Sri Lanka - the mysterious island of Ceylon
MIRACL: "Sri Lanka - the mysterious island of Ceylon" October 16-25.2015
This is what colossal experience in the tourism market means. Both the sending and receiving parties hit the bull's-eye. The vast majority of the group was over-satisfied with the route in Sri Lanka. Why? More on this later. In the meantime, about what hurt me personally. Which, I think, can be useful as an experience for my followers in tourism. The leitmotif of the warning is, if possible, choose your neighbors even on the table more carefully. The case is almost anecdotal. I come for dinner - two ladies are sitting with a bottle of wine. “Oh, finally a man has come. Open and pour. " Why not yourself? “But you are a man! ". Suspecting nothing, I open and pour them. "Now to myself. " I would, fool, beware and refuse. In order to save money, I never drink in a restaurant where the price of alcohol is ten times more expensive. But the ladies insist. Splashed for decency and myself.
“Now pay, ” the ladies point to the restaurant waiter who has approached. Like, I didn't take anything! “But after all, they poured themselves and treated us. Don't make a fuss, you're a man! ". After some bickering, they agreed on a third. Although they drank everything themselves. True, they poured themselves now too. A third was about ten dollars, but that's not the point. I had to break my own principle, which had been established over the years: not to change a single cent in tours. In order not to buy anything and quickly raise funds for the next trip. And the result was. Every fourth round I came out "from the saved materials. " Now, after another collapse of the ruble, it must be assumed that only the eighth round will be “free of charge”, if I manage to keep the economy mode. Still resisted the temptation to change more than a dozen.
But this, I repeat, is almost a joke. But the roommate - this is serious.
In no case should the selection of a neighbor be left to chance. I, as always, asked the agency to report to the partner about myself: I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, and most importantly, I don’t snore, he doesn’t have any worries or troubles with me. In the hope, and this has always been confirmed before, that the future neighbor will do the same. This time, everything turned out to be exactly the opposite. Meet Alexander Ivanovich Tanaka from Tolyatti. On the very first day he reported what he was not an ordinary person. Firstly, not just the director of the plant, but its sole owner (one hundred percent of the shares in your pocket). Secondly, at any time he can withdraw any amount from the factory cash desk, seemingly for production, but in fact for personal purposes, any amount without paying taxes. But what about the taxmen? Ha! I keep such an accountant, whom all inspectors are afraid of. The question was spinning in the language: why then do you save some 300 - 400 dollars on a room? But he didn’t ask, it’s indecent. The rich have their quirks.
Obviously, they are rich because they were the first to learn the truth: why pay if you can not pay?
Everything is good, but one is bad. Alexander Ivanovich concealed from the tour operator that he was a snorer. Just on the very first night, he put me in front of a fact when it was no longer possible to change anything, say, to refuse such a neighborhood. I tried to wake him up as soon as he started to snore. He was indignant, considered an encroachment on his health. I had to wrap all the towels around my head and put a second pillow on top. But all this didn’t save me from snoring, and for the first half of the day I just had to fill up on the bus without going out on the routes. So try to find out as much as possible about your future neighbor in advance. And God forbid you run into someone like mine. Such people are very dangerous in all respects. After all, if a person for the sake of meager (for him) savings deliberately poisons his own kind, this is no longer a person.
This is a petty, envious individual, capable of not only deceit and betrayal, but absolutely everything up to murder. On one condition: if at the same time he is sure that he will evade responsibility. As in this case. Snoring is not punishable. And the fact that he poisoned the trip of a neighbor is the same for a neighbor, and not for himself. People without honor and conscience stop at nothing if a benefit dawns in front of their noses. By the way, after your humble servant, in communicating with a neighbor, switched to the vocabulary of the cannibal Ellochka (“Shine! ”. “Naughty, boy! ”), Dollars began to evaporate from me. At first I thought that I miscalculated and wrote down the final amount on the piece of paper incorrectly. He counted again, now by banknote, making a new final entry on the same piece of paper. The next day I count - five one-dollars and three fives are missing.
The only moment when he left his purse unattended was every night before going to bed he went to the bath to steam his sore joints. I had to take the purse with me not only to the bath, but also to the toilet. Evaporation has stopped.
