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All covered with greenery ... or Sri Lanka - the country of unafraid chipmunks

25 November 2013 • Travel time: with 05 November 2013 on 15 November 2013
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How Potap sings - "I'm a summer lover, I'm a summer lover, I'm a summer drug addict. " It's about me. Before September ended, I was already dreaming about summer again. And where can we find it? It’s a little bit dumb in Egypt, and I want something new, I don’t want to go to the Emirates, I don’t want to go to Thailand. Sri Lanka or Goa? Goa or Sri Lanka? Since I want more nature and less partying, I choose Sri Lanka, although it is somewhat more expensive. I am stoking all the available cash, spitting on the bad prospects for its imminent renewal, and run to TA. Previously, of course, I had already thought of everything myself, there was not much trouble with me, therefore, as a regular client, they gave me a discount of as much as 7%. Of course, I chose the cheapest option at that time - the News Travel company, the Lanka Supercorals 2 * + hotel in Hikkaduwa. It’s simply ridiculous to take on such a flight for 7 nights, I had to strain, but to take 10, well, according to eyewitnesses, it turned out that it was cheaper to take HB than to dine in a cafe.

And this pleasure cost 1925 American money for two, excluding discounts.


I listen to the radio in the morning while I'm getting ready for work. There sometimes such pearls give out. I get the feeling that I'm being spied on. Otherwise, how do they know everything about me? I recently heard: “Don't spend money on clothes, spend it on travel. What difference does it make how old my sneakers are if I walk around Paris in them. Well, it's about me. I don't care that the fur coat will soon become an adult. I still don't wear it much anyway. I'd rather go where it's not needed. My favorite clothes are swimsuits. I don’t feel sorry for the money for this, well, only if it doesn’t cost like a fur coat.

Or this one:

- Do is speak English?

- If!

This is about me again. All my youth I studied German (quite successfully), but without live communication, I just as successfully forgot it. Of course, I know a couple of dozen words in English, but I can forget at a crucial moment, I can confuse “but” and “or”.

I carry a phrase book with me on every trip, sometimes I even open it, but close it very quickly. My daughter is finishing a foreign language this year, moonlighting as a tutor. So what? I have two higher educations and postgraduate studies - well, how much you can study - I'm tired! Well, with such a baggage of knowledge, I gathered in a country where in Russian you can’t even kick your ass. But muscularity does not count, he studied French, and in general he is a former loser.

Well, early booking is great. I gave the money while they are, and you sit in anticipation. I bought the tour in about six weeks. Then every day I looked at the News Travel website. And what I want to tell you. There were empty seats on the plane almost to the last. Two or two and a half weeks before departure, a tour to our hotel began to cost two hundred more. But in five days a tour appeared for two hundred cheaper, though to another hotel in Hikkaduwa. I can’t say for sure, but it was unlikely that he was worse than ours.


The sea is the best there. This is the question of which is better - early booking or last-minute tours. And everything would be fine, but for three weeks serious problems began with a loved one. I ran to the agency for a possible replacement for his daughter (I already had such a joke on my first trip to Egypt - some kind of deja vu). We called News Travel - they said - 50 bucks fine and the deadline is a week before departure). God bless him with fifty dollars, but a week is too early, everything can change at any moment. In short, all this time I was a solid bundle of nerves. A week before departure, it was necessary to decide who was going. Darling said that he was still going. The situation has changed several times this week. I have already spit on everything, I decided for myself that I would go, as a last resort, alone (but it's scary! ). Then it turned out that I could not go. In general, this early booking cost me a lot of nerves and gray hair. But everything, thank God, worked out. We won, and we're going together.

Departure from Donetsk. Since both departure and arrival are in the daytime, we decided to go by our own car (from Mariupol). Luckily, parking at the airport is free. The flight is at 12.40. It must be, for some reason, not two, but three hours before. Drive 120 km. We left at 7.30. There was such a fog on the track! The driver's eyesight is not for the Red Army. It was very scary, also because the flight could be canceled (postponed), as it had already been a few days ago (I heard it on the radio). Closer to Donetsk, the fog dissipated, but then another trouble began - traffic jams. AAAA! I would never want to live in a big city. Spend so much time and nerves to get somewhere! It took us exactly an hour to get to the airport in the city. But they arrived on time. Before leaving, we argued for a long time about jackets. I insisted on leaving them in the car, and my dear assured me that there should be a dubak at the airport, who would heat such a colossus for the sake of a couple of flights a day. I won, and we left the jackets, remaining in light sweaters.

