Don’t feel as though we really deserved this huge feast this evening after only 40 kms of cycling today. How does Paul manage to sniff out a hill up a crumbling dirt track even on a “flat” coast road? Linda was quickly shaken out of her post 2 beer lunchtime stupour. A cheeky 50m up in 1 km.
Have seen women working on the sides of the roads, digging ditches and in downpours on the steep tea plantations hills. Suspect the lacemakers have a slightly better time of it, though they’re never going to get rich.
Have a fine view across the ramparts this evening at Fort Galle, temperature at 9pm, 27 degrees, a welcome coolness after the 38 degrees while cycling.
The days are changing form rural Sri Lanka to a more touristy flavour. The people are still friendly but need more to get the best out of them. We say hello before they say hello back. A slight surliness from some is an unwelcome flavour, which we haven’t felt before.
Our plans had to stay in Galle for 2 days, but the vibe isn’t to our liking, so off north tomorrow to find a fresher Sri Lanka.
Baby turtles look so cute!!! bring one back as a christmas prezzie xx