November 30
I spent the night with Nick again which gets more demanding each time. As I trudged downstairs, leaving my hormonally strange friend to find his pants, I spotted Sean Fuller packing his gear into the back of the bus.
I questioned him as to why he was going to which he replied, “Get your stuff ready, we’re not welcome here anymore”. Apparently the staff weren’t too happy about the food fight. We went straight to the ground without breakfast and began with the usual fitness and stretches. It’s amazing how much quicker Demeza can be on an empty stomach. We really were worked hard and hopefully it will show tomorrow.
We had a good net session with everyone getting a bat, even if it was only brief. We had to cut it short as the sound of leather of willow was interrupted by the noise that was made by every person’s stomach. We went to a local café and had a big lunch, meeting some of the locals. It was the first time that I’ve actually felt like I’m in the Caribbean.
Just after midday we re-entered the bus and were on our way to Pointe-a-Pierre, the venue for tomorrow’s game. We arrived shortly after 1pm and loaded our stuff in a much nicer hotel that in Port-of-Spain. The views were amazing and it had a real West Indian atmosphere.
The afternoon was ours to spend how we wanted. I decided to go with Sean Bennett for a stroll around town to get a feel of the place. It was enjoyable experience, getting away, having a bit of freedom and thinking of Borcich all alone on the Wild Fowl Trust. We finished the afternoon with a round at the local golf course. Neither of us plays the sport at all but apparently that’s what you do on tour.
We needn’t speak of the scores or the reception we received from the fellow golfers who weren’t too impressed that we were taking up space on the green (yes we actually got a couple of balls on the green). We finished up and went back to the hotel late in the afternoon.
Once arrived back from the Wild Fowl Trust we headed down to a formal dinner. The T&T side were also attending as well as the president of the cricket board. The food was magnificent, furthering my opinions of the place and it was finished by the announcement of tomorrow’s team.
I’ll be coming in at first drop after Blackman and Mamesh. Bennett has been rested in order to get over his jetlag and Borcich is out of the side as well. This means that I will have to carry the Reds tag alone. Also left out of the squad was Big Travis Demeza. The couple of pounds he’s already put on not convincing the selectors to give him a go.
I’m still with Nick but we have separate beds this time and he’s already out or at least pretending to be. He’s obviously tired after chasing after the rest of the group at the Wild Fowl Trust. They must have successfully lost him by the end as he arrived fifteen minutes later than everyone else. For once I’m going to get some decent sleep.