On the street, by the way, it was relatively warm - more than +10. Initially, after reading horror stories about how luggage is lost on this route, I wanted to take only a small (just 55x40x20) suitcase in hand luggage. But then I thought, where will I put all the garbage that I buy? As a result, they took a suitcase, in which they put the most valuable thing - swimsuits, flip flops and several T-shirts and shorts, a large bag (half empty) with all sorts of nonsense (umbrella, phrasebook, sunblock, etc. ) and a bag with sandwiches. The half-empty bag was handed over to the luggage, and the suitcase and boutiques were taken with them. We went through registration, tickets were issued immediately for both planes, but if in the first we fly nearby, then to Colombo - in different corners of the plane. Damn what. Okay, let's think of something. We go up to the duty free zone. I turned out to be right. It was so warm there!

Initially, I did not want to drink on the flight. Actually, I didn't want to drink.


Such a difficult flight, I can’t stand sleepless nights, and my health is starting to end. But as soon as I got into the dutik, all my good intentions were blown away by the wind. There are so many delicious things! Having previously bought perfume for my daughter according to her order, we choose what we will drink sandwiches on the plane with. Against ordinary whiskey, this time for some reason I showed off and decided to take cognac. They packed the perfume at the checkout, but they asked about cognac: “Pack? » Right now! I pay in hryvnias, supposedly at the rate of the National Bank, but later it turned out that the girls round up to eleven, but oh well, everyone wants to live. It's still cheaper than in the exchange office, and what will happen to the hryvnia during our absence - only God knows. Let's save money. We are leaving the Dutik, and there is still plenty of time. In our past trips, we were constantly late, and immediately after the duty cycle, we loaded onto the plane.

Once they even ran to call us - everyone was already immersed. This time it's different. And then we see that the girls who came out in front of us with a bottle of champagne are so cozy in the buffet, which I did not even suspect existed. Well, what are we worse? Leaving the sweetheart to guard the table, I come back, take a bottle of Crimean collection brut from the refrigerator, and go to the cashier. The cashier no longer asks whether to pack. And then the question arises - from what will we drink? Those two girls were smart, attended to in advance, but I had no choice but to approach the barmaids. They had plastic glasses in stock, but 5 hryvnia each. However! Okay, let's walk. We sit, enjoy life, call friends. We did not say anything to anyone in advance (and this is with my boastfulness). Just under the circumstances, I was afraid to jinx it.

And it was so warm that we took off our sweaters and even changed into flip flops (and we are not alone). And then we hear a familiar voice: “Damn it, when do you work? ". We turn around. Ha! It turns out that this is one of our acquaintances who flies to Moscow (he works there). Home is extremely rare. His exclamation was due to the fact that the last time we met with him in May under similar circumstances. He flew to Moscow to work, and we flew to Turkey to rest. To each his own, as they say. There are such coincidences!

For a pleasant conversation under champagne, time flew by quickly. We walked along the sleeve to the plane (well, at least not on the bus - it’s in flip flops). The “Allah Akbar” sounded from the speakers strained a little, but quickly realized that it was just a prayer (the Arabs, by the way, thought it up well, before the flight it was not superfluous at all). They took off. Drink, eat, drink, eat. And then… I got food poisoning. I didn't listen to the voice of reason.


Either there was something wrong with cognac (Camus VS, but in plastic), or, indeed, health is already to hell. In short, I felt so bad, I thought my heart would stop. In Sharjah it was good, warm. But happiness lasted until we entered the airport building. Just a glacier! And what for, you ask? Nowhere to put electricity? I walked along the Galimenko Dutyk. But water there, by the way, is much cheaper than in Donetsk - and this was the only thing I needed at that moment. I visited the local toilet - there is still a room for prayer - cool! We plunged into the next plane, as I already wrote, in different places. True, after some time, my dear took me to him. By some miracle, we ended up with 3 places - the neighbors disappeared somewhere, and I, taking the opportunity, bridged and bridged on two chairs, tried to sleep - nothing happened. And I suck! And then they began to deliver a paid havchik. It smelled like something divine!

