I'm not sure what it is, but Filipinos have an intense fascination with Videoke. As far as I can tell it is simply a mix of karaoke and random videos of girls or towns in Europe. And in the Philippines, it is EVERYWHERE and they seem to have a preference for campy 80's ballads. It's on the buses, in restaurants, in random shacks by the side of the road, even in gas stations. And it is LOUD. I have even taken to carrying earplugs in my pocket because it can be so painful at times. But to the Filipinos it is serious business and you have a considerable reputation in town based on your skills. What makes it most unbelievable though...they are usually SOBER when they are singing...oiy.
Just the other day we jumped on a ferry to head to another island and everyone rushed on board to get the best seats for the...you guessed it...on board videoke. We had a nice little booth in the next section and as we settled in for the 5 hour boat ride the first guy grabbed the microphone and started singing. It was so loud and terrible that I had to put my earplugs in while Jen suffered through the whole journey, with the videoke stars never taking a break. At one point, someone starting singing Queen's 'We Are the Champions' and if I hadn't have know the music for the song, I would have sworn that it wasn't in English. The guy was SO bad that even the Filipinos around me were cracking up, even though they usually take it so seriously. But this went on for the entire ferry trip and even when the ferry was docked and people were getting off, there were still the hardcore few that were still at it. Amazing...
All I know is that this is one cultural idiosyncrasy that I will never understand or appreciate. In general, I try to do my best to appreciate the cultures of the countries I visit, but you have to draw the line somewhere...I draw my line at videoke. Thats all I gotta say about that.
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]]>The entrance of the site is guarded by a 140 ft golden statue of Murugan and a whole bunch of monkeys. The monkeys are relatively tame and really just sit around and wait for tourists to give them something to eat (or drink).

To get into the caves, we had to climb up 272 steps to the main entrance. The cave itself was quite impressive and roomy. There we several holes near the top that let down beams of light that really gave the whole place a ethereal feel.

All of the individual shrines were scattered in different nooks of the cave. In typical Hindu style they were all brightly colored and had intricate carvings, sometimes directly into the stone face.


It was definitely a cool site and I can only imagine what it is like during the Thaipusam festival when all the pilgrims come to worship.
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All in all, we had a great time in KL and it was the right balance of relaxation, luxury, and exploration to get us primed for our travels ahead.
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In honor of these Malaysian foodies, I’m going to write my first food entry of this blog.
Rain Nudle House
Pavilion KL – Food Court

Located in the massive food court of the Pavilion mall, the sleek modern décor and downtempo music at Rain Nudle House allows you to escape the overwhelming commercialism of the mall, and enjoy all the incredible flavors of Thai cooking. Slipping into the comfortable, white leather wrapped booth, I was impressed by the variety of ways that the repetition of vertical lines had been used to symbolize the rain. There was a wall of raindrop Perrier bottles, a cascade of bamboo stalks dividing the lounge and restaurant, and the requisite picture of the Thai King.

While the décor was strikingly modern, the food was traditional Thai…exactly what we had been looking for after a year of rice and curry. We ordered some of our classic favorites and couldn’t have been happier when the waitress brought out the steaming pot of Tom Yam Kung. The hot pot was literally overflowing with jumbo river prawns, galangal, kaffir lime leaves, mushrooms, lemongrass, chilies, and all manner of other goodies. The flavor was just as moving with the perfect blend of sour and spiciness.

Next they brought out the Mango Salad with Deep Fried Catfish. The Mango Salad was a mix of shredded green mango, shallots, carrots, and chili peppers, sprinkled with peanuts and topped with a lime and fishsauce dressing. The flavors and texture worked well together, but I would have actually liked the dressing to be a little spicier. The Deep Fried Catfish was not what we were expecting at all. We had assumed that the salad would have small pieces of catfish mixed into the salad, but instead it was served on the side and resembled more of a crispy cracker than anything else. It was relatively flavorless, but it had a nice crunch and actually worked well if you scooped a little salad on it and used it as a chip.

