KEY POINTS:
Game Day, 6.30am and it's time to leave the hotel.
Traffic is a problem here in Barbados. Imagine the Auckland motorway on a Friday night, condense it into one lane and you have Barbados.
Getting anywhere takes time. And a working car horn. The horn is used for everything except "get out my way". It's hello, it's goodbye, it's "I see you over there", it's "I'm coming round a corner", it's used non stop.
But never for road rage.
This morning we meander along Bay Rd behind other taxis, private cars and Government-subsidised public buses.
An army convoy speeds past, forcing everyone to pull over. We rejoin the flow, slowly.
Our driver stops to chat to someone in a bus stop, everyone stops behind us. Toot toot and we move on.
Its 7.15 and we've travelled 4km.
We stop to let some people cross the road. Never mind that we're now on the main highway.
This is a rare two lane road, but skinny enough that I fear the wing mirrors of our taxi may interfere with the sandwich the gentleman in the car beside me is eating.
We pass the port. Two massive cruise ships have arrived overnight. They'll be wanting taxis, says our driver. He says the tourists, mainly European, only have a day in port to see the sights of Bridgetown.
We hope they started early.
The only place there is no traffic is around the cricket ground. We arrive at 3Ws Oval to find we can't stop to get out.
Our taxi driver toots and prepares to drive off but we're nice and early, and its quiet so the road security guards take pity on us.
We leap out onto a patch of seemingly wide, and very empty street. The eerie calm is shattered as our taxi driver speeds off. Toot Toot.
