So after the Everton game, I was made to watch another football game- kills my soul a little each time. After this we went back to the beach front restaurant 'Mambos' to have a few more drinks. The right decision. It was so much fun and the atmosphere was amazing! There were fireworks, one of which shot under the sun lounger of a particularly....lets say 'busy' couple; which made me laugh and also panic as to whether they were ok or not- they were fine. There was also a DJ boothe and the music was awesome. Just verything about it was cool. I set Mike a task of goign over to this German couple and asking them if they wanted to join in in our drinking game as everytime we have met people it is because of me- Mike is really shy. It was quite cute, he had to pluck up the courage and everything! He eventually got up, started walking over, and then bottled it and came back to sit down. I had to use the countdown technique on him; "If you don't go by the time I have counted down from 10, I will go"....and once I came to 0 he marched straight over and thankfully they consented and came over. I wish I could remmeber their surnames as they were really nice and fun. We all ended up getting really drunk and Mike was sick all over the floor next to him, then caried on. As I went to the bathroom I saw someone take a photo of me, so naturally I marched straight over to the two men and demanded to know what they were playing at!!! They were not expecting that. I demanded to see and then told them to delete it and they claimed they didn't know how as he had only had this mega fancy camera for a week. This was not good enough. It was one Sri-Lankan guy and one French and whilst I was trying to get my own way I was trying to concentrate on not getting distracted on Frenchie's accent. Sri-Lankie then gave me a sob story about how he took the photo because I looked like this woman he loved but she went missing and for a second he thought I was her. Hmmmmmm. At this point Mike and the German couple found m and hoisted me up to go and dance so I couldn't further this incident. If I was sober I would not have got suckered into that b******t story. So I go dance, Mike had to stay sat down as he was a little peaky, and I danced like it was 1999. The next day was a write off and we couldn't spend it on the beach anyway as it was cloudy and windy, but it was till warm so we lazed in the hamocks and squishy sofas talking about how the squirrels nicked Mike's chocolate seashells.
I also have to take this opportunity to talk to you about the guy who appeared to own our cabanna hotel. He was from Putney, England. In his lat 30s early 40s. Fat, round, short and sweaty. He HATED doing any work. You had to go to him whilst he was munching on yet more pancakes, to order food. He would sigh at having to do the great task...of yelling for one of his workers and then telling them the order so he didn't have to move. Mike and I play a game sometimes (especially for long waits in airports) where we make up the personal background for a randomer standong by. For Putney guy I came up with, lived in his mothers basement till 38 playing world of warcraft and looking at amputee porn, got sick of his elderly mother washing him wrong and dating other men, packed his bags and got a one way ticket to Arugam Bay to live, sweating himself on the beach and getting the locals to perform his demands and fantasies instead, Mike said he lived in England and moved out to AB the same week a young boy went missing from off his street, never to return. Both seem very apt for this man. He was DJ behind his desk of pancakes and beer, which consisted of plugging his i-pod into speakers. All the serial killers classic gay type idols, not the type of music you expect a man of his age to have on his playlist. The real scary one was when he put the soundtrack to 'The Exorcist' on quite loudly- sent shivers and all I could think was 'Is this what he was listening as he disposed of the young boy and his mother?'. To make things worse I eventually (when he moved) got a glimpse of this huge tattoo he had on his back. I stupidly asked him what it was. He designed it whilst drunk......it was 'Death' mixed with a Terry Pratcher character called 'Chaos'. Thank God we were checking out that day. He belongs in a 'League of Gentlemen' series.
We moved on to Polonnaruwa, which we used as a resting stop for the night, watched a bit of t.v, read, got an early night etc. We then headed to Anuradhapura, which is where we are now.We are here for 2 nights, tonight being our last night. Last night we arrived at an awkward time so the only option was to chill really, plus I wasn't feeling 100%. We are about to head out and see a few sights and then tonight it is chill agin, it is one of those places where there is NOTHING to do past 5/6pm really. Not even any restaurants about really. Maybe a rest will do us good. Tomorrow we are heading to Dambulla for one night.
I also have to take this opportunity to talk to you about the guy who appeared to own our cabanna hotel. He was from Putney, England. In his lat 30s early 40s. Fat, round, short and sweaty. He HATED doing any work. You had to go to him whilst he was munching on yet more pancakes, to order food. He would sigh at having to do the great task...of yelling for one of his workers and then telling them the order so he didn't have to move. Mike and I play a game sometimes (especially for long waits in airports) where we make up the personal background for a randomer standong by. For Putney guy I came up with, lived in his mothers basement till 38 playing world of warcraft and looking at amputee porn, got sick of his elderly mother washing him wrong and dating other men, packed his bags and got a one way ticket to Arugam Bay to live, sweating himself on the beach and getting the locals to perform his demands and fantasies instead, Mike said he lived in England and moved out to AB the same week a young boy went missing from off his street, never to return. Both seem very apt for this man. He was DJ behind his desk of pancakes and beer, which consisted of plugging his i-pod into speakers. All the serial killers classic gay type idols, not the type of music you expect a man of his age to have on his playlist. The real scary one was when he put the soundtrack to 'The Exorcist' on quite loudly- sent shivers and all I could think was 'Is this what he was listening as he disposed of the young boy and his mother?'. To make things worse I eventually (when he moved) got a glimpse of this huge tattoo he had on his back. I stupidly asked him what it was. He designed it whilst drunk......it was 'Death' mixed with a Terry Pratcher character called 'Chaos'. Thank God we were checking out that day. He belongs in a 'League of Gentlemen' series.
We moved on to Polonnaruwa, which we used as a resting stop for the night, watched a bit of t.v, read, got an early night etc. We then headed to Anuradhapura, which is where we are now.We are here for 2 nights, tonight being our last night. Last night we arrived at an awkward time so the only option was to chill really, plus I wasn't feeling 100%. We are about to head out and see a few sights and then tonight it is chill agin, it is one of those places where there is NOTHING to do past 5/6pm really. Not even any restaurants about really. Maybe a rest will do us good. Tomorrow we are heading to Dambulla for one night.
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