime minister, the ex prime minister and several other big wigs or spouses. This is all in preparation for tomorrow’s Independence Day.
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