As a main course we had Pad Kha Prao, Chili Chicken with Basil leaves and white jasmine rice. This is one of my favorite Thai dishes and a lot of Thai restaurants screw it up in the US by overloading it with onions or other fillers. Thankfully, the chef at Rain Nudle House did not disappoint, delivering us a dish with a sweet sauce, tender chicken, lots of spicy chilies, and a healthly amount of Thai basil. It was incredible, and between us we wiped the plate perfectly clean.

Even though we were both stuffed after all of this food, no Thai meal is truly complete without some fresh Mango and Sticky Rice. We shared a small portion this delectable dessert and came away completely satisfied. We'd recommend RainNudleHouse to anyone.
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]]>Our first "real" day of vacation was pretty much perfect. We slept in, ate a great breakfast, and just wandered around Singapore for the day. The highlight was a visit to the Chinese Gardens. They had some beautifully manicured gardens, an incredible bonzai house, and some really cool historical statues. Best of all, it was a very cool day and we basically had the park to ourselves. Very mellow and relaxing...exactly what we needed after the chaos of closing out our project in Sri Lanka.






After the gardens, we headed back to Orchard Road which is the ultimate shopping street. Mall after mall, shop after shop. Jen had her first real experience of culture shock. After being in Sri Lanka, where shopping can be a challenge at best, it was a little overwhelming to walk into a huge mall that was more extravagant than anything we have in Portland. Definitely took a little bit of an adjustment. What threw me, though, was how Christmasy everything is. For a country with not a whole lot of Christians they have sure embraced Christmas wholeheartedly. Or at least the consumerism aspects of it. Nevertheless, they did a great job with lights and decorations in the streets. This picture doesn't do it justice, but it was pretty incredible, even for a grinch like me.

We decided to have a late lunch/early dinner at a Chinese restaurant in the mall and were amazed at how good the food was for a mall. We had garlic fried prawns, chicken in a sweet and spicy sauce, and some really good dry sauted string beans. It was a little more expensive than we had expected, but was worth every penny..or so we thought. We had budgeted to spend $50/day and had thus far been able to see Singapore on a shoestring (thanks to our free stay at the hilton), but after paying for the lunch tab we realized that we were fifty cents short for our subway ride to the airport the next day. So we wandered around for another hour, eyes to the ground, trying to find spare change on the street. Unfortunately, Singapore is so damn clean that we were only able to find another 5 cents, so Jen had to sweet talk the front desk in the Hilton to change one dollar so we could make it to the airport. I guess learning to live on a budget is just part of the adventure. 
We're off to Malaysia now for another week long stay in the Hilton Malaysia...
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This golf course has a few rules.
1) Everyone has to have their own caddy, even if you rent the only golf cart in the club.
2) Need at least one ball chaser per two golfers.
3) You have to wear a collared shirt, which means I can't play golf in my tank top.
I am sure there are other rules but these were the ones that effected our group. The golf crew was Larry, Ceni, Dan and I, each with a caddy and two ball chasers, which meant that we had ten people in one 'foursome'. I was a little nervous to play golf with all these people watching, but after a couple of holes I realized that I had no reason to lift my head since I had six people watching where my ball went. After a while, I really got used to the whole concept.

The golf course was a little dry, but that was expected since the course had not had rain for four months. It was sunny and warm, but since Kandy is higher in elevation it was actually a welcome change from Arugam Bay.




We ran out of water about the eighth hole and even though we found a vendor to buy water and soft drinks, Dan wanted beer to "lubricate his swing". Larry and Dan took off with the golf cart to raid the stock of beers in the ice chest. They only brought back four beers, then realized that one each was not enough and didn't want to share with Ceni and I. Plan B was to call our Wonder Driver Razak to load the ice chest in the back of the car and follow us from hole to hole. We had barely enough cold beers for the last nine holes.



Dan's golf game improved after a couple of beers. Razak kept the cold beers flowing and then became the official photographer for our team.



My caddy and I bonded after a couple of holes and I started to hit really well. Actually, I think I played the best 18 holes of golf in my life. Grandpa and Dad you would be proud - I got my first birdie which included a twenty plus foot putt.

