Rain, Roach, Roseau
Part two of our correspondent's West Indies diary stars the elements, and a heir to Marshall's legacy

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Travel day. Out of Barbados at lunchtime after first picking up an HD video camera in order to shoot match analysis pieces with Michael Holding. Looking forward to meeting him, less so to playing cameraman. The flight to Trinidad is smooth, though there is rain on the tarmac when we arrive - a sign of the week to come?
Port-of-Spain is big, warm and damp. A journey to find a local SIM card ends with a new handset too, after being informed mine is on the wrong frequency for the island.
Consternation is building among the visitors about the pitch, which is exceedingly dry and grassless. Mickey Arthur shouts "Kanpur!" when I ask him for one that he has seen in a similar state. The hosts don't expect anything too dangerous, but like their chances of forcing a result - provided it stops raining for long enough.
Test match starts on a Sunday. The most vibrant thing about the play is the crowd that watches it, the Queen's Park Oval in full party mode. There are two sets of dancing girls in the Trini Posse Stand, and the music blares loud and strong from there and the other side of the ground, where a local has brought in his own stereo and speakers. A little unnerving to hear so much Australian music, but the players may find the voice of Paul Kelly more comforting than they do the pitch.
Queen's Park is now destined to be only partly filled for the rest of the working week, again demonstrating the folly of playing Test matches outside of a full weekend. Michael Hussey holds Australia's innings together, then Michael Beer takes the new ball at Michael Clarke's behest. Enjoy watching the ball turn, and fascinated by the fact that the pitch is so slow that spinners need it to be new almost as much as the pacemen do.
Delay day. For 20 minutes of sunshine there is no play in the morning due to a power failure. Everyone seems shackled and bound by agreements and directives, including the players, umpires, officials and broadcasters. Wonder why Darren Sammy couldn't have run out onto the field to talk to Clarke and resolve things without players having to leave. Crowd clueless.
Rain is starting to curtail the chances of a result in this match. But it abates for long enough to allow Kemar Roach to bowl fast and well on what would have been Malcolm Marshall's 54th birthday. No cricketer from the Caribbean was loved, either inside or outside the region, quite like Maco. Roach's admiration for Marshall's methods and character is plain, and heartening for all who hear him talk of the late fast bowler's birthday, unprompted, after play.
Clarke and Sammy do their best to get a contest going, and the 11 overs of the West Indies chase are briefly thrilling. But the weather wins out, leaving Roach as Man of the Match and Australia with the Frank Worrell Trophy retained. Both captains struggle to hide disappointment at not being able to carry on with the game, an attitude that should be more frequently displayed by cricket's international leaders.
Trinidad airport is chaotic for the start of our two-stop journey to Dominica. A few hours in Barbados allow a little time to breathe and sit quietly, an interlude that feels more valuable once we commence the searching 90-minute drive from Dominica's Melville Hall airport, right across the island to the capital, Roseau. In the hills it is constantly raining, and the bends in the road make several members of Australia's touring team quite queasy. In one of my less charitable moments I think that if "Rally Round the West Indies" was a race and not a song, Dominica's airport road would have to be included. Roseau looks promising when we finally arrive, however, and nowhere near as wet as the journey. Having taken in an impossibly beautiful sunset, I resolve to explore once I've had a night's sleep.
Day begins with a final preview chat to Clarke, who recounts the team's bus ride across the island then the sensation of the water lapping against the rocks beneath his ocean-front room at the team hotel. "Felt like I was on my mate's boat!" he exclaims.
A cruise ship is parked off Roseau this morning, and a walk through town has me thinking the captain has made the right choice in stopping here. The people are warm, the streets full of pleasing diversions (including cobbled footpaths), and the food is liberally spiced with plenty of French influences.
Pitch reminds me a little of a few I've seen at Adelaide Oval, and will offer a little more bounce than either of the previous Test surfaces. Ravi Rampaul returns to the West Indies team with a wicket second ball and the tourists again find it difficult to assert themselves against Shillingford, who this time gains vertical movement as well as lateral.
Matthew Wade is personally responsible for the most thrilling morning's cricket of the series. He attacks the West Indian bowling, spin or no spin, with enormous vigour, startling those who had only previously seen his scrapping, struggling side on this tour. Thoughts turn to Brad Haddin, given warm support by captain Clarke while at home due to a difficult family matter. Haddin has been very good and remains a leader, but has he ever done what Wade just managed here?
A grinding day on an increasingly testy pitch. Ed Cowan and Ponting battle through the afternoon, making half-centuries worth more than the number of runs involved, while sharp remarks between the players are picked up on stump microphones. Sammy begins a dialogue with Ponting, who rejoinders with, "Chris Gayle should be the West Indies captain." Sammy's rebuttal is quick: "Well, this will be your last Test."
Daniel Brettig is an assistant editor at ESPNcricinfo. He tweets here