Palm Beach Hotel
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On Thursday evening I met with Sanuri from Cocal Cola and her friend and we went to the cinema and for dinner. The cinema was a fun experience, with a break half way through and signs in 3D popping up throughout to warn that smoking was indeed 'injurious to health'. We went to a German restaurant for dinner, the Bavarian. The chicken and mushroom pie was a nice treat and a good alternative to four weeks of rice! On Friday I ...
We flew to Columbo but didn't want to stay there as we'd heard it wasn't very nice so we booked a guest house a few miles out of the city by the coast in a town called Mount Lavinia. From the name I pictured a nice quaint little coastal town but instead we arrived at what can only be described as a run down town with a dirty beach. Luckily we had only booked to stay here for one night. Travelling the 30 odd Kilometres from the airport ...
... lunch after my walk on the beach. An invitation I happily accepted. I took a long stroll along the beach. the walk starts in the main village, goes past multiple 5 star resorts with tourists that refuse to leave the comfort of their beach. Locals are not allowed on this part unless they are working. I talked to a few people on my way and they were terrified to leave their resort. They were convinced they were going to get mugged, murdered and or raped. I don't I ow where ...
... like they were ongoing projects and asked if I could go and look at them. Certainly I could. It transpired that what you see here is nearly the complete display. To be perfectly frank, it looked more like a breakers yard than a Museum and it did sadden me a bit. Having made the effort to get here I made sure Itook my time but even dawdling a bit and taking lots of images, the whole visit only took me about 30 minutes and I could have seen everything in much ...
... travels from now on. It is finally sinking into my disordered little brain that against my best efforts I am actually getting old. I am not even sure I can claim to be middle aged as that would imply that I shall live to be 108 which is distinctly unlikely. I am not being maudlin or anything here, far from it, but realistically I would say I probably have five to ten years tops of my current style of travelling. I cannot see myself humping a three-month laden kitbag ...