Today we leave paradise

Last day today, we leave on the 3:15pm flyer, it’s been a blast. 

Yesterday’s doing nothing actually began with doing something, immediately after breakfast, we met some German women who wanted to go snorkelling but weren’t keen on their own, so we took them out. Another beautiful morning of exploring the reef on our doorstep. We were greeted pretty early with a huge wrasse that swam gracefully ahead of us, it was amazing to see, such a large fish swimming with such elegance. Again the beauty and diversity never ceases to amaze, the glistening as the sun’s rays catch the colours. More and more species of fish that we’ll have to look up along with the usual scissor sergeants that escort us through. At one point we were surrounded by a school of bait fish swimming in a circle around us, it was pretty surreal to be in the centre of a whirlpool of fish.  Before we knew it we had been snorkelling for almost 2 hours and, well, the treacherous nature of snorkelling was revealed, if a fish biting my ass is one thing the sun kissing it is something else, yep I burnt my ass, factor 30+ applied but the sun was determined and so snorkelling literally created a pain in the ass.

After lunch we sat, carefully, by the coconut bar as the rain came in, it poured, the run off from the beach created a large ploom of sand to enter the ocean and we watched as it spread out across the reef, still people frolicked in the ocean, I guess the reality is it’s warm rain, so why not. I was happy sipping a cosmopolitan watching the rain pour and others have fun in the ocean as we chatted to other onlookers.

It was a quiet night, packing had to be done and sleep had to be had and now reflection on our place in paradise must be reflected. Octopus Resort, Waya Island, whenever you arrive at the islands in Fiji, you are greeted with the sound of music, a firm Bula and a refreshing drink. An induction takes place, meal times, activities and where to enter the water because of the chop and reef, and the reality is there is chop along the waters edge and the reef is close, so the risk of being dumped on the coral is a risk if you just go headstrong in at the wrong time of day. Then we are shown to our bure, we booked beachfront, we had airconditioning, small fridge, tea and coffee facilities, a safe (use the safe, seriously) there’s also a TV for those inclined to partake in a bit of telly while in paradise, personally we didn’t switch it on. The bed was so comfortable and it comes complete with a good old mozzie net to keep you creature free as you sleep. Outside we had a deck, chairs, table and daybed, then step on to the beach we had another daybed and two loungers both with sunshades, seriously the accommodation is comfortable and peaceful, with options of where to sit and lie as you do nothing

Food, OK as a vegan this is where the rubber hits the road, especially when you pay the mandatory food package. It didn’t start well, breakfast is a buffet of toast, cereal, muffins, pastries, fruit and a few hot options, so for me toast and beans were the standard, when beans were available, a bit of fruit on the side. The lunch menu had only one option for our 7 day stay, the dinner menu had nothing. To begin with I felt like a bit of an inconvenience, even though I had checked and double checked that they cater for vegans and informed them again immediately on arrival. On a couple of occasions I did eat the same for lunch as for dinner, on one occasion I did send my dinner back, plantain in a rich coconut sauce for lunch then a double portion for dinner did not go down well. That said the last two nights the chef seemed to have mastered it and I got delicious food, in fact the final night two women on our table decided they would like the vegan option. I spoke with a woman who was vegetarian and she was sadly disappointed, alas she was a little less outspoken them I am, but when you are paying the same as meat eaters who get at least 5 options for meals it seems quite inadequate and unfair.

Service, a difficult one, there are some that are very attentive, they learn your name and chat to you, others you can see it’s just a job, even though you are thrown together on the island 24/7. We had to ask for our towels to be changed and our bedding was never changed, so I was a little disappointed with that, the Yasawa islands are not a cheap option regardless of the star rating and this is rated 4 star.

This is our second time here and I do have to say I don’t think I would return again, the accomodation is good, the food is meh, the service is hit and miss and to be honest the ocean just a little choppy. It may sound like I’m being pedantic, and maybe I am, but this is for me a time to relax, a short break from life and the food and service has left me a little disappointed.

