doesn’t do justice to the groomed expanse, which is ringed by a two fine running tracks (one for humans, one for horses). From the picture you at least get a sense of how the Polo Club Field, as it’s known, fits into its otherwise high rise neighborhood. This is some prime real estate—a colonial leftover, in a country that prides itself on never having been colonized.
Our small but proud team fared OK on the first day, but were soon dispatched on Sunday by a much fitter and better-acquainted side from Australia. Two of our lads had flown in especially to play with us, one from Macao and the other from England (extending a week’s business trip he had just finished in Singapore).
Had we been club members (the waiting period is said to be ten years), we could have brushed aside our loss with a bit of lawn bowling afterward, or perhaps some badminton/basketball/billiards/bridge/chess/cricket/golf/hockey/tae kwan do/squash/swimming or tennis. As it was, we simply walked off into the sunset (watching out for passing horses, of course).

At work, Team Orange won a thriller over Team Blue to take home the trophy in the second annual Sport Day. We played on the grass next to the parking lot.
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