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... for worship, other than Muslim items, are strictly prohibited in the Maldives. I wasn't about to worship the Buddha carving or elephant deities that I'd purchased, but they will be seized at the airport if I try and bring them into the country. In true Sri Lankan style, the 24 hour LEFT LUGGAGE counter was unattended... But as things always do, it took extra time but it all worked out. As I boarded the flight, I heard a woman with a Spanish accent singing to ...
... So basically any
of the coral carvings from pre-Islamic rule of Maldives was destroyed and are
no more than grains of powder – history ruined) Unfortunately at the time of
our visit it was closed due to Ramadan and we couldn’t visit it for another few
days (I seriously contemplated doing another trip when it reopened but at 96USD
for me to go back just to visit the closed attractions, I thought better of
it). Also in Sultans park was the oldest
... transfer check in desk we were escorted to a boat which was waiting right outside. We boarded the boat and took a 20 minute boat ride to our island!!
Coming into the island by boat was awesome...we could see all of the surrounding islands. As we pulled up to the dock we were greeted and escorted to the "main bar" and handed a refreshing cold towel and an iced tea. We waited there for our butler who then took us on a tour of ...
... Maldives is a strip 750 kilometres long and 120 kilometres wide, which begins below India, opposite Sri Lanka, and extends to the Equator. Most of the islands are tiny and just one metre above sea-level. The capital, Malè, is less than two square kilometres in size but home to an estimated 125,000 people – just over half the total population.
Next morning my face is only a little tarnished. I sit down to the hotel’s buffet breakfast which is on trestles ...
... my attention is gripped by something entirely unexpected. For the night is filled with petrol fumes and the sight, not to mention the sound, of what I calculate to be hundreds of men on scooters. There are cars too and the narrow street is so packed that no-one and nothing is moving very much. (Maybe it’s due to some sort of festival or holiday.) I daringly step, luggage and all, into this slow-motion frenzy and streak, as it were, across ...