nuckles

me and coz went to knuckles on monday ages ago. it's some hills that look like hills, or to the trained eye, a bit like the lake district. it's still the nicest place in sri lanka:



we were there for a reason, to give bags:



to some children (reason: not entirely clear. something to do with coz and the rotary):



being observative and a scientist too which teaches you to spot these kind of things i cleverly noticed that many of them had bags already. disaster!

but it was OK actually, they still seemed dead chuffed with them, in fact i was giving out the bags and they kept kowtowing, or whatever the thing is when you kneel on the floor and touch the other person's feet. no bugger told me they'd be doing that, it was really weird. what kind of face do you make when people are bowing and scraping like that? i tried for a benevolent compassion tinged with understanding and pity but it just actually looked like a cross between bored and smug. people who know me will say that's the way my face looks usually anyway

UPDATE: photo links were borked; fixed them. Also, i now understand why the Rotary are so named...
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because they keep going round and round in circles!