And now, as promised at the beginning: so why did the vast majority of the group remain super-satisfied with the route? I give you a tip: there were almost only women in the group. What does a woman need? That's right: shops. Almost according to Mayakovsky: we say - a woman, we mean - shops, we say - shops, we mean - a woman. In what, in what, and in stores for our women there was no refusal along the entire route. Moreover, not only ordinary, but sophisticated in their savage ingenuity in seduction. Here is one of the characteristic days. From the very morning - a batik factory.
The Russian-speaking specialist tells and, using live examples of workers, shows what a complex and expensive production it is, which is possible only with them, in Sri Lanka. Others compared to them - just fie. However, they sell their products much cheaper than others. (Informed people say that in Russia the same thing can be bought cheaper and in a much larger assortment. But for a woman, it is important that she can brag to her friends: this one is from Madagascar, this one is from Sri Lanka, and this one was taken away from under the nose of the very polar bear from the South Pole. Warmed up in such a way, on the verge of a foul, our ladies, without exception, bought their goods in a colorfully decorated store at the factory.
After batik, the same weaving factory. The technology of seduction is the same one to one. And merchandising again in full. The next number is a souvenir woodworking factory.
But here the seducers miscalculated a little, they did not take into account that Russian customers are still poorer than Western European or American ones. They broke such prices that few decided to buy. But he fought back for the woodworkers, as he called himself, a doctor, a folk healer. In his garden, under almost every tree and bush, he set up tables with jars and vials of ointments, lotions, tinctures and pills. Own invention and production from the same plants under which they stand. In the purest Russian, for an hour and a half, he artistically described how all this almost instantly helps almost all diseases. Then, as an experienced lecturer, he made a short break with a treat in small cups for some reason free cocoa, and not an infusion of herbs (was it easier to breed? ). Plus, again, a free head massage, however, already with aromatic oils, at the choice of the client.
And a new hourly processing now with recipes for all herbs and diseases pre-printed in Russian. So that women themselves, without pressure, choose who needs what. And when you have chosen - please go to the store. And although it is much more expensive than a wooden one, absolutely everyone left (it seems that only one survived) with large packages. Who saves on their own health. Moreover, the medicines are so miraculous, and even overseas (even overseas).
Now about the route itself. In my opinion, there is practically nothing to see in Sri Lanka. Is that in one of the towns amateur performances. The Great Hall was filled to capacity with tourists like us. This means that everyone has this inscribed in the waybill with the corresponding advance payment. Amateur art is, of course, good, but why should tourists support it?
The main attraction of Sri Lanka is day after day solid temples with thousands of cloned buddhas. Remarkably. Both the sending and receiving tour operators guessed it one hundred percent here. From day to day, from temple to temple, our women listened with bated breath to endless tales about the future. And they did not just listen, but asked questions, were interested in the details. Why? Out of deep piety? It can not be. Inscrutable female soul! Is it not because of this inscrutableness that even young girls, even from godless Russia, are increasingly sent to fight for some values of the new Islamic state. It begs the question. Primitive workshops are scattered along all the roads, where they stamp those very cloned buddhas, which are then exhibited in temples.
So, if the guide stops in front of such still unpainted clones and starts telling another fable, will our women still listen with bated breath?
My constant strong point is young people. Somehow I already wrote at once about four such young and early girls - beauties from Vladivostok. Here there was only one. She just pushed me away to be the first to break into the jeep (I am no less fit for her than my great-grandfathers). But the second, Anastasia, came up and asked: “They say you are a journalist and it’s better not to talk to you, otherwise you will write something bad. ” Word for word, it turned out, she herself, without the help of her parents, achieved everything and even earned a ticket. Open soul, sincere and friendly. She refused to give her last name, although he promised to write only good things about her. With such, as they say, you can go into reconnaissance. And if such young people are still in the majority, Russia has not yet died and will definitely rise from its knees.
As for the guide Angela. The most soulful person. (Operators guessed again). Our women, as they say, twisted ropes out of it. Maybe that's why they still gave him a tip, albeit a small one. Vladimir Antonov