After being caccooned within the safe walls of our marvelous hotel for a couple of days, Diesel and I decided to venture out and visit the beach town of Unawatuna, a known hippie/surfer hangout, one of the only places in this country that has anything close to a night life (and by "night life" I mean single bar that stays open till 2am). In a bold (and stupid) move, we decided to do as the Sri Lankans do and take the train. The trains here a ancient machines, which never ever have any room to sit down. Diesel and I stayed between the two carts, enjoying a open air ride. The ride to Unawatuna was rather fun and interesting, but it was on the way back that I started to curse the Sri Lankan trains. We were lucky enough to find a spot to stand right next to the bathroom. Just to have an idea of the dire hygienic situation, consider this: the plumbing on the bathroom at the main station was "disconnected" and it did NOT smell as bad as the one on the train. The intense heat, merciless humidity and the BO tthat engulfed us, was unbearable.
After that experience, Club Villa seemed even better than it was before.
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