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]]>The main reason that we went to Kandy, was to witness the annual Perahera festival. Kandy Perahera is a procession that honors the sacred tooth enshrined in the Temple of the Sacred Tooth Relic. This event occurs every August for ten days depending on the moon cycle in Kandy. Larry and Ceni had made reservations for the four of us on Friday August 15th at the Queens Hotel. The tickets were $40 and we were informed they are worth every penny. We were suppose to be in our seats by 7:30 pm, but we were late. Traffic was bad, we left a little late, and the check point took their time (and seem to enjoy) frisking Ceni and I head to toe. Talk about invading your personal space, I was shocked they didn't have us strip for them. Jeez. We scored second row seats from the street, but they packed us in like sardines. We, literally could not move and I barely had enough space between chair in front of me...so you can imagine what Dan knees were feeling. Larry was under the impression we would be able to order beers for this event, so I didn't bother to bring a water bottle. After sitting down I asked the guy where do we order the beers, he freaked out a little. "Madam this is a religious event we do not serve alcohol or drinks." Oh right...what was I thinking this is a Buddhist event, damn a cold beer would be nice while sitting here in this cramped chair on a really warm evening. Someone could make some serious cash selling at least cold water and snacks. Maybe I should have taken a religion class in college to remind myself not all events involve the right to drink cold beer. So we sat there waiting for the parade, I mean procession, to start and playing with the night time settings on our cameras.

The show finally started at about 8:30 pm.

These guys with long whips started the parade off. People throw them coins and only these guys received coins. They sure could crack the whip! You could even see a spark and it was very loud.

This guy was rolling on the ground while fire was attached to a string that was some how attached to his head and spinning it in circles around his body. You would think if you were rolling on the ground that one would wear black or dark colors, so the dirt does not show and easier to clean. Oh yes the religion thing again, I bet only allowed to wear white. Go the power of Bleach!

Lots of talented fire dancers making their way down the street, dancing and showing off their skills.

Then there was firer dancers on stilts! Cool beans man.....

Next the flag men came marching down the street.

The drummers were next, but you could hear them coming from a kilometer away.

The costumes on the elephants were amazing. Very detailed, colorful, some had lights and pretty much head to toe covered. I wonder how long it takes to dress an elephant?

The Kandy Dancers were fun to watch with bright and very detailed costumes as well. The fun part of this celebration was the wide range of people that participated. There was very little ones that could barely walk to the wise older men that most likely have been part of this event for years.

Boys with swords marched by.

Many different shapes and sizes of horns were played.

Some elephants had a rider and some didn't, but they all had a Mahout (elephant handler) walking along side of them. One elephant totally took a dump in front of us and a Kandy Dancer almost stepped in it.

Pretty brass flags with different symbols on each. There was many different types of flags throughout the event, but not sure what they all mean.

More drummers come down the street.
More dancers.

Not one elephant, but three at one time. Really at this point I was thinking 'thank goodness', because we were told there would be over forty elephants tonight in the procession.


Yes those are indeed hooks in that guys back, I could not stop staring at them, but at the same time I so wanted to close my eyes.

More pretty elephants walking by. There was one elephant that I felt truly bad for as it limped by. Otherwise most of the elephants looked like they were enjoying the music and a few were actually dancing.

This guy looked important so we took his picture.

The strongest smell that comes to mind from the event is kerosene. The fire torches were the only light for the parade (except for the elephants!) but also kept us hot and embers were constantly flying into our laps.

Many talents for this event.