Don’t get me wrong, I will definitely return to Fiji, just another island and another year, well next year to be honest, we’ll return for our 30th year celebrations. The islands of Fiji really are a piece of paradise, the thing is, once on the islands, that’s it, you’re on the islands for the duration of your stay, so the little things are just as important as the big things. Vinaka Fiji, until 2020.

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Another Day in Paradise

So I’m sat here on the last full day in paradise, Mr Revthreads is sleeping so I’m reflecting on the Tuesday that just happened. That’s the problem with holiday’s the days happen so quickly. As always the morning starts with breakfast and a bit of a lounge, OMG it’s starting to sound like we are in a care facility! Anyway, it’s just the way it is and we’re loving it. The thing that broke our cycle of doing nothing up yesterday was the decision to go for a snorkel. So gear on and in we went.

The waters edge is pretty choppy here at Octopus, so it requires some decision making and stamina to get in the ocean, forget graceful. We made it in without falling over, or loosing a fin as I did the other morning, and within minutes we are greeted by another world. I say minutes because the coral closest to shore is quite bleached, that’s really sad because once passed that part of the reef, it bursts into life and the colour is amazing. Flashes of blue tiny fish dart about beneath you, flute fish almost transparent swim alongside you, I think they’re scissor sergeants, well they seem to be escorting you through the garden that they call home. Fish of every colour inhabit this garden, some large, some tiny, each going about their life, claiming their space or munching on the edges of the coral. At one point we knew that the sun had broken through the cloud, it was as though a spotlight had been turned on and the coral began to glisten in all her glory, gold, blue, white, it was quite breathtaking. We swam around constantly pointing out the different fish, the clams shut tight, sea cucumbers laying on the ocean bed, at one point we saw a beautiful yellow, almost gold and black fish that seemed to be holding on as the ebb and flow of the tide insisted that anything within follow its rhythm. We knew the tide was beginning to go out and so it was time to head back, this was confirmed as one of the sergeant fishes decided to bite my ass, yep that’s right, the little bugger nipped my ass, at least you would see it coming from a shark! We headed back in, the task now to emerge from the ocean with grace, but for me that didn’t happen, I got my fins off and over I went with the next wave, just when you think you’ve made it hahaha!

The afternoon was quiet, finished one book, started another before a serious nap was had. The next feat of the day was dinner. We sat with some young women from Germany, thankfully they had good English, my limited German would not get us far, we chatted and ate before finding out there was a quiz, so our team formed, Fiji Masters on Octopus, we were ready. I’m not always one for this sort of stuff but tonight we were on form. After round one, we were joint first, that meant a dance off, yep a dance off, but hey we won. Round two joint first again, a drinking challenge and thank you Mr Revthreads, we won. Then the final round, already too far ahead we were the quiz masters our prize a champagne breakfast in the morning, so arrangements to meet the rest of the team were made and then these old ducks went off to bed.

Today is our last full day and night, so there will be more doing nothing interspersed with a visit to the coral garden that lays along the ocean edge, but for now, there is a champagne breakfast waiting for us, the sad part, I just want a nice cup of tea!

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When the art of doing nothing takes over!

So we’ve been in Fiji for 5 days now, our time is quickly coming to an end. All of the ‘doing nothing’ has been quite strenuous.

Saturday I laid on the lounger at the oceans edge reading. We did go for a bit of a snorkel, but viz wasn’t great, so I decided that I’d try again at another point, Mr Revthreads continued for a short while before conceding to the fact I was right!Then after lunch there was more lounging to be done, it really is an art. On Saturday evening we’d reserved a corner table for 2 with a bottle of champagne on ice after all we celebrated 29 years of Revthreads bliss. After a hot humid day and a wonderful dinner it seemed appropriate to dive in the pool to cool off, before a nightcap at the coconut bar!

