Aloha from Bentota

It's nothing like Hawaii really. Everyone is polite. No one is loud. The buildings are all low rise.

After collecting our luggage and stowing it away, we boarded the lighter that transferred us to the resort across the river.

After Ms Pryia organised our room arrangements and on site vouchers (spa treatments, free cocktails and wifi), Dilshan showed us to our rooms and demonstrated how the TV worked.

We settled in and met at the pool. As much as Garry and I hated to admit it, Rouse had made an excellent choice. We quaffed our first complimentary ("nice bathers, sir") cocktail, Anne Marie and I went down to the beach to take in the sunset. Sorry, that should be AnneMarie and I and the two local touts who were looking for some work. Talk about killing the ambiance.

We ventured down to Cafe Ben for another buffet dinner that was as equal to the tucker at Heritance. In fact, we were also able to have ice cream here. Several helpings, in fact. It's surprising how well ice cream and red wine go together. This really is a voyage of discovery.