The Grand Elephant! This is the largest elephant from India that is caring the Sacred Tooth Relic. The old one died a few years back, but they stuffed him and can be viewed at the museum by the temple of the Tooth Relic. One would think after the grand event the parade would be over, but no way we had to sit through yet another hour. The event didn't finish until after 11 pm and 60 plus elephants. The last hour would have been easier to handle with a "cold one."
Here is a video, I hope you enjoy.
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This is a picture of the local barber shop, which you only see men in. I figured either women cut their own hair or don't bother, which would explain the very long hair they all seem to have. I didn't grow large enough balls to get my hair cut in Pottuvil, but I did manage to on my next trip to Colombo.
I went with Dan to a "His and Hers" salon. Dan has been to this salon a couple of times and comes home looking good in his new doo. I know it is a little different with women, but I really wanted my hair cut so I had to suck it up. It took me five minutes to find the hers salon, which is tiny compared to the his salon. You would think this would be the first warning sign. In what salon is the men's larger than the woman's?
It took another five minutes to discuss prices and what I wanted. There was some confusion if the shampooing and hair drying after cutting was included in the price. This might be considered the second warning...should I really get my hair cut by this person who I can barely communicate with? Screw it...I wanted my hair cut, so I just closed my eyes and hoped for the best.
My favorite part of having my hair cut is actually the washing. There is something about another person washing your hair and massaging your head that is so relaxing. The washing stationed looked normal but I didn't really fit in the chair. There was no leg rest so I had to hold up half of my body weight. Then the water was freezing cold. I was so very glad when the washing was done, but the shampoo did smell lovely.
We discussed how much I wanted trimmed off and my layers redone. Then I realized the only pair of scissors sitting in front of me had orange handles and looked like paper scissors (warning number three?) I was near complete panic mode until I took a deep breathe and said to myself "hair grows back". Thankfully, she soon brought out her little cart of goods and thankfully, another pair of scissors. I think she cut every hair on my head, meaning she was very thorough. You would think this was a good thing, however it was taking forever and since there was no AC in the salon... I was accumulating major boob sweat.
Finally she begins drying my hair, which escalates the heat issue by ten. I swear I almost passed out in the salon. The hair dryer smelled bad, probably burning my hair along with my scalp. I couldn't take it any more and screamed "stop your burning me." She backed off and felt bad, but finished her job. I paid the girl 700 rupees, about $7, and walked out the door to fresh air. I have never been so thankful to leave a hair salon.
Overall my hair cut was cute and there are no visible signs of permanent hair damage from being burnt. It might, however, take another six months before I try getting my hair cut again overseas.
Dan, meanwhile, walked out of his salon with a sharp haircut, a straight razor shave, a beard trim, and a head massage for about $9. He couldn't have been happier, since there is very little he loves more than a good bargain. He says that he still misses his salon back home for the free beer and the hot stylists, but I know that he is going to bitch about paying $50 again as soon as he gets back.
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Niyas The Tea Boy and his work space!
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The Fish Market Area - Currently it is the off season for the fishermen the winds are too strong, so we can't get lobster and the prawns are on the smaller side.

A proud fisherman.

You never know what kind of fish you will find at the market.

The chili and spice guy.

The Potato Guy.

The beef guy.

The Veggie Guy.

The market alley.

The guy that was yelling at me for taking his picture.

The chicken guy and we buy our eggs from him too.
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]]>The first step in any good BBQ is getting the meat together, which in Pottuvil, Sri Lanka, is easier said than done. Since we live in a Muslim community, beef is rather easy to come by but it is not particularly tender, nor does it come in neatly wrapped packages. The only way to get meat is to find the person who slaughtered a cow that morning and literally go buy a 'chunk o' meat'. No tri-tips or rib eye steaks here. So, we decided that instead of steak we would settle for hamburgers. Unfortunately, the only way to get ground beef is the grind it yourself. Ugh.

Luckily, being the boss means that I can quickly rally the staff to get to work to help us with all of the party planning (something that I have some familiarity with). So the morning of the 4th, I sent out all of our drivers to gather the requisite party materials while I busted out the meat grinder and went to work on the 6 kg (~13lbs) of beef. I hadn't finished by the time they all got back, but I was plenty happy to turn over the arm workout and get started on the rest of the meal. I cooked up a tasty tri-bean chili, Jen made some potato salad, and the drivers put together a beautiful fruit salad. Add several cases of beer and a bottle of rum and we were set. I rewarded all of the drivers who helped cook with shots of my Patron Tequila - to which they all took an immediate liking too. Go figure. Jen got rewarded by Razak, our driver, with a new Sri Lankan outfit that his wife had made. It was a little strange at first to see her wearing Sri Lankan clothes on the 4th of July, but it was also oddly appropriate.


