The never-ending heat here in Dubai zapped all of my desire to take pictures. I think the last time I braved the weather to snap a few photos was back in May in Sharjah and even then my little one year-old sidekick and I were sweaty and exhausted by the end of it. Not enjoyable. Fast forward five months later. While the weather is still beach worthy (and I’m still getting tan lines on my feet from my sandals), it’s finally becoming more comfortable.
When the temperatures cool down, we love to walk places – the grocery store, restaurants, cafes, the beach – whatever is nearby. Ever since we moved here, I’ve been passing guys playing cricket on weekend walks to the store. I’m always paranoid about getting smacked on the head by a fly ball so I usually run past with the kids so we don’t get knocked out. I put my fear aside this weekend though and hung out long enough to take a few pictures. After watching these guys for a couple of hours, I can only surmise that the game is a bit like baseball, but aside from that, I don’t know a thing about how it’s played. I know it’s a very popular sport on the Indian subcontinent, in Sri Lanka and Australia (among other places), so not surprisingly, these guys in this particular area are Sri Lankan. There are similar places all over the city where players turn sandy spots and concrete spaces into cricket pitches.
Just watching these guys pitch exhausts me. I think throwing the ball one time would wear me out and then I’d join the spectators under the trees.
This truck driver pulled up while I was taking pictures. He asked me to take some shots of him so he could send them to his family in Pakistan. He was proud of his truck and wanted to make sure I took one of him in front of it. I came back at the time I thought we had agreed to meet so I could give him the prints, but he wasn’t there. I wonder if he came at a different time, waited, and then left disappointed and empty-handed or if he simply forgot. I really hope it’s the latter.
I sat watching the players, snapping freely, relatively unnoticed. Every once in a while, I would ask to take someone’s picture if we made eye contact, or they would ask me to take one of them.
Clearly I’m no sports photographer, but it was fun to take pictures again and I’m looking forward to coming out of my cave now that the weather is cooling down. 🙂