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  • 54. Accommodating me.

    This place smells. We’re staying at a place called Elephant Reach, or should that be Retch?  It’s not an unbearable smell, just kind of an eu de two star that permeates the sweet  jungle air.   I think it’s a combination of cheap motel soap (smells the same all over the world that I can tell)…

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  • 53. Next time I get no action for a couple of weeks, maybe I won’t call it a drought.

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  • 52. Does my bum look big on this?

    Today we did what you do in Sri Lanka.   We went to an elephant orphanage, we rode on the back of one through the jungle and down a river bed, and we dodged the men hawking t shirts with an elephant’s bum on the front.   Does someone actually buy  these  tshirt? I guess…

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  • 51. This morning’s other view.

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  • 50. Sleep is overrated.

    We leave for Yala National Park in a few hours, and we arrived in the dark last night (thanks to the slow  slow train). I don’t want to miss a minute of this. The view from our room, 6am, 98 Acres Hotel, Ella.

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  • 49. Lesson on patience.

    Today we mostly learned about patience; a good buddhist learning this one. We had spent the evening at Nuwara Eliya at a larged rumpled dusty hotel that smelled of wood polish and disinfectant called St Andrews. We are in the heart of tea plantation country and the evidence of British settlement is everywhere. It’s odd,…

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