Convincing people that this travelling lark is not all that it is cracked up to be is hard enough. Tell someone that you are going
to the Seychelles and they will just look at you in disgust.
I gave up trying to tell people that the image of swanning around the world
playing cricket is all a bed of roses. They never see the problems with
flights, the worries of sponsorship, the constant drudgery of the PR, the
lack of assistance in getting from A to B by local authorities, and the
dangers that we are sometimes exposed to. The Seychelles for me was a bonus,
a present in kind for all the work we'd managed to do, and I for one was
going to revel in it.
And revel we did. In the short stay there we visited the Islands of
Desroches, Denis, Mahe, Praslin, Round, La Digue and the famous and simply
gorgeous Bird Island.
The weather was variable, but the people were charming. This old colonial
settlement, however, proved to be an island of contradictions. The the Five star hotels on the main island provided only two star service. On
the other hand, the Mason Group hotels off the islands provided a level of
service that Basil Fawlty could only have dreamt of.
The politics of the island were also relaitively contradictory. A one-party
democracy mixed with a freedom to vote as long as no-one ever stands against
Monsieur Andre, the president of the country. The last leader of the
opposition party, a well known barrister, is fighting for acquittal on
corruption charges.
But enough of the anomolies: the beauty of the islands is undeniable. The sea
provides a rainbow of blues, the flora and fauna create a magical illusion
of paradise, and the geography adds to the cacophony of delights, the
like of which I have never seen anywhere else on the planet.
My host for the game (before I get too poetical) was Steve Khambatta, the el
presidente of the Seychelles Cricket Association. Steve, a generous, kind
and genuine guy, simply has the best of intentions for cricket in these
islands, but is battling against a culture ignorant of the finer points of
the sport.
We played on the main island of Mahe, at a ground called Freedom Square. Luck
would have it that a Royal Naval ship, the first in port for over seven
years, had proffered up a team so it was to be against my compatriots that
we played a vigorous game on the tiny Seychellois ground. A close affair was
eventually won by the home team despite various ratings doing their bit for
Queen and country.