Arabella's Diary
Thursday 10 March 2005
A deeply frustrating morning in the internet office in Tissa trying to send all the photographs again. We succeed - hurrah! But I later discover that all the diary text I sent that morning never got to its destination (and that's what I am now having to write again today, Saturday). Frustration! Mohan and Ranil are incredibly patient and good about all this and bear with us. I'm feeling really grotty, so Mohan's doctor brother-in-law prescribes me antibiotics - as I take them so rarely, they will hopefully kick in really fast.
After a quick coca-cola, we head back along the coast westwards to Hambantota, where a lot of damage was caused by the Tsunami and many died.
We visit a camp there and the Clown does a great show for about 60 children and 60 adults, followed by a good 40 minutes of parachute games despite incredible heat. Watching the children's faces is fantastic - they are having such fun - but equally fantastic is watching the parents' faces watching their children. A real feeling of temporary happiness and of some hope for the future.
Westwards a few miles to Ambatantota, where we stay for the night in the most extraordinary hotel right on a small cliff by the sea, designed like a boat. I retire to bed with a bowl of rice and my antibiotics and water - better soon, hopefully.
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