As we were just finishing up the food, the rest of the staff came by and we started up a game of volleyball. Usually, we can't get them to play anything but cricket, but since it was a special day I think they humored me. Actually, we all had a great time - even though Jen and my team ended up losing after being ahead the entire game. Grrr.
After volleyball, we got the grill going and cooked up all of the burgers just as it was getting dark. Everyone helped themselves to the food, but I think we got some mixed reviews. Everyone seem to like the burgers and the fruit salad, but were a little iffy about the potato salad and especially the chili. I was a little surprised about the chili since it was the most like "curry" that they eat here - but what to do? Instead Jen and I ended up eating chili for almost a week.

Finally we finished up the evening with some more drinking and playing with fireworks (Safety First!). One of our drivers refused to light the fireworks on the ground and instead would light them in his hand and throw them in the air. Meanwhile, I kept trying to figure out whether this was going to be considered a workplace injury or not. After a few errant bottle rockets, he was voted out of fireworks duty by the entire party.
In the end, I think everyone had a good time and we all learned a little bit about each others culture and found a few similarities between them. Getting drunk and blowing stuff up seems to be a universal cultural activity (at least for men), chili is NOT the same as curry, and everybody loves hamburgers (even when you have to grind it yourself). My next challenge is figuring out how to explain what Labor Day means to America and why it is that we pretty much do the same thing as we do for Independence Day. Or maybe I'll just buy an extra case of beer and several bottles of tequila and forget all the technicalities....
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Lately, I have been on this peanut butter kick and can not figure out if it is due to being out of the States or what, but damn peanut butter is good! As a kid, I did not particularly love PB&J’s, but here in Sri Lanka with some fresh baked bread they are delicious. Maybe it is the fact I can whip out a PB&J sando in like two minutes. For a while, I was having PB&J’s almost every day for lunch, but then Dan started complaining and I ran out of “Christine’s homemade Jam.” But I recently found Reese’s peanut butter cups in Colombo, so I stocked up on our last visit. Dan does not do peanut butter and chocolate so they are all for me.
The cockroach killer has been on standby after the last battle. The cockroach stepped over the line when it crawled onto the bed and across my tummy in the middle of the night. There was a complete lack of sleep that night, but I built up an extreme desire to kill the next morning. Dan and I tore the bedroom apart to find the sucker, but instead found three large cockroaches living under our bed. After Dan captured them and I drowned them in the toilet, we sprayed the whole bed with Anti Cockroach stuff, and placed traps throughout the cabana. You would have thought the battle was over, but after remaking the bed we found another one in the mosquito net. He also fell victim to my intense wrath! The cockroach killer has found two more since the big battle but they were both belly up. We have perhaps won the WAR!