Sunday, after a wonderful sleep it was breakfast then time for church in the local village. It’s always good to immerse yourself in a little culture. We, along with others, prepared to head to the local village. We set off along the beach, along a little alley, and there ahead of us a ridiculous amount of stairs awaited. The sweat was already beading on our skin, rivulets were forming, but off we went, after a short while the heat and sweat faded into the background, the focus was now on our ability to breathe, the stairs seemed to go on forever and then we reached the top, the breathing thing still feeling like a new skill. I looked ahead and after all those freaking stairs we were heading back down only the down was simply a sloping muddy path with a few obstacles along the way. Any excuse I hear for not attending church back home now better be a good one, that’s all I’m saying! Anyhoo, we arrived and entered the church, the humidity seemed to have increased 10 fold, as the sweat dripped I willed the breeze to keep blowing through the window. The singing was magnificent, can’t tell you much more because it was all in Fijian, but we’re glad we went. 2 hours of church then the hike back. Did I mention the pigs and cows along the way? Apparently there are 450 people in the village and 1000 pigs, piglets just foraged along the pathway, the cows were just there! Oh plastic, the spawn of the devil, it’s so sad to see it lying around the waters edge and in the village, definitely an evil invention. The evening was relaxed, much more doing nothing.

Monday, ah yes, after breakfast it was appropriate to lie on the lounger by the ocean once more. Mr Revthreads went for a dive, I couldn’t let the lounger get lonely, so I remained and read my book!

We’ve also met some wonderful people, people who shared the church visit and who shared the corner of the coconut bar, namely Harlee, Brenton and Chas, always good to meet new people, to share stories, adventures and to share in the difficult fine art of doing nothing. Incidentally that’s what I’m off to do now, nothing as I sip a G&T.

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Did Someone Say, “Fiji?”

In answer to the title, yes! It’s becoming somewhat a bit of a ritual for our wedding anniversary, so Thursday evening at 11:35 we left the Tarmac of Brisbane bound for Nadi, the flight I assume was good, because by the time I woke up we were landing (the upgrade to business seeming a little lost on me, didn’t even savour a meal, I was zonked!) Anyhoo, a short flight, with little sleep, we arrived at Nadi and then it was time to hop in a cab to head to Denarau Marina to catch the flyer to Octopus Resort. The 2.5 hour trip seemed long, we were tired, dropping in and out of slumber as we skimmed the ocean through the Mamanuca Islands until we reached the passage of the Yasawa Islands and then, we arrived, transferred to our long boat to the resort. Finally  our feet touched the bottom of the sandy Aqua ocean and we were here. The sun breaking through the thin patches of cloud that dotted the sky, kissing our skin as we walked across the beach to be welcomed, we’d arrived. We were exhausted and so it was time to put into action the art we learned 4 years ago on our first trip here, the art of doing nothing! Once at our beachfront Bure, it was a quick change into suitable attire, that would be a bikini for me and board shorts for Mr Revthreads, pick up a book and lay on the lounger, which was conveniently placed at the front of our little hut. The sun, rather than gently kissing our skin was now biting, but the clouds passed over offering relief, the ocean made her way to shore crashing over the coral reef that lay along the coast line, the air filled with the fragrance of the hibiscus that surrounds the bure’s, we had begun to experience just a little bit of perfect that lay on our doorstep. 

It may seem a bit pointless for me to sit here, writing a blog, when employing the art of doing nothing, but it’s tough, it requires skill and strategy. For example, how long do you lay before you pick up a book? At what point do you decide that a dip in the water will bring refreshment and nurture to your skin and body temperature and of course the tough decision between ocean and pool? When does one choose the appropriate time to purchase the first alcoholic beverage. Let’s not forget we have meal times to consider, please don’t be fooled into thinking this is easy! The art of doing nothing in a life that is usually consumed with doing something requires great determination and care, the reality is that even on an island in the pacific it would be easy to cram in lots of somethings and before you know it you can be fooled into thinking you’re bored.

