“D’you want the bad news or the bad news?” Not the ideal start to a day, at a groggy seven in the morning. Oh yes, he’s only gorn and done it. And that’s our homecoming shafted, at least for now.
Could be worse. Another 24 hours and we’d have been stuck at Colombo Airport, instead of here in Shangri-La, with the surf shussshing in just over there. And it’s not like a bit longer in Sri Lanka will do us too much harm. Our room’s safe for the forseeable: the Brits who were due to replace us are – you guessed it – stuck in London. I’ve spent the afternoon, in between swims and book-reading and a chicken curry brunch, typing ‘speak to agent’ into BA’s website, to be told no agents are currently available but do try again in a few minutes.
Next moves remain in doubt, pending speaking to an agent, but as of now we’re thinking of heading over to the east coast – the one part of the country we haven’t been to, on account of it supposedly being the tail end of the rainy season, though in fact the weather there looks like being lovely for the forseeable future! So, all in all, like I say, it could be a lot worse.
The pic, BTW, is Virle by moonlight, last night on the beach, returning from our wonderful grilled fish at Maduka’s next door…which is what gives it that rather ethereal look. No other pics, ‘cos we ain’t been nowhere, nor done nuffin’. Except chill…
