This is luxury you can't afford

Where was I? Oh yes, driving up to the foyer of the Lighthouse Hotel, designed by Geoffrey Bava. An intimidating number of men dressed up in beautiful matching sarongs and white shirts, dahsed up to open the car doors and to take our luggage. Then we were taken by one man into the hotel which has a huge central spiral staircase covered with almost lifesize bronze sculptures of the battle between the conquering soldiers of Sri Lanka, their horses and their weaponry. I did not like it at all but it has to be said that it is quite remarkable and certainly makes a big impact. We were accompanied up in the luft to the first floor reception where my breath was really taken away. The room opened on to a terrace where there were set out lovely seats and tables in hardwood. These overlooked the ocean which was pounding away on massive rocks with the warm breeze floating over us. I sat on a chair by the ocean as my hostess checked in, and I gasped at the beauty and terrible might of the water as it hit the rocks and sent up torrents of spray. All around me were men and women dressed in the matching sarongs or saris which were beautiful woven shades of turquoise and orange. One man came up to me and offered a drink of iced lime soda, papaya juice or something else which i could not identify. The lime soda which I chose tasted wonderfully refreshing and I sat and sipped it, drinking in the view in front of me. Tania came and asked me if I would like to hurl myself off the rocks into the sea. I  said I would but it would not be an advisable thing to do. It struck me that we talk rather glibly about the ocean of God's love and here was the reality of that ocean: wild and terrible, wonderful and strong. Yes I would love to hurl myself into it but I would perish if I did so recklessly. What does that say, I wonder?    
tHE ROOMS DESIGNED BY GEOFFREY BAVA HAVE A MARVELLOUS AFINITY WITH THEir natural surroundings. The turquioise painted doors are distressed and inside the rooms were a haven of light and coolness. each room looked on to tghe sea and had huge hardwood bedheads and dark, tropical wood forniture. The bathrooms were very luxurious but not in the standard, clinical hotel  way. the back of the bath was mirrored and reflected the ocean, there were cadles to light and lovely bath smellies in refillable blue pottery glasses, cinnamon and lime soap and gorgeous spicy body lotion. The sink had marble surround an there was a separate wet room  where I had umpteen  showers in two days jjust because i was so pleasurableto the