I would say beef stewed in vegetables, or something. In general, I brutally wanted not to eat, but to eat. Moreover, we still had sausage and cheese, but it was disgusting for me to even think about them. The stewardess was called. It turned out that they have almost nothing from the menu (or no longer exist). I had to order a burger with vegetables and two tiny juices. The burger was brutally spicy, the juice tasteless. And we paid for this crap, something like 8 bucks. Change was given in Arab tugriks. And what the hell are they to me?

Arrived in Colombo. I keep on dying. They even passed by the Dutik without looking. We got luggage - God bless you - we didn't lose it. And I threw a ticket with a baggage ticket on the plane. And God forbid! It worked out. And in the luggage - water! I drank it all up. Some stand caught my eye, from which even I, with my meager knowledge of English, realized that it was forbidden to take out corals and turtle shells. Well, here's to you!

True, nothing seems to be said about shells. I remember how we wanted to bring small shells from Egypt, but at the last moment, when we were already driving to the airport, the guide reminded us that this was not allowed. And we put them in a pot with a palm tree (there were already a lot of shells there). And the sweetheart had a pebble from the mountain of Moses in his pocket. So the customs officer somehow noticed him, searched him, but, having twisted it, returned it back. I suffered such fear there that, well, in FIG.


We paid for visas in advance, so bypassing the general queue, we quickly issue them. We're going to change money. I don’t really like the course 128.24, so I only change the twenty. We find a greeter. He showed me where to buy a SIM card and told me to wait. Bought. We waited half an hour for everyone to arrive. It was about half past five in the morning local time. We drove for a very long time, because our hotel was the last one. There were people who needed to go even further south, but they were transferred to a minibus earlier.

We arrived at the place at half past eight. That is, we were on the road for almost a day. There were six of us. The guide said that we would have to wait with the settlement, and we were sent for breakfast. I ate quickly and returned to the reception. I sit smiling at the receptionist girl. She to me. I remembered that I have a chocolate bar that was not eaten on the plane. Rummaged, gave the girl. A minute later, a key and a porter guy appeared. Wonders! Following the guy went to the room, the farthest from the reception, but the closest to the ocean. We rise to the second floor. We go in, look - so, a kettle, plasma, refrigerator. Wow! And it's 2*+! Yes, we only had a kettle in 5 * in Egypt! True, we have not needed him for three hundred years, have we come here to drink tea, or what? We are more on beer, so the presence of a refrigerator pleases us much more. The guy, having put things down, is trying to proudly leave, but I slowed him down, giving out 100 rupees to celebrate. Let's take a closer look at the number.

High ceiling, upholstered with wooden slats, a fan on it, air conditioning, a large balcony with a table and two chairs. The bathroom is just the bomb. The dream of narcissists and exhibitionists. For the first - two large mirrors opposite each other (one above the toilet, the other above the washbasin) to admire yourself in the process, so to speak, but for the second - a shower stall, enclosed by a glass wall on one side, and having a full-length window in the wall , overlooking the bedroom, which bashfully twitched oilcloth curtain. What else? Plumbing - new, tiles too. There is a hose near the toilet, a faucet in the wall for washing feet from sand, again a new hair dryer, energy-saving light bulbs. It appears to have been recently renovated. As for the room - the already mentioned plasma on the shelf, a long mirror in a dark frame, under it of the same length and a matching table-bedside table (everything is new in appearance) with a telephone, a kettle, cups, glasses.

It's about the good. Now for the bad. The bed, in principle, is also good, although not new. But the bed... yes! And the locker just caused nervous laughter - it was put together by some kind of cross-handed craftsman from some boards, and I don’t know when they painted it. But he was locked in with a key. And next to it is just a stick for trempel. Above this masterpiece of furniture art was a niche of incomprehensible purpose, reminiscent of a shelf on a Russian stove. We found only one towel per brother - bath towels, it's for the face, it's for... well, it doesn't matter. We also had it on the beach. True, the towels were changed every day, unlike the bed, which was never changed. In the bathroom, they found a bar of soap, two bathing caps, and an extra roll of toilet paper. Everything. Refrigerator spotted with rust here and there. But it froze regularly, even too much. The bananas put there quickly turned black, and the apples clattered.