After much careful deliberation and of course sufficient communication, these actions are carried out with precise accuracy. Mr and Mrs Revthreads, rather than being bored are relaxed. The weight of life in the real world is banished, replaced with the liberation and freedom of doing nothing with intent. The ability to see clearly the beauty of creation that is laid out before us comes quickly, the sound of the ocean, the blue of the sky, the moment the sun kisses the ocean and land with her golden rays, even the humongous beetle that tried to take residence in our hut becomes a beautiful sight rather than a threat to humanity, that said we did escort  the creature off the premises, with care and love, but it wasn’t sharing our bedroom!

In a nutshell our first day was a couple of little things among the nothing with a few drinks as we watched the sun disappear behind the horizon before climbing into bed and as I write this I’ve had a good sleep, I’m sat sipping tea on our little deck with the ocean greeting me as she crashes to shore and the sun beckoning me out to the beach to play or maybe just lay. We’ll deliberate and communicate again, once Mr Revthreads makes and appearance, we’ll make the hard choices and enjoy our 29th wedding anniversary in this little piece of paradise.

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The Long Journey Back – Galle to Sydney

We awoke from our slumber knowing we had a long day and some ahead of us. After my reflection on the previous day it was time for a shower and to head out for breakfast, our accommodation provides breakfast but the prices are quite ridiculous and in USD, I suspect they think guests are fooled by the double figure costs, but we’re not! Anyhoo we stopped at Pedlars cafe, Mr Revthreads had the Sri Lankan breakfast with fish curry and I ordered a vegan version, which I must say was delicious, Dahl, Beetroot Curry and bread, the only thing I would change is the bread, it really was sliced white bread of door stop proportions, but delicious all the same. The spices in the beetroot curry exploded in your mouth to give a wonderful experience of Sri Lankan food. After breakfast it was basically an opportunity to walk along the fort wall and take in the sights. We wandered around and arrived at the Magistrates and District Courts, now because I had up until recently spent some time working in the Supreme and District Courts I was a bit curious, Mr rethreads suggest we walk and have a look, now at the stairs it said no entry, so we wandered along to a spot where we could step up, well when I say where we could, we still, as we soon found out, shouldn’t have, the not so happy police officer soon moved us along! So it was back to wandering, we had to have our stuff out of the room by 12 noon and so a little saunter back to our accommodation was now called for, to pack our gear and wait to leave for our train.

Once sorted we sat by the pool with a beer and reflected on our whirlwind trip, chatting to the manager who was absolutely lovely. 2:50pm soon arrived and it was time to summon a tuk tuk and load our gear in for the final hoorah. We had booked first class on the train back to Colombo, the train due to depart at 3:30pm. While first class isn’t much to look at, it had no A/C, no bells or whistles, it had seats and seriously you can’t ask for much better than that when you see trains passing you by with people hanging on for their lives at the door and really, it cost us 1600LKR about $13Aus for both of us. We hopped on board for the 2 hour journey to Colombo. At some points the train runs alongside the ocean, pretty spectacular views. The nearer the city we got shanty villages/housing areas began to crop up, some really were beachside, we’d moved from the holiday sights to the reality for many Sri Lankans. The sun began to set on the horizon, I didn’t take any photo’s I just watched as the daylight came to an end. Again so close to the city the fumes from the train and the masses of traffic began to float indiscriminately into the first class car through the open windows, that up to this point had provided a wonderful breeze of fresh air for the journey.

Now in my sickness when I left Colombo, I had left my very beautiful meditation ring in the bathroom of the Steuart hotel, while no expecting it to still be there, we did have a couple of hours to kill before our flight, so we hopped in a tuk tuk and went back to the hotel. We were received like royalty, presented with a fresh juice when they saw us, the manager coming out to greet us, they had read my review on trip advisor and were very happy obviously. My ring was lost forever, but we got to sit with another beer and ordered a meal. Having become rice and curried out, the only Sri Lankan food thats been available to this vegan traveler throughout the journey, I opted for the kofta wrap, chips and salad, what can I say, I’m adjusting for the return home. It was very tasty, and I did not succumb to the Heinz Tomato Ketchup that had been placed on the table.

