The pig swore. Part 2.

23 November 2018 • Travel time: with 04 November 2018 on 16 November 2018

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Today we have a trip to Mirissa planned. Last year we went there for half an hour. Now we have set ourselves the goal of exploring the beaches north of it. There didn't seem to be any rain, but the sky didn't bode well. After asking the owner for an umbrella just in case, we went by bus. We drove for about an hour. When we left, we went straight to the right. We were already walking to the left. Probably due to the cloudy weather, but the beach did not make much of an impression.

I like Unawatuna better. They came to the port.

Then I had to go through the village. There they found a booth for the sale of whale watching tours.

Slowed down, it was. But somehow I didn't really want to. Overcast, stormy. No one jumped out of the booth or tried to snatch our tickets.

Well, okay. Go on. In Mirissa, as in Brazil, there are a lot of wild monkeys (and maybe domestic ones).

They kaaak jump!

Then I had to walk along the route.

Near the Buddhist temple hung an oil painting - the plot somehow suspiciously resonated with the biblical. Local Madonna with baby, halos overhead.

Further along the course was the bay of Veligama. We liked Smell even less. Shallow, wavy, densely flooded by novice surfers.

Bereg is a complete surf school. The picture on one of the boats amused. According to her, the surfer is the highest link in evolution! In how!

Then the road went far from the beaches.

But out of curiosity, we still turned to look there. It's good that it wasn't hot, I would even say, ideal for walks of this kind. There was no need to constantly change back and forth. I did not want to swim at all. But there was no rain. The umbrella was dragged in vain. An umbrella is a cure for rain. Take it with you - there will be no rain (folk omen).

The first beach was captured. There was a rather poor hut on the shore. Nothing interesting. Although, a pretty decent hotel was there too. Strange - there is a hotel, but no beach!

The next beach was quite picturesque. Small, secluded. On the cliff, something respectable loomed.

But there was only one guy in the headphones on the beach, immersed in deep meditation.

We waved fifteen kilometers that day. I'm tired. We got on the bus and rode home with a check-in at the Galle supermarket.

For the sake of variety, they bought some very cheap fish.

For two we paid something around 150 rupees. But very tasty. Of the bones - only the spine. So price is not always an indicator.

I forgot to say. Our villa, like all the surrounding, bordered on the territory of not a monastery, not some other institution of this kind. In the mornings from the balcony I sometimes saw monks brushing their teeth. Their melancholy singing was heard every day at sunset. Quite loud. But it did not last long. And on this day there was some kind of their holiday. On this occasion, we had to spend the night in a half-sleep. It was decidedly impossible to fall asleep. Singing, this time, was quieter than usual, but was periodically accompanied by bells. To tell the truth, it didn't bother me at all. The body seemed to resonate with the singing, generating subtle vibrations somewhere in the depths. There was even a buzz.

And Vadik stupidly did not sleep. Exotic!

And the place is quite quiet. If lucky with the neighbors. The night before, we had been disturbed by the cries of the Germans, who had settled on the ground floor, celebrating the day of one of their girls. How's the night? The night started quite early. I can't say how much the Germans calmed down. Maybe at 21.00. For us it was already late at night. And the Germans seem to have spent the night only once.

In the morning we were awakened by the cries of peacocks and other birds. At lunch, monkeys came, which the neighbors fed bread.

We decided to dedicate the last day in Unawatun to Fort Halle and mini-shopping. Before reaching the bus station, we went out to buy a backpack at the bazaar, or mine is too small for the return trip. Bargained for 2.200 backpacks of 55 liters. My old boy was shoved into it and went for a walk.

The fort hasn't changed in a year, so we got fat fast.

But still, being here for the umpteenth time, we saw something new, never seen before. For example, here is such an elephant.

And a peacock.

And a Chinese wedding.

And the store "Odel", which could not be found in previous visits. However, the range saddened me. T-shirts of absolutely identical style. The colors are also depressing. And prices drove into depression. Having bought nothing and left.

We were amused by the walls of the fort, densely covered with spectators.

Apparently they didn't have enough tickets for the cricket match. Or money for tickets.

Began to look for the store "Crazy". It seems that he was somewhere here. Last time I found it only thanks to a label on the map kindly provided to me by Nadine. And I thought I remembered the place. And fig! Circling, circling.

It would seem that there is that Galle? Hardly, but found. I bought myself black livais without any holes, waists under the arms, and only slightly stretch. Practically, a classic. For 2.200 rupees. Men were one and a half to two times more expensive, and Vadik refused to buy. Across the street from the Crazy Kids store, she bought her granddaughter a T-shirt. 590 rupees. Also not cheap, but much cheaper than in Odel.

After lunch at home, we went to Jungle Beach. Today has cleared up a bit.

In the previous days, the sunset was a solid two. And, compared to Hikkaduwa, Unawatuna lost a lot in terms of sunsets. The sun here did not set in the sea, but over the cape. So on the way back from the Jungle we decided to go around the corner, in the sense of the northern end of the bay, to see the sunset in the sea. Jumping from stone to stone, risking breaking my leg, I didn't really look around.

Finding a suitable stone and taking a position with the camera, I finally looked around. Closer to the shore, behind the stones, I noticed a naked local man. I don't know what he was bored with. To sunbathe them, it seems, and to no avail. And the sun was already setting. But what do I care? Let yourself get bored. The sunset was so-so again, but against the background of a stunning surf it looked very good.

Clicking the camera, I still mowed with my right eye towards the nudist. But I was wrong. It turned out not to be a nudist. Exhibitionist, masturbator… I can be wrong with the diagnosis. In short, the guy began to caress himself in cultural language. And simply - to jerk off. Dear mother! But I don't show what I noticed. I have a view, almost like an owl, at 270 degrees, without turning my head. We continue to shoot.

And then he got up and moved in our direction.

After making his way through the rubble, he approached us and began to rub something on his tarabarsky. I have no idea what he wanted, it's scary to even guess. I grit my teeth: “Vadik, legs! And we start jumping in the opposite direction, bending the handsome man in an arc. We did not watch the sunset. Okay, let's go see the beach.

Well, so-so, sunset.

Lights and the most beautiful.

In the morning, after breakfast and renting a room, not without regret left the hospitable villa. Our path lay further south. After long hesitations between Tangalle and Dikvella, after I screwed up Vinsky's vaunted forum, but never received an intelligible answer, I chose Dikvella as my next location. The hotel was taken care of by me, as in the case of Unawatuna. But how to get to it was not entirely clear.

The refrigerator was not a refrigerator, but a mini bar. There were other rooms, 2.000, but very small, dark. It was allowed to use the shared kitchen, but there was no refrigerator at all. We didn't like it and we left. Next was a cool hotel, whose name I translated as "Salt House". There was a "Everything Busy" sign on it. Streams of soapy water ran from the yard opposite on the road. Postirushechki, apparently. Somehow, overcoming this foamy river, we finally went to the beach. His name was Hiriketia. So-called. But despite this, the beach was beautiful! At first glance.

Translated automatically from Ukrainian. View original