Travelling Imagination

The first real post – The Durban July 2008 – one of South Africa’s finest horseracing events in Durban calendar — My friends and I have only gone for the last 3/4 — and its been quite the event — people — style — horses and not forgetting the betting –

Each year I need to remember what the rules are and most of the time – I lose — but all in good fun –

^Friends (from the right – Buggy – Jugga – Shyam – Muks – Danny – Colin)

^ first race we missed

^she was giving out chocolates

^whatever style you wanted to go with

^ladies from one of the stalls – beautiful

^the betting started

^discussing the best horses of the day

^the stands got quite full – along with the workers relaxing – they had the best view

^took some time getting to understand the scoreboard

^the queue were quite long – wherever you went

^some college friends (from the left – Pratheek & Aben)

^just passing through

^finding something to eat

^always willing to strike that pose

^its the jacket – hot as it may have been – its perfect

^just too cute for words

^and her friends

^hats are always extravagant

^Niles & Jugga

^waiting for the results and getting a drink (on the phone Lalliez)

^passion flows

^always smiling

^always get left out for a photo – so the friends asked that I pose

^she saw the camera and came running

^i’m guessing her sister

^random guy having fun

^good day to bring the girlfriend along

^colours that flow are most important

^as extravagant as you willing to be

^cuteness personified

^always smiling

^waiting for the horses from the main race to pass

^just found out that I did not win

^the horse that came out first – forgot his name

^in the Tunnel – going to the other side – craziest thing to get stuck

^more food

^this is only a small piece of it – the # of people – too many

^ on the right – Jugga’s father – the only man I know who has the right tips on the right horses

^Buggy – poser

^sorry about her eyes – the flash gets to you in the evening

^she was checking out the lights that came through – people were quite in awe

^she wanted the tshirt – but unfortunately left with nothing but her winnings

^everybody running for the 13th race – guys strip and run a race – no winner really

^fence got pushed down

^she wasn’t to interested – who knows?

^getting their clothes back on

^as we left – my hands were bored and started playing with the lights

^a day filled with dreams – betting – money – losing – winning

^Muks – Buggy – Shyam – Jugga – and – Me

Later days

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