Driftwood Hotel & Resort
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- Shuttle bus service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
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... beaches on the island. The extremely hot, midday sun did not make the 10km up and down hill route much easier. Eventually we arrived and were greeted with clear turquoise water and golden sand. Beautiful! We weren't happy to hear that snorkelling was not allowed here on beach number 7, especially after just paying to hire snorkel sets. We were even more unhappy to hear that the beach we needed to go to was back the same way we had come from! We had the idea of a nice cold ...
... we went back up to the jail to take a look around as the history of it is really interesting, we walked from the hotel but it was extremely hot and sweltered as we looked around. After lunch we headed back to the hotel and Lesley has gone for a massage whilst I sit looking out over the Bay of Bengal with my binoculars doing my bit for the ...
... are dark clouds gathering and the waves have become decidedly choppy. With Ian pushing from behind and one of the guys on deck pulling from the front I am hauled on deck like a blubber whale. Brrr, it feels chilly now. We quickly change and down a cup of hot Marsala tea and a handful of biscuits. As we reach the shore, I mean 'jetty', the tide is in and we are able to scramble over the front of the boat and into shallow water. The van is loaded and we return to the straw hut, I ...
Today we take a trip to nearby Ross Island, a former British Colonial outpost which was subsequently occupied by the Japanese in WW2. But first we begin with another dire breakfast...today it's plain dosas. We have had dosas before and liked them but these taste terrible and we don't even get a cup of tea today. Thank god we are leaving this dump tomorrow. We reach the harbour and buy our tickets for the half hour crossing. There are lots of boats tied up at ...
... go. With Kate's poorly feet, he'd been fantastic meaning we hardly had to walk anywhere. Without him I don't think we would have enjoyed the island half as much. In the eighteen days we had wheels we'd done over six hundred kilometres, not bad for a tiny island that only has two roads.
Our final whole day we went for a last swim and befriended a Brummy man called Thomas who liked a drink. By 11am he was on the rum and cokes and kindly offered us some. We chatted ...