After cricket on the park, cricket on TV, a swim then a nap, I took an afternoon train into Mumbai Central - Mumbai being Bombay's new name, although everyone still calls it Bombay - and walked along Art Deco avenues and over the huge Maidan Oval, a very flat series of grassed cricket pitches and dry, well rolled wickets next to the university and high court, cricket played everywhere you looked. No wonder they are the world's best; they never stop. When I'd arrived in early morning Delhi all those weeks ago, the first thing I'd noticed in sleepy morning time was a boy carrying a cricket bat; kid after my own heart.
It was early to bed, early to rise and I woke at 03.30, showered, tip-toed out of the room, bill paid yesterday, into the lift and out of the gate before the dawn chorus had even been roused. A tuk-tuk immediately pulled up.
"Where going sir?"
"Airport."
"OK, come on."
And we tuk-tukked 15km up the road before flying out of there. Nice trip!
It was early to bed, early to rise and I woke at 03.30, showered, tip-toed out of the room, bill paid yesterday, into the lift and out of the gate before the dawn chorus had even been roused. A tuk-tuk immediately pulled up.
"Where going sir?"
"Airport."
"OK, come on."
And we tuk-tukked 15km up the road before flying out of there. Nice trip!