The balcony is deafly isolated from the neighbors, with a high and wide concrete parapet. Even if you make love - no one will see or hear - the ocean is noisy. It is very close to the water, if you throw something from the balcony - it will fly (did not try it). On the balcony, the air conditioner is a poor fellow, rusty-rusty. And no wonder in such an aggressive environment. He worked, a little loudly, but the dead bjols did not hum. Chairs with wicker seats and backs, and soft seats on them. I flopped on one and almost fell through. Raised the seat - the weaving is broken. It's not me! We saw exactly the same chairs in our corridor. Quickly we make chench and everything is sewn-covered. In short, the room more than suited us. Perhaps it was the best room in the hotel - I don't know, I didn't see any other rooms.

We dress divers and run to the beach. The first impression of the ocean is the smell. No other sea I have ever seen smells like this! Very strong and unique.

The Sea of ​ ​ Azov has the strongest smell, but it is completely different. Well, the hotel does not have a beach as such, the ocean starts right at the fence, I knew about it very well. Therefore, we immediately go to the right in search of a lagoon near the Chaya trans hotel. Found. Settled down. I went for a dip. The water was not very clean, but in principle nothing. She swam a couple of meters and back. Enough. I'm still a little wobbly. It was the turn of my Ichthyander. Well, I made suggestions to him all the way so that he would not swim far. Very dangerous. The night before, the big divers who came with us told how they sailed close to the shore and barely got out, they were pulled out by surfers. Yes! Grab the mask and go (we did not take fins). I look, I drove figs knows where - to the rocks visible in the distance. Behind him immediately rushed a boat with rescuers. He brushed them aside and drove on. I lost sight of him. I tried to read - but my heart was not in the right place. It wasn't forty minutes.

He, the fact is that, in his youth, he was engaged in sea all-around and, moreover, he knows how to dive 15 meters without scuba gear, and even collect rapana there. As it sails away, it used to be in the Crimea - and you sit and worry. But it's not the sea! He returned happy as an elephant. Everything is there - both live corals and hefty fish like Napoleon and in general a lot of things. Only available to a few. I asked a nearby aunt, but where are the turtles? (I must say that several times I turned to people on the beach, on the street, in the hotel with different questions - I never made a mistake in their nationality - ours are everywhere). Auntie showed where - ten meters towards our hotel. Went to watch, saw, fed, photographed. All right, a little bit of good, and now - come on, let's get treated!


We returned to the room, changed clothes and went to look for a coveted store with beer, preferably cold. Obeying some anti-intuition, we went to the left.

As it turned out later (yes, I seemed to have read where this store was, but I confused the Citrus Hotel with Chaya Trance), the store was a stone's throw from the hotel, but to the right. We walked for a long time, but we found the store and the beer there was cold, but 5 rupees more expensive than in the store nearby, but there is no cold beer at all. We run to the hotel until the beer is warm. We are located on our balcony overlooking the ocean - krrrasota! Life seemed to be getting better, health too, but we should get some sleep, which we did. We woke up at 2:00 pm and went looking for a place to have lunch. In someone's review, the second cafe on the right was recommended by J. L. H. or something like that, and we went there. We took two seafood soups, a grilled shark and two fresh juices - mango and papaya. The soup was given a few pieces of butter, the fish was served with salad and French fries. Paid for all 2200 (tips are included in the bill). Everything was very tasty, only we had doubts whether it was a shark. The spine was hard.

Well, okay. Went to sleep.

We woke up at 18.00 - it was dark, it was raining outside. But you have to go to dinner. It’s good that I still took an umbrella from home, but I really didn’t want to drag it. We jumped through the puddles to the canteen - and then such a bummer, dinner, it turns out at half past seven! Oh wow! I don't eat so late at home. Will have to readjust. Things to do? Went looking for a supermarket. And again, the hard one carried us to the left. And what draws us there? Then they guessed to ask - we were turned back. So here it is - a supermarket, and next to it is a liquor store! Everything is close to the hotel! We surveyed the range - in principle, there is everything. By the way, sunscreens too, and in my opinion cheaper than ours. You can't take it with you. Actually, I don’t use them, but I decided to take them here anyway - the equator is close. So I didn’t find them in our stores - it’s not the season. Got some leftovers from a friend. Some of the travelers advised to bring chocolate and apples with them. Apples are there, but at 50 rupees per 100 grams.