After five months I am still having a little trouble with the ants. Yes I really do mean ants! They get into everything and in no time at all. Really, it is unbelievable how fast ants can travel. I finish my PB&J and only leave a smudge of jam or peanut butter on the plate and leave it on the coffee table while I finish watching the news. The next time I look down at the plate it will be swarming with ants. When trying to wash dishes I usually find a few trying to climb up my arm. That just gives me the itches...damn I am starting to itch just writing about it. Nine out ten times if you think you feel something crawling on you, most likely you actually do have ants in your pants!
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]]>We went to Colombo for a monthly meeting but timed it so we could spend the weekend shopping, playing golf, and enjoying a bath almost every day. As we are now Diamond members at the Hilton, we also got to enjoy all of the executive floor perks, including breakfast in the morning, free happy hour drinks and snacks, shoe shine, fresh fruit daily and the list goes on.
On my actual birthday we took a holiday from work, slept in, started the day with a little something something, ate breakfast, and then headed to the day spa where Dan had arranged for the “Bonds of Love” package. We started off with a soak in a hot tub with real jets, which is always a nice way to loosen up and take a load off (damn I so miss my hot tub). Next we headed to the outdoor pool with fresh flowers floating on the surface. We got all excited because it was so romantic and it was all to ourselves. But reality soon set in when we got in and the pool was freezing cold. They brought us out a little snack and sparkling wine (non-alcoholic - boo) which was pretty refreshing, even in the cold tub. I don’t get why they don't serve it in the hot tub where you are not shivering. I guess not everyone shares our bubbly in the bubbly philosophy. Next we headed to the massage tables where we shared a room together, both looking forward to the next part of our treatment. They gave me little granny panties (that look like a diaper) to wear and of course Dan is laughing at me. We first get a sandalwood body scrub that has a nice, soft smell to go along with the coarse scrubbing. I personally was having a little trouble because as she worked on one leg the other one started twitching, but nevertheless my skin felt so soft afterward. After rinsing off the scrub, our hour and half massage was next (my favorite part). Then just when you think you’re done, Dan has arranged even more. I got a pedicure in a fabulous Sri Lankan chair while Dan got a facial (which I don't think he enjoyed as much).
Dan wasn't finished yet however, so he took me off to my favorite store in Sri Lanka: Sena Gems. I needed to pick up a ring that was getting repaired, a garnet pendent that I had custom made, and my birthday present from Dan. See pictures below. It is a choker necklace with amethyst and topaz stones in a silver setting, all connected with a bunch of pearls. All I can say is it beautiful and I felt like a queen, hoping I didn’t get robbed on my way to dinner. Plus the necklace is really three in one! You can wear it all together, or just wear the choker, or just put the middle pendent on a chain. And being the queen I am, the set wouldn't be complete unless I had the matching earrings as well.
When we finally got back to the Hilton, there was a full size chocolate cake waiting for me in our room and when we went upstairs for happy hour, we were greeted by the waiters with champagne. They had found out it was my birthday so the executive floor staff had made sure to order a cake so I could celebrate right! They were so sweet.
Finally we went to dinner at a great restaurant with our friends Larry and Ceni and had some food that rivaled any of the good restaurants in Portland. All in all, I had an incredible birthday and felt so lucky to have such a great husband. That and a place nearby to buy beautiful jewelry for cheap! What else could a girl ask for?

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Picture posing for us.

Looking all innocent.

Then there is the saying, "a picture is worth a thousand words," or in this case only two...

"Monkey Love"
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]]>For the pass six years, oh my goodness we been together for six years another reality check, Dan has said he wanted to learn how to play the guitar. After every concert, "damn I should learn how to play the guitar." If you know Dan, he likes his concerts and we have been to our fair share of concerts in the last six years. I love seeing him playing his air guitar right along with the band.
Two years ago I considered buying Dan a guitar for Christmas, but do you know how many guitars are out there and the price range? For one thing I had no clue what kind of guitar he wanted as we had never gone shopping or looking for one. I ended up finding something else for him for Christmas that was a little more up my alley and completely forgot about the guitar dream until...
Driving from Colombo to Arugam Bay for like the gazillionth time, we stopped for petrol and Dan says "we have to go back...I want to check out the music shop a kilometer up the road." So we head to the music shop which has some guitars and lots of drums. Dan picks out a guitar in about ten minutes and buys it on the spot for $65 with a soft case. After talking about guitars for six years (probably longer), he takes the first step to his dream in Sri Lanka of all places.
The guitar makes it home and Dan finds guitar lessons online. I honestly think he can find anything he needs online. He quickly realizes he needs a tuner, which we find in Colombo on our next trip. Dan has the gift of picking up things quickly and learned some basic chords easily. After watching Antonio Banderas (damn he's hot) playing his mariachi guitar in Desperado, he is inspired to learn the theme song. Dan can play parts of the song but not nearly as fast as Antonio Banderas. To his credit has only been playing for a month and should start with an easier song. Jingle Bells is coming along quite nicely though so he'll be prepared for Christmas in Bali.

