We don't like cricket... Oh No!

A few snaps from the trip to date in the islands of Grenada and Barbados. Grenada is a genuine wonderland with mountains, beautiful coast and the intoxicating scent of nutmeg. The devastation caused by hurricane Ivan in 2004 is still evident in the scars on the landscape and the people. 90% of homes, industry and agriculture were destroyed and recovery is occuring slowly.



Barbados seems to have lost it to a tourism storm, rapidly transforming into suburbia with gated communities and jet-skis constantly buzzing the coast. Have to keep eyes and ears open when Snorkling.

I had a wonderful time with the whole team - My "boyz" Guy and Ben, the anatomy folk Dave, Jet, Tim, Sharon, Bridget and Steve. Big thanks to Lance for saving my bacon and I am looking forward to catching you in St Maarten some day.

Onto the the cricket. Only one game really stands out. Brian Lara's final game of international cricket in the final super 8 game at Kensington Oval, Bridgetown. It was the most electric game I have ever attended, the temporary stands rumbled like an overhead thunderstorm as the locals urged their team towards a victory which sadly was not to be. The batting from Chris Gayle and Kevin Peterson devestated the respective bowling attacks.



The other games, we saw Sri Lanka clinically defeat the blackcaps, then the blackcaps clinically defeat the proteas and then the South Africans clinically beat the English. Nice days out in the sun though. I will miss the rum punch on ice at the game, very refreshing.


Tomorrow I am off for more adventures in New York.

barbie ball banger

In honour of drinking at Speed house, Barbican center with my wonderfulsister Laura before ripping apart the Astoria and bouncing to Little Man Tate (a video For your entertainment ).

-BARBIE BALL BANGER-

Double measure congac, 250ml heavily chilled red bull with jacobs creek sparkling rose the balance. Garnish with orange peal with a round of orange for show. ~ do try it.

London is the town I should have grown up in. 4 hours in the tate modern, a run on the embankment and a massive gig it doesn't get much better. How about that for a cultural revolution? Photos are from the vertigo42 champagne bar.