We woke just late enough to make it for the breakfast, but without the alarm. I skipped the early running and instead we hit the sun-chairs early. While playing in the waves and the pool we tried out the GoPro camera my brother so kindly borrowed me, and now I know that the mode I used need to have a computer to playback – I learn things every day 🙂

We decided to have lunch today and I broke away from my vegetarian diet for one meal, only to wait 45 minutes for a burger. Mona enjoyed a club sandwich herself – in general the quality of drinks and food at the hotel is good, the only thing I think they could improve is their bad habit of forgetting orders and/or the preparation times. A little more slacking/reading until I finished “Final Days” by Gary Gibson, OK but not as good as the previous trilogy so the next one will be Marauder, another book set in the same universe as the Shoal triology.

After the food settled I went to the gym again, this time completely empty so I took my chances and went running and exercising in shorts only and with music from the jambox – felt great. While showering I realized that the waterproof sunscreen had not been applied as through as I intended and now I sported spotted areas of sunburn – felt less great. We ended up too lazy to get dinner and the rest of the evening was spent reading except another short break to FaceTime with Java, who unfortunately still don’t grasp the concept of video chatting but at least we can look at her and see her react to our voices.

I didn’t trust myself to wake up I time for breakfast so I set an alarm which woke us at 0930 to Mona’s unbridled joy. The breakfast was nice, someone makes the omelette just the way you want, fresh fruits etc – you know the drill. I had not as much enthusiasm for the gym as the night before but headed down only to realize that running right after a large breakfast would prove to be a challenge, so I moved to the weight lifting machines instead and managed to do a decent set of exercises at least. Then we read books, tried he ocean and the pool until we got hungry again.

We decided we would stroll outside the hotel area and eat at Pier 88 which proved to be nice as well as significantly cheaper than the hotel. Mona had noodles and her portion would probably satiate a medium-sized family, myself I went for the Srilankan fish curry and managed to not leave more than a third. After sunset a duo of musicians arrived and started to perform, a sign proclaimed this would be calypso but I’m not so sure, good fun anyhow but their skill was closer to mine than Mona’s. The fact that Sri Lanka only has around 7,5% Christians doesn’t stop them from celebrating Christmas, nor the fact that it’s tropical and most of them will never see snow. Then again the Santa Claus connection little to a supposed child born by a virgin in the Middle East aren’t that solid either.

The rest of the evening was spent reading and enjoying the candy we bought earlier. I only had one mouthful of M’s (chocolate-covered nuts) though since I saw that there plenty of movement in the bag, apparently small ants have a way of entering the bag so we chose to throw the rest away. I could swear there were ants in my mouth but that being the last chocolate I took my chances. The licorice bag had proved to be more secure though and was now placed in the fridge for additional security measurements.

Woke up by the alarm, hopefully for the last time in a while. While packing I came to the conclusion that the second toilet accessories bag including sunscreens, deodorant and razor blades were missing. Most likely left at Anna but still a reminder to avoid black bags which easily hide in dark lightning. Mona left her camera at home so with a little bit of luck that’s all to be forgotten for this trip.

As for the airport of Doha it’s as most airports, filled with items for sale and parents who pass on their disrespectful manner to small children while smiling like only someone on the other side of a lobotomy operation usually can do. If the day ever comes where we gift the world with our progeny, let this be the time I swear to never let my child travel sick and constantly coughing without covering their mouth and/or doping them up. During the flight to Colombo I finished the first book I brought, “Empire of Light” by Gary Gibson – nice and worthwhile trilogy space opera but unfortunately not all the way up to the standards of Iain M Banks Culture novels.

Well in Colombo there was unexpectedly slow queues for migration and off course I had the same lovely family next to me. That said, I felt a sense of justice and inner peace when they reached the desk and failed to produced filled out forms. The immigration officer smiled and instructed them to start all over again. Schadenfreude solaced many tired travelers there and then. After a quick chat with a taxi driver we got inside his cab for 5k Rupees which seemed fair enough. A stop at his room (!) to search for some papers he’d forgotten to his mother in law later, we were off towards Bentota. Rush hour in Colombo is not to be trifled with though, and some of the roads looked definitely worse for wear but in the end we arrived at Avani Spa Resort which seemed really really nice. A nice dinner from the restaurant later we settled in and unpacked, that’s when I found the second bag of toilet accessories neatly placed inside a larger bag to avoid the content getting crushed.