Expensive, but not outrageous. And there are also chocolates and also at 50 rupees per 100 grams. Cheap. I have not tried them, but why would they be bad in a country where cocoa grows? However, my chocolate helped to get the number as quickly as possible! We bought aloe vera gel just in case and a five-liter water for 160 rupees. We were taken to our room and went to dinner.

Let me remind you - a 2 * + hotel. For each room of the hotel there is a personal served table, which did not change during the entire period of our stay. There are candles on the tables. Plays live music. I found it a little funny - some Indian machos in Mexican hats playing some tunes from westerns, the original performance of "Hotel California" and all that. There are very few people - less than half the tables are occupied. The manager of the canteen jumped in front of us - either he would move the chair, then he would straighten the napkin. Brought a drink card. Prices are even higher than in the cafe where we dined.

We, as especially suffering, took a position near the department. Waiting, waiting, not open. Yes, what kind of slovenliness! I pestered the guard - poking at the clock and at the department. He said that they would open at 9.00. I did not understand! I led him to a sign with the number 8.30, and he showed me the word closed. Semyon Semyonovich! Well I know this word. Ugh you. And we, like true drunks, trampled under the store for another 15 minutes. During this time, we were attacked by a tuk-tuker, who strongly offered to take us to the Blue Lagoon. They promised to think. Well, the time has finally come. We bought beer, well, and the notorious red rum. They stuffed the beer into the refrigerator, the rum into the nightstand.

For a trip to Halle, we decided to dress decently - in trousers. We left the hotel, crossed the road and began to slow down the buses. Crossing the road, of course, is another attraction. You will not understand where to look - to the right or to the left, it is better that nothing moves either there or there. They braked the bus and got on.


I plopped down in the front seat next to my uncle, who patted the empty seat encouragingly. Darling sat somewhere in the back. They gave 100 rupees, they did not wait for change. Probably, they immediately recognized fresh meat in us, although we were not snow-white, there was still some tan from the summer and, trying on shorts before leaving, I liked myself (I can’t stand white skin). It's fun to ride the bus, people stare at us, and we stare at them. Above the driver's seat is a contraption to which a rope is connected, stretched across the entire cabin. If you want to get out, pull the rope, the bell will ring. Many jump out and jump right on the go. The uncle who was sitting next to him left. But no one dared to sit in his place for a long time, despite the absence of other empty seats. So why am I so terrible? Then one made up his mind, more decent-looking than the others, in a long-sleeved white shirt.

We arrived at the bus station.

We walked along the platforms in search of the direction of Sinharaja. Not found. OK. We went to see the city. As usual, we went to the left. We went out to the embankment, already realized that we were fooled again, but then we saw a Buddhist temple on the left bank of the bay and decided to move in the given direction. Let's go. Locals catch something in the water with nets. They came closer - some kind of anchovy, and then they sell their catch on oilcloths spread on the ground. We walked we walked. We went to the edge of the cape. There is some kind of house or hotel, a monitor lizard is running around, a horse is grazing. As it turned out, the temple is located on the next cape behind another bay. We went to the shore of the bay. The houses on the shore look very unpresentable, and even the sewer pipes, apparently, are buried directly in the sand of the beach. Aborigines stare, greet, one even began to shoot us on the phone. Yes, we didn’t see whites in that area at all, and they probably didn’t either.

The beach ends at the rock, we can’t go further and we go out onto the road that goes around it. We walked, we walked, I was tired like a dog, and even in trousers, although they were white, but still, fu heat! Damn this decent look, so that I once again put on something longer than shorts! And the mountain never ends. And here we see another temple on a hill. We go up the stairs. We went and looked. Poor, uninteresting. I didn't want to go any further. With a tuk-tuk we agreed to get to the fort for 200 rupees. I didn’t make much of an impression either, and in general, I’m stuffy, I feel bad, I still haven’t adapted, I want to go to a hotel - to the ocean, to beer! We go back to the bus station, some men come up with offers of themselves as a guide, they tell something. Leave me alone, I still don't understand a damn thing! There were few Europeans even in the fort, and in the city they were not to be seen at all.


