While playing catch-up here, I have the West Indies/Zimbabwe cricket match purring away quietly on the TV.  

One of the announcers sounds a great deal like Stewie Griffin from Family Guy, but with a South African accent.  I wish you could hear this.  He sounds like he could go sinister any second.

They’re
playing in Port-of-Spain, Trinidad, which I didn’t get to while visiting T&T,
back in the ancient past of a few weeks ago.  But it reminded me that
there are still a few Tobago pics you might want to see.  (I do,
anyway.  After the last few weeks, this seems like it was years ago.)

 

This is the edge of some sort of fish highway.  The traffic flow is amazingly constant.

 

 

A
blue-crested motmot, munching on a piece of gouda he has just taken from my
hand.  The picture is a bit blurry because I am glad to still have the
hand.

 

 

This
is a small kid either (a) running toward the water with an inflatable toy
or (b) being eaten whole by a giant insect.  I believe it is the former.  Also, I challenge you to look at
this and not feel a pleasant breeze. 

 

 

Mmm. 
Fresh fish with coocoo (cornbread, basically), pigeon peas, and
noodles.  (If you like starch, Tobago is heaven.  Order the potato
roti, and what you get is essentially potato wrapped in bread threaded
with cornmeal.  And all feels right with the world.)

 

 

I’m not sure what sort of product this is, but I suspect — call this a mad theory — it may be cow-related.  

 

 

There
are more pictures than minutes today, unfortunately, so I’ll leave off
with the four below, hoping you get to end your days feeling this way
as often as possible.