As I start to write this, Simon is experiencing all over again what he was just describing in that last blog – the eight hours on the boundary, the frustrations with the stupid communications systems, etc etc as we watch the NZ Kenya game.
So far so good – the 6s are coming thick and fast at the moment. There are nowhere near as many spectators today compared to the English game. The beige Brigade is growing though and of course that weirdo Sonny Shaw is busy waving his flags at the cameras while wearing his stuffed kiwi around his waist. Not sure how much airtime the TV people are giving him – obviously at home they rope off sections of the ground to stop him getting behind the wicket and in camera view. Not so here though. What a freak show.
Anyway, apart form work we have been taking in the nightlife a little bit, although not in a pedalo at 4am.
We, along with NZPA journo Chris Barclay (see photo above), went to the big local event here for a look on Saturday night – the Jump Up. However it was a sorry sad little party with the number of alcohol stands far outnumbering the people. Perhaps the Friday night session was better, as it is the traditional night for the Jump Up.
We ate what we were told was chicken, bought from a roadside stand. I took pictures of the bone though because I’ve never seen chicken legs so big. More like a small moa.
We also ate Jerk Chicken later on, much later on, from another roadside caravan called The Jerk Pit. Jerk is the spicy concoction they cook chicken, pork and moa in here.
There is limited lamb or beef which is all imported from the US so its very expensive. Seafood is plentiful but also expensive, but that’s more about this being a tourist location.
We also went into the touristy part of the city, Rodney Bay, where prices skyrocket. We went to a karaoke place (surprise!) where we were treated to an amazing song called “Legalise It”. The lyrics went sort of like ‘legalise it, police are doing it, lawyers are doing it, even judges are doing it… legalise it” all sung by a scary dreadlocked woman who was crouching on the ground.
Good to see the real local life in action instead of whinging Brits in their resorts all the time.
Yesterday we went to the Flintoff apology press confernce which was a great experience. However I was really disappointed with the British TV media’s patsy questions like “this must be a very difficult time for you having to apologise…” blah blah. We were only allowed in the press conference for broadcasters, and the print media were after us, so I hope they were a bit harder on Freddie Flintoff. Silly boy.
It’s been raining today, AND its overcast, AND its windy! Not what I’m used to, I must say.
So many birthdays in March aren’t there! Hope everyone who has celebrated so far had a good one (especially the Coffee Smiths!!!Oh my goodness, we miss you so much!!!) and for those still to come (Francesca Mold, political editor One News) hope you have a fabulous day. We’re toasting you all – repeatedly!!! ☺
