I was practically leaping in excitement to show him the oft-sung medieval bridge of Avignon, and we took off at a run.
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I was practically leaping in excitement to show him the oft-sung medieval bridge of Avignon, and we took off at a run.
We passed a line of peahens. “I wish we’d passed elephants,” she said.
I have always been a stickler for meticulous preparation and planning, perhaps dating back to my Boy Scout days or maybe just a product of my OCD.
I squatted on the sand at dusk, hoping the sound of the sea would soothe me, but it churned and roared like my stomach.
On my last night in Trincomalee I couldn’t sleep. I lay frozen on the hard single bed, wide-awake and petrified.