Palm Garden Club Beruwela

... and humbling experience that for me, went far beyond religion.<br><br> November 4th was the celebration of the death day of the school&#8217;s founder, marked by no lessons, chicken curry and ice cream for the kids, a Buddhist ceremony, and finally an opportunity for me to wear a sari. The kids get one free meal a day at school (rice and curry), usually consisting of rice and vegetables and sometimes a little bit of fish. Chicken and ice ...

... sang us some chilled out Sri Lankan fishing songs while we hammered out a mellow beat on the table. It was a good day.... The next couple of days I surfed, went for beach jogs and checked out the town of Weligama. When I was wondering around town I met a local guy named Dilium. At first I was a bit skeptical of his offer to help find my way around because so many others offer only to demand a tip or take you to their Uncle's store but Dilum ...

... with rehabilitation programmes along the coast working alongside the many other NGO's that assisted in the rebuilding of lives. Sriyani shown in the picture here lost her 8 year old son in the Tsunami and as a result lost her mind because she could not cope with the loss of her only son. She recovered with the assistance of the rehabilitation programme and now she works as an office assistant in CA. Although her English is very ...

... to feed it a bit of my fish... We sorted out our bill and hit bed -- its pretty warm down here so we took the mozzie net down so we would be able to feel the fan more -- in the process of taking it down we hit the fan! Then we moved the beds a little further apart and all the slats started to fall out from underneath mine -- trying to put it all back together again was tough work after 1/2 litre wine!

... but it appears some of them hang around to dance in the starlight. So far I've spent three weeks in Sri Lanka... and this last week has been like heaven on earth. Heaven briefly turned into hell the other day when I was swimming in the ocean. The ocean here has waves that surfers would travel the earth for! Huge. I was playing the waves, waiting for them to crash in, and then pull out. The water pressure surging in and out was ...

... all the same. Was shovelling food into my mouth nammering away about nonsence to Andy and Caroline. Saw Caroline pull a green chillie out of her dinner. At precisly that moment I bit into something and swallowed. The sensation that followed is what I can only think putting a lump of coal in your mouth, lighting it, then pouring in petrol to finish it off feels like. You may remember that in an effort to endere ...

... between man and the other organisms in and around the park: the boundary begins to melt. The more harmony, the more the boundary melts. Fences are no longer necessary, if all goes well. Many researchers have found that rainforests may well produce more long-term income remaining as rainforest as opposed to being cleared for soybean or tea plantations. I sampled this first-hand with Pali, my highly enthusiastic guide and owner of the small ...

... No I insisted, its you I want to go with, your a great guy and its that tuk tuk I want to go in its my colour dint you think. 'You want go tour in Tuk Tuk' ' Yes it will be a Fantastic Adventure, you go away and think about a price. This bitwas painful. You see Chamika is such a lovely lad, and unlike other Tuk Tuk drivers, he found it hard to say a price and risk offending. I had to go through a lenghty process of getting him not to consider wear and tear, fuel ...

... nice place as planned and the smile returned to the chevvy as I saw the lovely yellow sand blue sea and smiling face of the lad, Nilante, who works at the guest house (and beleive me has he got a mouthful of teeth!) I had a great fews days here particularly after I met Loyyd an interesting chap from Brighton, Marcus an ex-bear knuckle fighting champ now living locally and meeting and getting on well with half the bays population of surfy lads. I ...

... an eternity! Well, I survived the four hours by practicing/memorizing Sinhalese verbs and sneaking off to the kitchen with my girls a couple times. Like little mice, we nibbled on the treats that were to be served after the speeches were done - more kiri bath and yummy sweets made with cashews, cardamom and fresh cinnamon - yum. I wish all of you peace and happiness in 2007!