There was a cricket match taking place outside the bar/restaurant where we were having our last dinner. One of the sons of our host family was playing (and playing well, according to Lizzy's father, who seemed to know the sport).
At this point, mainly a photoblog of my life. Tangible evidence that I exist and that I've ever done anything is scant, since I haven't owned a camera until very recently, and have to depend on the shutterbug tendencies of others.