Alas, it was really time to head to the airport, the ever helpful staff at the Steuart organised us a taxi. The traffic even at 8pm was horrific, it took almost an hour to get to the toll road, mad I tell you, mad! Once on the toll road it was a pretty quick journey, during which our flight was delayed yet again. So we had a few hours in the airport, where we got to drink what seemed to be the most expensive tea in the world, almost $7Aus it worked out at and it was nothing to write home about, again all prices were in USD.

Quick mooch around the shops then it was time to be loaded on to the flight. Mr Revthreads quite distraught, so far 3 sections and each time his header jack was faulty, this time no sound at all and quite unlike Mr Revthreads he complained. The staff were great and offered us alternative seats at the back of the plane once we had taken off. 5 1/2 hours to Hong Kong, one meal, nothing to shout about, pretty average food again, but this time no soy milk even on my tray. Not even a full movie in I nodded off and got a couple of hours sleep before landing in Hong Kong.

We had hoped to get out and about in Hong Kong, we had 9 hours, but alas we were weary, we looked at the transit hotel options, my oh my they’re expensive, so Mr Revthreads took up residence in a chair at the ‘caring corner’ and I opted to lay out on the floor. Once awake we wandered for some food and a drink, grabbing a couple of presents for the grandies as we went. Our flight soon came around, and there we had it on the last leg, 8 15 hours we’d be back on Australian soil. Morning warning – the vegan option food was crap on this section of the flight, the main meal was rice with all that can be described as some tinned tomatoes with a couple of teeny mushrooms, and I mean a couple, wit a side of undercooked carrot and broccoli, I like veggies al dente but my knife and fork found it difficult to penetrate either. The staff were run off their feet, making getting a drink pretty tricky. I reckon Cathay need to lift their game and employ more cabin crew, I don’t think I’ve ever encountered such low staffing numbers on a long haul flight. Anyway moan over, we touched down in Sydney, I headed to the domestic terminal where I would once again kiss good by to Mr Revthreads, leaving him in Sydney for his work as I went to board my domestic flight to Brisbane.

A whirlwind journey, finished, real life encountered once more. It really has been an amazing journey, Sri Lanka is beautiful and I look forward to a longer trip to explore much more. I’ll be back a little later with an easy read practical tips for the areas we encountered. Meanwhile I just keep pondering on the adventure we just had.

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Hikkaduwa to Galle

After thunder crashing and lightning lighting up our room through the night, I’m sat on our balcony at Thambili House, our home for last night, the rain still pouring down, the ocean crashing to the shore in the foreground, once again reflecting on our previous day’s adventure.

After a relaxing morning yesterday, we put on our backpacks and walked, once more down the railway tracks, to Hikkaduwa station for the 12:30 train, we booked two 2nd class tickets for Galle for just 40LKR each, that’s just 32 cents, and then waited, of course the train was late, but only 20 mins. The rain had stopped at that point and the sun beat down as the humidity rose, finally the train arrived our only task then was to find a seat, which unlike our last attempt was pretty easy. The journey is just 25 mins, the welcomed breeze blowing through the open window keeping us cool along the way as we bobbed passed villages and at one point we were alongside the ocean, very scenic. Once at Galle our only task was find a tuk tuk to get us to our digs for the night, that is never an issue in Sri Lanka!

Once we found our accommodation, trickier than hoped as we had been given the staff entrance address and it did look somewhat not like the fairly expensive hotel I had booked, you see it was Mr Revthreads birthday so I wanted a little bit of luxury for him, Anyhoo, staff came out and told the tuk tuk driver where to go and we made it, more on the accommodation later.

