Cinnamon Island

Half way between Galle and Welligama along the southern coast of Sri Lanka lies a lake of islands.

On an afternoon of small swell and easterly winds sweet Kalana took a break from his Nokia and loaded us into his beloved tuk- tuk to brave the coastal highway traffic.

Passing colonial ruins, fishermen on poles, coconut groves and surf spots,

we arrive to a boatman waiting along the bank, in hope of trade. We provided him with his afternoon’s income and he provided us with a gentle ride across the expanse of water, past Temple Island, Spice Island and Bird Island,

to the docking point at Cinnamon Island.

If the mood takes, a fish pedicure is on offer at a makeshift cleaning station on a  raft floating at the waters edge. Declining we head up a clove- tree lined path to the shelter at the top, where the Island Keeper and his family live.

The welcome is hospitable and seating provided under the shelter of the homestead stoep with Cinnamon tea served as we await the demonstration. The Cinnamon Man’s smile is shy but firmly consensual when I ask if I may take pictures.

With the confidence of a showman that contradicts his shy demeanor he assures me that this is no problem. His photo has traveled far and wide…

I have no doubt it has…. tourists flow steadily through this lovely space over the seasonal months.

It is easy to understand why. The tea is delicious and the atmosphere  gently hypnotic.


Calmly we watch as The Cinnamon Man works his tools to remove one curled layer of cinnamon bark from a branch – to be dried in the sun.His wife smashes and sieves dried cinnamon out in front of us, leaving swirls of pungent and exotic aromas floating in the air, which we carry away with us as we head back down the path to the waters edge…….


First Quarter, 2016 – Celebrating the Spices of Life… Lanka Style!


Middle Eastern High

People set up in strategic viewing spots along the roads,


was a fairly good indication that we were on the right track,


as we made our way towards the Sakhir Airbase to attend the Bahrain International Airshow.


The Bahrain leg of the International Grand Prix Circuit arrives early April on the Island.

Not being motor sport types, we haven’t taken advantage of the ‘Early Bird’ ticket sales yet…but perhaps we should –


because until recently we had not considered ourselves airshow types either…


The Airshow is a biennial event and one that we would not normally make an effort to attend, however living a more suburban life now without the sea on our doorstep demands new social challenges ….


A dramatic sun set bouncing off a desert setting created beautiful light, adding additional drama to an already charged atmosphere –


Quite Intense and even a bit emotional …


Teams from the Middle East and beyond participate in this stunning show.


British Aerobatic Champ, Mark Jeffries, Russian Knights flying Sukhoi Su-27’s,


The Twisters with their Twilight Pyrotechnic Display, UAE Al Fursan flying Aermacchi MB-3 39 NAT Jets,


Saudi Hawks flying their BAE Hawk MK 65’s,


and the Sarang Helicopter Display Team from India in modified HAL Dhruv Crafts .


Unclear at the time as to who or what exactly we were watching….. we were completely clear on the fact that it was all rather spectacular. IMG_9971

Celebrating Special Events in Unique Destinations – 2016 Bahrain International Air Show.  Late January 2016













Sunday on Scottburgh Beach

Scottburgh Main Beach along the Natal Coast is South Africa’s answer to New York’s Coney Island or Britian’s Brighton. A corny combination of seaside, sand, swirly soft-serve ice-cream, hotdogs,water-slides and vintage style beach pools…with sloping lawns to boot.

For family fun or just a good solid dose of people watching nothing beats a day on this beach. Although brass bands, colourful merry-go-rounds, candy stripped gents and ladies with lace-trimmed parasols have been replaced with bikini’s, tatoo’s and even a Wimpy, on any given Sunday seeping up the folk, faces and atmosphere is guaranteed to brighten anyone’s day.

Scottburgh Main Beach – Early September 2011