Philip Hoare is about to see his first blue whale.
There, five miles out, the towering spout rises like a fountain in the middle of the undulating expanse. The height and width of this column of condensed breath (with traces of seawater and whale ‘snot’) is unique to this giant mammal. In a time when whalers trawled the ocean it would have been the first sign that they had found prey worth chasing. On this day, however, it sends a ripple of excitement through the fifty odd tourists who’ve come so far in pursuit of a simple sighting.
Yesterday, I was surfing through the TV channels when I saw a song sung by the girl who won Derana Dream Star II. My cousin, who was dozing off on a chair nearby, said the song was her first since winning and that it was about soldiers and I listened.