Sometimes things don't go according to plan

This bit of the trip was meant to be the best bit - 3 stressed out city girls having some beach time in what was meant to be the most idyllic of spots ' tangalle'.

It started out well - we had a very calm good driver from Mirissa, we passed some new year festivities on our way. But then we got to Frangipani Beach Villas and our hearts sank. The feel of the place was all wrong. There was no air circulating, the staff were more interested with flirting with 18 year old German girls than serving drinks and the whole place needed a spring clean, and some women working in it. 

However the beach was still lovely and the sea was still safe to swim. So in we went. The ocean here is gorgeous - turquoise, clean, and once you are in pretty gentle waves. Unfortunately once you are in it doesn't want to let you out. That's how I found myself being dragged along the ocean floor for a while and why my leg is currently sporting a very attractive plaster tan line........let's hope both legs return to the UK

After a hot and sweaty night under the fan, Helen and I went on our usual power walk. It was when a local dog wouldn't leave us be and when I noticed that the very smily fisherman was actually wanking at us that we decided maybe this wasn't our paradise after all.

Time to upgrade.......