Behind the houses we saw a very beautiful building of purely Indian architecture (not like a pagoda, I don’t know what it’s called - see the photo), but for some reason there are no approaches to it - there are some ugly houses around. Silly, in my opinion. We took a picture. All right, that's enough, go home. We find our bus and go to the hotel. They gave me 100 rupees. Change was 20. Progress! A TV is hanging over the carrier. He turned on the music for the whole - thank God, not chanson, but local clips. Cool! On the way we see a lot of schoolchildren, all in white. Poor mothers, you can't get over it! Aunt Asya apparently moved to Sri Lanka for permanent residence.

We arrived at the hotel, ate homemade beer sandwiches and went swimming in the lagoon. And there, after yesterday's downpour, there was such a fairy that it was disgusting to go in. Let's go to the turtle. It's cleaner there. There were no people, and I pestered her a little - I clung to the shell and we kind of swam together. I tried to stand on her feet - she can not stand me - she is drowning. Darling again swam to the reef.

I met a very sociable girl from Moscow. She and the guy arrived as savages. More than a thousand euros were paid for tickets, for a hotel room they pay $ 40 per day without air conditioning and without meals. And where is the savings, you ask? But on the other hand, they traveled all over the country from hotel to hotel and the flight was direct and with meals. We had a swim and went to the room for an aperitif before dinner. Rum is very even, so fragrant that doubts about the naturalness of its ingredients crept in, . Anyway, anyway, the right lung needs to be removed - the liver does not fit. At dinner, the manager again brought a map of drinks. Oh, but I didn’t take the money - I shrug. He left to spud the newly arrived British. Good Bye May Love!

There was a terrible thunderstorm at night. Directly over my head, like a bang, I already screamed from a perelyaku. But I reassured myself that the palm trees are much higher than the body and will take over the lightning, if anything. But then there was a chilling sound - drip, drip, drip . .


I read in one review that someone dripped right on the bed. I can’t fall asleep, expecting that the abyss of the ceiling will open up on me too. Didn't open up. In the morning I did not understand where it dripped, it was dry everywhere. Looking out onto the balcony, we found that on our piggy left yesterday (the remains of sausage and apple cores), someone took a walk, leaving instead of our leftovers their poop (like mouse). Chipmunks, right? How did they get here? I see a small hole in the lower corner of the parapet, apparently for draining water, and near it some kind of garbage. Probably through him the beast and penetrated. The riddle opened the next day, but more on that later. In the meantime, we're going to breakfast. Today is Friday. A half past seven. And now the wedding photo session is in full swing. The bride is very beautiful. There are three photographers bustling around her. And when only she had time to scribble - didn’t she lie down or something at all? Although it looks very fresh.

After having breakfast and loading the beer into the refrigerator, we again go to the lagoon. After a thunderstorm, it became a swamp there. A large number of military personnel on the territory of Chaya trance and the almost complete absence of vacationers are striking. We fed the turtles, there are two of them today, chatted with a friend, and where she just went - in the Philippines, and in Singapore, and somewhere else. People live! She told how she bought fish in the market, they cooked it there, and she came to her hotel with this fish, so they ran into her that she was cooking in her room.

Okay, we are tired here, we go in the other direction (to the left) to watch the local beaches. It’s cool there, there is no reef, sand, but the waves are hefty, surfers try to ride, but few succeed. I tried to swim, so I was thrown so that I kissed well with my left half-ass on the sand (skin). Darling showed me how to enter and exit correctly, you need to dive under the wave. Well, the ocean, well, power!

Time to have lunch. Today we decided to treat ourselves to a lobster. Went to the same cafe. The waiter offered a plate of all kinds of sea stuff for 5400 rupees. I counted the cash - a couple of hundred is not enough. He says that dollars will suit him, if that. And lobsters cost 780 per 100 grams. And how much does he pull, I ask? Let's go look. They caught one in the aquarium, weighed it - 500 grams. I figured it was almost 4000. So it's better to take that plate. But with the beast, I still took a picture. They brought a plate. There were: two small lobsters (less than that), one crab, two octopuses, squid rings, lots of shrimp and a few round shells with contents, of course) and some fish steak and one whole small flat fish. Plus salad and fries. They brought more basins of water and a slice of lime and a LOT of napkins. The waiter, just in case, clarified that the water is for hands. Yes, we know this joke! We sometimes watch TV! Therefore, we did not drink this water.