Once our stuff was in the room we went out to explore, we were inside the fort wall and I have to say it was like we’d been transported to another world, cute little streets, very tidy, very quiet, shops lining each side, tourists everywhere. It was to be a quiet day anyway, because of course today we begin to transit back, so this morning we have half a day, anyway back to yesterday. We wandered in and out of the shops before stopping at The Kitchen for a bite to eat, a salad and spring rolls to share, once again we found that most menus catered for western tourist, the only Sri Lankan food on offer was rice and curry and that would be dinner. The food, when all said and done was nice, I’ve actually missed a nice salad. We sat for a while and watched the world and people go by.

We returned to our room for a beer and to watch the sunset from our balcony. Then it was time for a bath in the palatial like bathroom with a solid stone bath, we did however run out of hot water, before heading out for dinner, yep you got it rice and curry on the roof top of Raux Cafe. This places food did give Aroma in Hikkaduwa a run for their money, the papadam was no competition, but the curries were fantastic, Mr Revthreads had a tuna curry and loved every mouthful, it’s pipped the top.

The humid night air wrapped around us as we wandered back to our accommodation, before falling into bed for a night of sleep disrupted by the sounds of thunder and flashes of light, all part of Sri Lanka at this time of year.

So Thambili House, it is very grand, private courtyard, only 3 suites, ours the Nutmeg suite eventually. I had booked the ocean view but they tried to place us in a room with a nothing view, soon rectified as we are the only people here. The staff very attentive on arrival, we were served fresh juice and towels to freshen up before we got to our room. The bed is a grand and very comfortable four poster bed complete with mozzie net. The bathroom is all stone, the bath is set with steps up and columns at each side of the steps, it is quite grand, the downsides, yes alas there are some. Woken by the thunder we found ourselves in a pool of sweat, our air conditioner carked it in the night, fortunately there is a fan and it pretty well did the trick and we were able to soon drift off. The clincher for me in my unrest is that I’ve woken up early, as always and can’t get a cup of tea, I know wrong on so many levels. There are no tea and coffee facilities in the suite, I wandered downstairs found the room Mr Revthreads had advised had tea facilities to find it dark, couldn’t find a light switch so out came my trusty iPhone. I found the kettle and found a tap, but couldn’t get the kettle to work, the plug was in, the plug was on but no little light to bring a smile to my face to suggest the kettle was working. I inspected the kettle base for extra switched, I swapped the plug  socket, which sparked at me and gave me a little fright in the dark but it confirmed there was power, still no little light on the kettle, I did wait a little while, perhaps the little light is broken, but no, nothing, so this morning I’m sipping water as the rain falls, just wrong in this amazing tea land. I’ve loved the surrounds but but I can’t help thinking this place is a 3 star masquerading as a 5, but when all said and done its first world problems, but an hour after waking I still don’t have tea!

Today’s a big day, we have our train tickets for 3:30pm, we travel back to Colombo, back to the airport for a late flight, tomorrow morning we’ll be in Hong Kong just for 10 hours so we will see what we can sort out then. Until tomorrow!

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Hikkaduwa – our last full day

I’m sat at stupid o’clock in the morning as lightening breaks the darkness of the early morning sky, thunder rolls in the distance, the rain pours down, me, I’m sat sipping tea reflecting on our adventures of yesterday.

Our first job of the day was to head to the train station to reserve our seats on the train for our trip back to Colombo from Galle on Wedensday. We wandered down our local streets with the sounds of hello greeting us from people’s houses and yards. Today we decided we would walk along the rail track, not big or clever, I’ve never walked on a railway line so it was a little exciting and we knew we’d get to the train station quicker, without a million offers of a tuk tuk. Our tickets purchased, we could rest knowing our trip back ready for our flight was sorted. Top tip, you can book 24 hours in advance where reserved seating is available, we’ll have our bags so we booked first class reserved seating for 1600LKR a whole 16AusD for both of us, and trust me, the trains get absolutely rammed so the seat is something to look forward to (providing no one claims it first!)  Anyhoo, the next plan of action was to get a tuk tuk to the Tsunami Photo Museum, and hailing a tuk tuk is not a problem, we were on our way.

