• I have put some pics on Panoramio, which shows where we were, and where the polo place was in relation to the city of Kaduna.

    http://www.panoramio.com/user/5049404

    That was one of the wierdest trips I have taken for a long time. Met & accompanied almost everywhere by an armed policeman. Playing right-handed with hand-made Argentinian bike polo mallets (bamboo, varnished). Playing on grass, in 30 degree heat, with unfamiliar rules, with horses wandering on to 'our' pitch when we were playing.

    Being made super-welcome by absolutely everyone we met, from the poorest kid to the richest man (the owner of Fifth Chukker, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adamu_Atta, was probably the friendliest & most welcoming of all). At times, I felt we were like the performing clowns, and at other times, it seemed that everyone, including the professional Argentinian polo players, wanted to have a scratch game with us.

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