They also brought creepy dental-looking tools for butchering lobsters. The waiter came several times to see how we were doing. Naturally, we did not master everything and asked to wrap up with us. No problem, wrapped in foil. For this dish and for two fresh juices - mango and avocado, together with a tip, we paid $ 51. Change from one hundredth was given in rupees at the rate of 130. There was no such rate anywhere else, in the Western Union - 129. We went to the hotel to drink this gluttony with beer.

Yes, I haven't said a word about chipmunks yet! There are herds of them! Especially for them, I brought walnuts (peeled) and seeds (unpeeled) from home. Chipmunks rejected nuts, but seeds for them are just opium for the people! Hawali with hands. Friends then looked at the pictures and said: “Yes, Irka, I got drunk, there weren’t enough squirrels for you, a chipmunk came! »

Before breakfast, as usual, we went to freeze in our puddle in front of the hotel.

From time to time, there is a fuss in the city that it is radioactive - either cesium or thorium. You won’t scare us with this anymore, however, like cholera. We walked for more than an hour, sometimes swimming. We reached a cove with fishing boats. There were a few natives hanging around. One followed us, showed us large crabs on the rocks, crawling fish - when the wave receded, they remained on the rocks and jumped funny on them, like tadpoles. Got us a sea urchin. Before leaving, I read how useful they are. The Japanese only, eating them, survived their Fukushima. I really wanted to try. But, putting him on my arm, I realized that he was alive, and it was a pity for me to kill him. So she let go. And our guide with an exclamation of “big monitor lizard, big monitor lizard! dragged us on. I thought it was somewhere nearby, but he took us to the track and said that it would be nice to get dressed, people would watch. Damn, where are we going to get clothes?


The pareo was wrapped around again, and a towel was wrapped around the hips on the sweetheart. And such a picturesque group crossed the road and went somewhere deep into the village. Ten minutes went by. We entered the gate with the Eco Village sign. No one anywhere. The cooperative "gate" did not work. And there is such beauty! Not the lake, not the river, around the jungle. Asked Sarata (that was his name), what is it? He said that the river with a completely unpronounceable name. He led us along the half-rotten footbridges somewhere in the khashi. A hefty monitor lizard is sleeping in the bushes. We woke him up, and he, grumbling with displeasure, crawled into the thicket. Then we saw two more at once. Then Sarat said that he wanted to show us a very old Buddhist temple (over 100 years old). And I'm pointing at my bare shoulders, and the naked torso of my dear. "No problem, " he says. Pereter something with a monk. The monk handed me the key to the temple. I opened it myself. And there, well, just a wax museum! Such bright sculptures, all sorts of scenes from life. Huge Buddha statue.

There is no comparison with the temple that we saw in Halle. The monk showed us how the Buddha looks at us from any angle. In very simple words (I understood everything) he told about all the scenes. In conclusion, he brought a barn book, where it was necessary to write down the full name, country and amount of the donation. There was not much change, so I threw a hundred rupees into a slotted box. It was nearing dinner time, and we still had more than an hour to go back. All right, Sarat, take me back. Led. I tell him: do you want money? Shrugs. Gave 100 rupees. Okay, I say? OK! Well, okay. He said, come again, I'll show the monkeys. Maybe we'll come. This is the tour we arranged for ourselves for 200 rupees.

On the way back, my handsome man again climbed to swim, and I, like Alyonushka, sat down on the shore to wait. Such disgusting, swam for all the waves. There is no reef, only sand. And the waves are huge. I look - it flies upside down from the wave. A wave twice his height, the figure seemed so fragile!

Well, everything, I think, Khan, now he will break all the bones. No, got out. It turns out. Well, what, I say, to finish you off, or what? And he is so mesmerized. That's adrenaline, he says! The wave did not let go for a long time, there was a moment when the oxygen had already ended. Such a pig! Like a little child! And this is a man of retirement age! Well, I also frolic a little on the waves, even though I can’t stand them at home. I love it when it's calm.


