I enjoy an egg hopper as much as the next man, especially with some dhal and vegetable curry. But my digestive system is not robust enough to have them for breakfast every day. This morning they were a delicious alternative to toast, but it’s back to a non-spicy breakfast tomorrow I think.
Today was a re-run of yesterday, we got a tuk tuk to Unawatuna beach and did sweet FA for a few hours. I want keep my perfect peachy complexion, so I don’t go out in the sunshine for too long. The tuk tuk disgorged us on the road at the back of a restaurant, and within seconds we had found a comfortable shaded wooden plinth with a thatched roof and cushions to lie on. Some folk spend hours out in the sunshine, but by the time they are fifty they will look like Dot Cotton, and the men as well!
One of the pleasures of the beach is watching other people, all sorts of shapes and sizes in swim suites. Some views are much more pleasurable than others, but I will leave that image to your own vivid imagination. Most of the beach is lined with restaurants with an inside dining area, and then a much larger outside dining area with shaded tables and and chairs and the aforementioned covered lounging platforms. I can’t think of a proper name for such an item, but since it’s a cross been a bed and a sofa, I’ll call it a Bofa. You heard it here first folks, next year they will be selling bofas in IKEA
After a few hours we got bored with lying on the bofa, and even the bitching about passers by got a bit repetitive , “look at the size of her arse in a bikini”, “why is a grown man wearing a crocheted beany hat, what a prat”, and so on. We went back to Galle and had a nice cup of chai in a rooftop cafe with blue furniture and aphorisms painted on the wall.
Currently I’m lying in a hammock on the roof of the Muhsin Villa next to Julie who is also in a yellow stripy hammock. She has just let off an enormous squelchy fart and said “pardon me” loudly, not realising that some other people had quietly joined us on the roof. Both our hammocks are now shaking while we laugh as quietly as we can.
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