We arrived to be greeted by a 18.5 metre Buddha, at the entrance, a hut. As we entered the hut the walls are filled with photo’s some far more gruesome than we’d anticipated or imagined. We were told how the sea disappeared and many locals went out to see this phenomena only to be swept away by the first wave, apparently the first wave was around 1mt high. The guide went on to tell us that this 1mt wave hit land and swept a train from the rails killing everyone on board, in fear villagers ran to hide behind the train wreckage only to be killed as the second wave, known as the killer wave, a much higher wave, as it hit land. The scenes of devastation left me speechless. Pictures of dead bodies strewn across the streets and in doorways, a photo of a mass grave filled with villagers, the local hospital, bodies laid across the grounds. The main road in Hikkaduwa was filled with destruction, people wandering, rubble everywhere, this road that over the few days we’ve been here has become our regular walk into town completely decimated. I don’t know what I expected, but I guess not this, it was a somber moment. We walked to the statue of the Buddah that had been built in the location where the villagers of Pereliya were killed, the rain poured down, soaking us as we stood silently.

As we headed back to Hikkaduwa the tuk tuk driver, who was quite young, explained he remembers that day, the sudden realisation for me that any person over the age 14 who had lived in the area had survived this disaster. The people who greeted us each day with a smile and a hello were probably living with the grief of losing someone in this disaster, that for most of us who watched from afar this was now but a piece of tragic history and in reality probably not given much of a second thought. A reminder that while for me a piece of tragic history for many it’s part of their personal story, a trauma never to be forgotten. To take it a step further a reminder that so much tragedy happens in our world and for those of us living in safety with freedom the tragedy happens around us, we watch from afar, we continue on, yet that tragedy is happening to real people, who will live with the trauma, the effects and the memories forever.

On our return we sat and sipped tea, still stunned by what we had seen, the rain stopped, Mr Revthreads and myself decided to take a walk into the now restored Hikkaduwa centre while Ian had a rest. We walked our usual walk down the streets, I dare say with slightly different eyes, meanwhile it was the Buddhist Full Moon public holiday and the road was jam packed with people on motorcycles, buses, tuk tuks zipping by, today was the day I came within about a metre of been taken out by a bus as it pulled in suddenly to pick up people on the roadside, as I began to step aside Mr Revthreads yell of “watch out” coming from behind me, disaster averted! It was amazing, there were people everywhere. We wandered along browsing in shops until we came to the main entrance for the beach, our goal to simply walk along the beach as the Indian Ocean lapped at our feet. That sounds quite romantic, the reality, the ocean was as choppy as and the waves more crashed at our feet, but chop or no chop the ocean was full of people enjoying the public holiday. At the end of the main strip of beach we headed down an alley onto the main road, Mr Revthreads needing a shave he popped into Salon Majestic for a bit of pampering before heading back for a mid afternoon rest.

Dip in the pool, afternoon drinkies, dinner called, so it was back on our merry way to Aroma, a local organic restaurant for dinner. What can I say, the best papadam I ever did taste! The food was amazing, I opted for the Sri Lankan Rice and Curry set menu of; Dahl, Vegetable curry, wambatu morju (eggplant), mango chutney, coconut Samble rice and papadam, 750LKR, amazing, all vegan, too much food, I couldn’t eat it all but I did my best, seriously the best meal so far in Sri Lanka. Mr Revthreads opted for Indian Chicken curry, Ian opted for Tandori Chicken, we all left filled to the brim very happy and satisfied, a must go to place to eat!

Anyway, the evening was coming to a close, time to head home, partake in a glass of mediocre wine and sleep.

Today as I wait for the storm to pass and the sun to rise we prepare to leave this home away from home, head to Galle and celebrate Mr Revthreads birthday, on this our final night in Sri Lanka.

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