The Park Street Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
- Room service
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... or was unconscious for a couple of days.”
She survived 12 days with a wounded British Soldier (Private Cecil Kingsley) until the two surrendered – she must have had some of her own personal panic on that second surrender; it would have been terrifying for her. The British Private Kingsley died of his wounds not long after their capture.
She was interned with other nurses and ...
... We finally reached the highway, a new piece of infrastructure funded by the Chinese, that has significantly improved the ability to travel within Sri Lanka. We headed south towards the Madu River, driving past large rubber plantations that lined the side of the highway. Exiting the highway, we made our way through some smaller villages, admiring the produce for sale in the small stalls that lined the streets. I have to say that while the many bananas and other ...
Thursday 2nd - another lazy day at sea! It it getting very tropical as we approach the equator. 36c but so very humid. I don't go outside at all - just unpleasant! This morning the choir started - all good fun with a good crowd. They ended up with a musical director and 2 pianists- from the passengers. The history lecturers are usually packed each day - they have one at 10 and another at 2. Normie Rowe is running some ex serviceman sessions at one of ...
... and share. Prawn curry and black spiced pork is what we ordered and both were really good! Once we smashed all the munch we went for a pint at a bar across from it still upstairs. It had suspended seats which was pretty cool to just swing about on while having a drink. Then went to bar with swing chairs. It was a little to quiet there so we headed downstairs back to bar we were at before. Once you have a couple of drinks you end up wanting to go out so we ...
... our hostel is, none of whom seem to know. This continues for half a lifetime and finally my bladder, now the size of a beach ball, drives me out into the deluge and down a dimly lit alley to relieve myself. Returning to the taxi, a fork of lightening lacerates the sky, making all the hairs on my back stand on end. An elderly Sri Lankan man with wavy hair and a full moustache standing under an umbrella is briefly illuminated. He stares straight ahead and without showing any flicker ...