The game started at 9.30am, which is even earlier than up in Queensland and over in Perth, but I guess it means we can get to the pub earlier after the game.

Plus an early start on the beer at the Test!

What's that? No beer you say?

Ok, well I guess I'll have a scotch then? No spirits either?

But you have Foster's?! Well I guess it's better than nothing?

It's water? Yeah, I know but I guess it will do.

Oh, you meant it actually is Foster's water! Strewth!

Although the crowd was a bit small they certainly made some noise. A one-day game would be insane!

Horns constantly blaring (much like on the streets), chanting.

And if Sachin Tendulkar happens to wander near the boundary they all storm down to the fence waving and hoping for a wave back from their idol.

Maybe it's a good thing there is no beer!

And thankfully the water is free, coz they confiscated my bottle on the way in.

Apparently it is part of the war on terror.

What a war this is: no plastic bottles of water at the cricket, and carry your deodorant in a plastic bag on the plane.

Cop that Osama! I can picture him quaking in his cave.

In Australia those rats of the sky, the seagull, are synonymous with cricket.

Here in Bangalore there are, instead, hundreds of hawks circling the ground. An awesome sight, especially for a Hawks supporter revelling in our smashing of the Handbags a few weeks ago!

Anyways, I eventually found my beer. And it took so much effort for this post to not be about my dinner.

The Thali I had was sensational...