12 hours to go and it's pouring down

I know the pitch at the new stadium in Guyana drains well, but it started raining before I went for my dinner (chicken salad, spicy beef, a rum punch and a glass of white wine) and it's still hurling it down 2 hours later. The slightly bizarre Buddy's Hotel is full of Irish and South African accents, although I suspect the stadium won't be overflowing. A couple of BBC cricket bloggers found themselves in the soup for complaining that Guyana was not the tourist beauty spot they were expecting. The drive from the airport is along unlit roads, roaming dogs barking aimlessly and wondrous insects crashing into car headlights _ and some pretty grim looking roadside bars. Buddys Hotel, just 200 yards from the new stadium, is brand new but bizarre. Rooms are massive and bits are already falling off. The heat here (we are on the south american mainland after all) is stifling. Wasn't at all sunny today but my arms are burned red. Strange things happened all day. Hotel lost my room key, then find it after half an hour, Guyanese generally either incredibyl friendly and helpful or surly.