Where's the lift?

As followers of my blog will know by now, the arrival of Sue always coincides with a spell of cultural inactivity. Yes there are drunken stories and blurred piccies but there's never much in the way of sightseeing. Thus I decided that this time would be different.

Before allowing her to relax on the beach I forced poor Miss Kelly to endure at least one day of sightseeing and decided upon Sigiriya (also known as a huge big rock). As you can see from the piccie, it is very nice to look at,but it is even better to climb.

Despite a huge fear of heights and an allergy towards any form of exercise whatsoever, Skelly donned an attractive MAC IN A SAC and headed on up.


I am therefore very proud of the fact that this piccie is of us both sitting on top of said rock. There may have been some blaspheming along the way but she made it.

As promised we then came to a beach so don't expect any blogging for a while. I can summarise in advance...

Beach, lunch, pool, dinner, drinks, bed, hangover.... Beach, lunch, pool, dinner, drinks, bed, hangover.... Beach, lunch, pool, dinner, drinks, bed, hangover.... Beach, lunch, pool, dinner, drinks, bed, hangover.... Beach, lunch, pool, dinner, drinks, bed, hangover....