There were three of us in bed last night!

14 December 2012

Well, just to keep everyone up to date…

I’m still in paradise, which takes the form of a private villa called ‘Mandalay‘, located on the beautiful palm-fringed south coast of Sri Lanka.

Mandalay is a villa designed by my second-favourite architect, Geoffrey Bawa. Mike and I have followed his designs around this country over the years that we have been visiting Sri Lanka. Those of you who have been to Bali, Mauritius, India and other Asian countries will have seen his designs in hotels and resorts. He pioneered the blending of architecture with the environment, and also the concept of open plan reception rooms without walls. Think of those Bali resort reception areas that are completely open pavilions. This of course was in the fifties and sixties when most of the world was compartmentalising their buildings and making modernist structures that brutalised the landscape. (Sorry about that architectural rant.)

Oh, in case you’re interested, my first-favourite architect is my father 🙂

Back to Mandalay. It’s a two-storey villa on the edge of a river looking over an island that is a bird sanctuary. Every evening the sky is an avian highway leading from beach to island.

From the river jetty, we look up the banks to a lawn, a twenty metre pool and a pavilion that houses the lounge, dining area and kitchen. To the left is the two-storey villa, with a master suite taking up the entire top floor, and downstairs two bedrooms either side of the main indoor lounge (which we have yet to use!). Every room opens to the garden along one side with a combination of teak French doors and shuttered windows. The roof of the villa and pavilion is made from curved terracotta tiles (very Roman/ French Provincial) that occasionally come sliding off with a thud, thanks to a combination of efforts from the squirrels, crows and monkeys that clamber over them.

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So life at Mandalay consists of waking up, walking through the local village where we are greeted with pearly white smiles and a combination of “good morning” and “ayubowan” (local for hello, goodbye, live a long life, may the bed bugs never bite you, etc) and then a morning dip in the Indian Ocean. The water is so clean and clear. On our return, Dulcie makes us a pot of tea, and we wait expectantly like little birds for Chintaka to place breakfast in front of us. Fruit, fresh watermelon juice and then either a curry breakfast or western fare. Then it’s a day filled with reading, swimming reading, swimming, reading, swimming … get the picture?!

Of course the afternoon is spent with a gin and tonic in one hand and a book in the other, waiting for the next meal.

We shook things up a bit yesterday and played badminton on the lawn. Did I hear some colonial-era groans? Hey, I had the option of croquet. But even I couldn’t take the “mad dogs and englishmen” stereotype that far. Besides, I have no white linen to wear and I didn’t think to pack my Panama.

So Mike, Mum (who has permanent lung damage from an infection years ago), Dad (who’s almost eighty with two artificial knees) and I sweated it out hitting a shuttlecock around the villa gardens. Who said badminton is a non-contact sport? I now have a broken toe! It resulted from a very graceful dive, although I may rethink playing in a a full-length sarong and thongs next time. Or at least wear underwear under the two metres of fabric that makes up a Sri Lankan sarong. Lucky I’m with family.

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We know when it’s almost dusk because Dulcie closes up the villa and places a mosquito coil in just about every corner, under every piece of furniture. It’s like being in a smoke house – even ‘Robert’, our resident shower frog, heads for cover.

However, even with all the smoke (one is even placed under our bed – cough, cough), a ceiling fan and mosquito nets around our four poster bed, we had an uninvited guest who shared the night with us…

So now I have a swollen toe and a back that has so many lumps that it resembles a Braille novel. I’m sure it would read “Richard is tastier than the man lying next to him”. Yep, Mike my white Canadian is immune to mosquitoes. (Just not immune to the sun.)

Life is so relaxing. This morning’s breakfast consists of a conversation between the four of us of “What day is it today?”.

Yawn, stretch, scratch (bloody mossies).

But then who really cares?

About Freoroamers

Richard has worked in hospitality and travel for almost three decades and has been a regular traveller since childhood. He now travels for both work and pleasure, and is a Senior Contributor to Trip Advisor and other digital media travel platforms.
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One Response to There were three of us in bed last night!

  1. Harry Christian says:

    Darling thong is singular and no wonder you tripped over with a sarong falling around it!

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