Yesterday saw my first experience of eleven-a-side football in Jakarta, from the safety of my starting spot on the bench. About five minutes into the game we felt a few drops and then - boom - the sky opened. I have never seen rain like it; streams poured off the roof like a waterfall, and the players on the other side of the pitch disappeared into a haze of pounding puddles and mist. The pitch was waterlogged in minutes with the ball vanishing in a puddle soon after. Match abandoned!
Such was my baptism into Indonesian football. And so it was an early start for one of the team members birthday celebrations at a well known expat bar!
This evening I am invited to a local wedding. More to follow...
Well it's 2pm here so I imagine by now that you're totally blotto on fermented camels milk, and possibly inadvertently married to some delicious waitress captivated by your stories of London Town, smog, etc. Fear not: a few baht to the local shaman should untie the knot in time for you to go to work tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteCavendish continues to blossom, earthquake and tsunami free. We are sitting in the garden, eating our home grown grapes: the ultimate in excitement.
It has been suggested that I should become one of your disciples (by a blond close to you ....), so I've played the white man and signed up as a tyroblogee. My picture by the way is of my good side - vain as ever.
Have fun sobering up.
A recently-discovered Uncle.