Dan and His Guitar

The Guitar Shop
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]]>Typically I send the driver to do the shopping due to there is not real grocery stores here, just open markets where they sell their goods. Prices are not marked and I am what you call frecking white or Dan would say snow flake white. They like to double or even triple prices on my behalf.
Fresh cheese as been another issue, I asked if I could get fresh cheese, " oh yes no problem." However, Happy Cow is what I got, not great for shredded cheese on tacos. The strange thing is I did find vanilla yogurt that is very delicious and to my surprise found a bottle of wine for $15, have not tried yet but will stock up in Colombo. Available veggies change on a day to day basis which is completely understandable but I just wanted a cucumber and some cilantro. No salads either, can't find green or red leaf lettuce and basil has been scarce as well. Not easy cooking in paradise.
Then Razac our driver shows up with fresh milk, hot in double lined plastic bags. My first thought was what the hell do I do with this. Trying not to burn myself I poured the milk into a container and placed into the frig. You can say "Got fresh Milk!" Not exactly sure how many days the milk will last, but had in my cereal yesterday. ![]()
Update on the cockroach killer the evening after the cockroach in the bed found another one in the bathroom. Completely upset another had to die and still the finger not feeling the greatest went to get the shoe. There is a God! Returned to the bathroom and a gecko was having dinner. Gecko's are my friend. As for today there has been four killings and one got away....
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]]>The wildlife here is amazing. Dan got some great shots from Yala National Park:

Green Bee-eater. These suckers can run.

Water Buffalo

Peafowl

Monitor (Big Lizard they can get 5 to 6 feet long)

Purple Heron

How many crocodiles do you see?

Painted Stork with Egrets

Now how many crocodiles do you see?

Hornbill

Deer

Bee-eater

Water Buffalo with white egret sitting on him

Elephant Rock

Bird in Tree

Yes it is a leopard and we were lucky to see one.

This leopard was just walking down the road, hanging out and stopped by our car.

So pretty...

What a look...

Pink Painted Stork

Lots of Storks hanging out in the trees.

Elephant most likely a young male, they hang out alone.

Up close and personal.

Crossing watch out.
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]]>I have come to terms with the ants getting into everything, the mosquitoes are around and the baby crabs at night in the sand trying to trip you, as you are not sure what is crawling around. However, I can't seem to come to terms with the fracken cockroaches. Is it the long antennas they have, they move fast and sometimes fly, they disappear as soon as you go to get the flip flop to kill them, if you get the chance they make a crunching sound when you hit them with the flip flop, or the fact I found one in my bed when pulling the sheets off to wash. I think a combination of all of above, but defiantly the last straw for today and the sucker had to die. Catching him was not easy and I received a finger wound in the process. But of course I caught him with a cup and piece of paper as Dan walks through the front door. A nice husband would have killed the cockroach for me, instead he smiled and said have fun. I really hate the crunching sound when hitting it, because you have to do like five times to make sure it is die. Just for the record I used Dan's flip flop. Also, I am going in invest in a cockroach trap when we go to Colombo next week ![]()

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]]>Welcome to "This Must Be The Place, The Garbely Adventure." I can not believe I have almost been away for two months, it feels like I just got here a week ago. Well actually it has not been a week since I have been in Arugam Bay. The first month Dan was working in Colombo where we had a two bedroom apartment with a nice view of the ocean and the city below. We had our friend Greg visit us for about a week. Then our friend Carrie came, who I entertained for about a month. So you can say I have been busy. We made sure Carrie saw most of Sri Lanka and than Dan got some time off, due to New Years, yes weird but Sri Lanka and India celebrate New Years in the middle of April. We went to India, which will require a new entry and lots more pictures.
We are officially in Arugam Bay until the project is over, most likely December. The beach cabana is small but nice, it is equipped with AC, electricity, cable TV, internet, the smallest kitchen in the world (a small bathroom turned into a kitchenette), a good bed, and of course a bathroom with western toilet and hot water. Really I could not have asked for more, oh except the couch does really suck I need to work on that in my spare time. We have our bad ass treehugger hammock setup ready for sitting pleasure. Enjoy the start of many photos to come...









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