boots, pack, zimmer...
Here we go
This being more or less a diary of our wanderings, working back from most recent to most distant. Hence, below, the finale to our recent travels in Sri Lanka.
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Virle mentioned that the strap on her helmet was a bit dodgy – had a habit of suddenly coming loose. Insisted it was fine, but it wasn’t fine with me. Long story short,...
…on a lazy, lovely day.
Got up, had a yummy if massively overpriced breakfast, then asked our host about bikes. 3,000 for a day; 2,500 per diem for more. Done! We’ll take...
Really nothing to report, apart from a totally jammy day. For once, nothing went wrong, all connections were made, everything worked out.
First off, (and this wasn’t luck), Virle...
The day started off well when the bike that was supposed to be delivered at 8 o’clock turned up at 8 o’clock. Looked fine. Old, but fine.
We went to the bird sanctuary to...
…on the Mannar express. Doesn’t really scan, but you can’t have everything. Not much of an express either, though that’s what it calls itself. True, it’s...
..and welcome to your day from hell. Well, not hell, I guess. A sink estate on the outskirts of Loughborough perhaps.
Had a lazy morning hanging around Delft Village, chatting to other...