Ch Ch Ch Ch Changes

Well, time to move on (Travelling or pub crawl, same same). After 16 days of issue-free stomachs, on the day we move country, one member of Team Roberts has “both ends syndrome”. That member lies still while the other packs, then its “Cheerio” and we’re in a cab to the airport, along the best road in Kerala, watching the sun rise over palm lined paddy fields, past concrete half built shacks and the craziness of the day just beginning. Leaving India encompasses relief and sadness. Its an amazing and incomprehensible country.
We get to the airport. Flight paperwork checked to enter building. Then checked again to enter check-in desks. Our preprinted boarding pass is ignored as we are issued another one. We go through immigration and security checks. Only WHSmith don’t ask for any paperwork, as we show our documents EIGHT times to various people. We’re up, fed and down very quickly and as we left 30 minutes early, there’s a toilet stop for “Both Ends” before we fly through immigration. The toilet stop makes rucksack carousel null and void as both are there when we arrive and we are greeted by a man with Guy Roberts on a bit of paper and driven to Anuradhapura (3 hours). First impressions of Sri Lanka are good. Driving rules are the same as India but the roads are better so we go faster. The scenery is very similar to Kerala but with out plastic rubbish everywhere and a bit tidier. We get to the hotel and one person sleeps and the other has a bottle of Lion stout 8.8% and deviled chicken (SEARINGLY HOT) for lunch despite having no jetlag.

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Nun watch carries over to monk watch and scores when we get to hotel are

Al 13 – 12 Guy

Choral Sweet Child of Mine

So, after a disturbed nights sleep, due to heat and feral dogs barking throughout the night, we had breakfast with Neema and her husband of Appad – rice, semolina and coconut lace pancakes – with a potato, pea and carrot spiced coconut curry, a fried egg and coffee. Neema then sent us to Fort Cochin for a days sightseeing, however a Jewish synagogue and cemetery were not for us, the Jain temple forbade you to go in with a bag – you were advised to leave it outside,at your own risk, and walked right past the Dutch cemetery without noticing it. So we have basically spent the day wandering around the merchants part of town, shops filled with sacks of rice, potatoes, shallots garlic, chillies and other such foods, we nearly witnessed a ‘punch up’ between a couple of locals, and found ourselves coming across more wandering goats than I have ever seen.  In the absence of seeing any sights we have written postcards, caught up on blogs or reading in the traveller cafes, drinking more lime soda than is probably good for you, waiting til it is reasonable to have a beer. The current cafe seems to have an intriguing taste in music, choral versions of rock’s greatest hits, Sweet Child of Mine is at present being butchered……….we have to go now as Guy is about to gouge out his eardrums with a straw! 

UPDATE – next cafe was playing Radiohead and U2, guy’s eardrums are safe!