Eating here continues to be a lot of fun. Usually, we adopt the practice that became a habit in Texas with Gary and Sarah. Find a bar, in this case one right next door to the sea, have a couple of drinks and order a plate of randomly cooked seafood to share as the need takes us. Makes for a very lazy, laid back evening whose only downside is that we're usually in bed by eight! A couple of nights back we tried to wait a bit and have a "proper" meal, picking a restaurant we'd scouted out virtually (TripAdvisor) and in reality (bar crawl) earlier in the week. A small seafood platter, the menu said. Lobster, crab, prawns, oysters, calamari, octopus, two types of fish and an interesting spicy sauce arrived. We started off in a civilised manner using the various tools provided but soon devolved to an earlier form of proto-hominid, ripping and rending carapaces with our fingers and crunching and slurping the meaty goodness out. Sri-Lankan food has a tendency to force this kind of reversion so I've learned not to fight it. The meal ended in a sort of carnivore's wasteland, wrist-deep in chilli sauce and exoskeleton splinters. The ever-courteous waiters produced two scented washing-up bowls for us so we could clean up so as to reach our wallets to pay: £25 including the drinks and bloody lovely it was.
Otherwise, our little adventure seems to have regressed into a holiday, I'm ashamed to say. Breakfast, swim in the sea, lunchtime beer at the pool bar, afternoon lounging about, and sunset drink and supper. Welcome to the land of the lotus eaters. The trouble is, it's so damned difficult to fight! I tried to break the pattern the other night when I found an interesting bar south of here called Funky de Bar. "Well", thinks I, "something called that just has to be investigated", and very interesting it was too. Travelling across S E Asia I have developed a theory that there will be a Reggae Bar! And there is here, too.; complete with posters and flags depicting the Great Marley. There seems to be a number of beaches off the road south of Hikkaduwa and this one belongs to the surfing dudes. And beach bunnies. A very wide and mostly empty bay of sand and surf with almost an almost unhealthy number of bars.
Cue the incredibly popular slideshow moment. It contains a random boring sequence of beach pictures starting at the surfing beach and ending with "guess where?". OK, got to admit this boys: whilst Steve's mystery machine can take pictures of ladybirds on the moon, Dave's tablet cannot zoom onto a babe on the beach! As usual, the males will be very disappointed.
We have arranged a mini- adventure for Monday and Tuesday. More postcards if we survive it.
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Quick message from Linda: "Silent Reader (1 & 2?); who are you?" Karen, perhaps? Or the White Witch? Come to that: who in our circle of friends signs themselves "Sobriety"? Also: "the boat trip was brills and Dave's a wuss!" Hmm. That's enough from Linda methinks.
Thinking about it: Sobriety = Steve. Except it obviously doesn't. Good disguise!
Hi, ok ! I hold my hands up to sobriety, if not by nature, I did check my spelling.
Weather update here. I kid you not it rained solidly yesterday for 12 hours min, and it was not light either. This morning is bright, but guess, yes more stuff on the way, also my house is leaking again.
The good news is my tickets have arrived, I am packed and ready to roll, I have a lift which fingers crossed will not be affected by Valentines day.
Steve are you expecting a massacre?
Dave nice vid, the outriggers on that boat did it for me!! Also the table shot was wonderful.
Not a massacre Ginge but previous offers were affected by black widows, eek !
ps: Concur with Ginge on video, Dave,but you must get the latest which comes with a telephoto.
Tee Hee Hee
I will give you a clue Linda I am not a size 14.On the other hand Your Boys are a bit on the wierdy side. In de facto perverts.
Hahaha! It's official. Wierdy pervos!
I'm not a de facto pervert, that's alien to my nature. In reality I'm a true British pervert.
Attack being the best defence Ginge, wit a double entendre you may fall in the guilty field. However you are in good company. I wonder who Linda's fiends are ?
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