We returned to the hotel in anticipation of finishing yesterday's lobsters with squid. We go out to the balcony. And what stink? We raise the seat on the chair - and there is a dead, not either a big mouse, or a small rat! That's who was here yesterday! Fu, disgusting what! Without thinking at all, succumbing to the first impulse, the darling took her by the tail through the piece of paper and threw her out of the balcony. It would be possible to call at least a guard - he was hanging around nearby. I can imagine what kipish someone else would raise! And we don’t know English, and we don’t know how to make a fuss.

A few days later we talked to them again. They said that they were completely disappointed with diving in Sri Lanka, but they continued their dives nonetheless. By the way, we told them and showed them where the darling swam and what he saw, they looked so strange, they probably thought that they were flooding. Well, let them think.

Even at home in TA, the girls gave the phone number of a certain Chaminda. Some of the tourists left them. Called and asked for a tour of the Blue Lagoon. He had never heard of such a person, but he offered to meet. We met. We agreed on an excursion to Nuwara Eliya for $75 per person on Tuesday. We are leaving on Thursday evening. Elephants, a tea factory, waterfalls, a spice garden, and the Temple of the Tooth Relic were promised. At the operator, one Nuwara Eliya without a temple cost more than a hundred. Well, that's fine.

Toward evening we went for a walk into the depths of the village. Crossed the railroad. Let's move on. On both sides are such cool neat villas.

No shacks for you. Everything is civil. A girl friend said that her friends rented something similar for a month for $450 a month. Only a bit far from the sea, but it's great, of course.

At dinner I saw a crab in the canteen - a sand crab, the one that hides in minks on the beach. How did he get there? Twenty meters to the shore plus steps from the beach. Decided to save him. I tried to catch - yeah, right now. Showed the waiter - he said “Its okay! ". Well, okay, so okay. Stop shocking the public!

The next day we decided to take our clothes with us and again go to the right behind the Chaya trans hotel. You can’t go through the hotel’s beach again - the warriors are on guard. And what is there? Turtles will die of hunger! They went out on the road. Passing by Chaya trans, we saw the military everywhere - both near the hotel and opposite. Including women. In funny khaki socks to the middle of the calf and men's shoes, in caps. There are flags in front of the hotel.


We take beer from the refrigerator for ourselves and seeds for chipmunks. We lie on sun loungers, drink beer and have fun with chipmunks. Swimming in the pool is shallow - it's better to go two steps more and plunge into the ocean water, which is what we do. No, everything is fine with the pool, it is clean and even deep. But I don't like fresh water. Chipmunks are already tired of taking pictures, we hide the camera in a case. And then I see that a hefty snake is swimming across the pool. While I uncovered the camera, it crawled out onto land, the shutters on the lens jammed periodically, so the photo turned out to be original - don't be surprised. A hotel worker ran up, hissed at the snake, and it crawled away somewhere. For some reason, no one squealed. Either they did not have time to notice, or no one is afraid of snakes. Dark people! Like the Cheburashka that Shapoklyak spawned:

- Are you afraid of rats?

- Not!

- Darkness!

And today is Sunday, which means there should be a market. Let's go look. Found. Nothing particularly interesting.

Said it was nothing special either. For order, I bought a kilogram of black and a pound of green tea there. Prices are normal and no one insisted that we buy anything. The tea factory is located in a very beautiful place - there are very picturesque mountains around, completely covered with forests, in some places even pine trees. Then we were taken to the waterfall - this is what it is worth going there for (in my opinion). Very beautiful.

Then there was the Temple of the Tooth Relic. I had the foresight to pack all sorts of junk with me, so we were able to dress appropriately, but the guy from the second pair had pants that were not long enough (knee-length) and he had to rent a rag for 200 rupees, which would hardly have cost more in the store. Tickets were included in the price (1000 rupees), so we only paid a tip to our guide, who was assigned to us, and some small change to the cloakroom attendant, at whom we left our slippers. Nice, interesting.

The guide said our language is hard and people are hard. Nevertheless, he spoke in Russian quite a lot and quite clearly. You can take pictures.


On the way home, she asked me to stop by the road, where locally made bags were sold. Instead, we were taken to a huge craft shop. There, an elephant similar to the one we had already bought cost 3 times more. I didn't even look at the bags. It got dark. Our guide said he would call the hotel and ask for dinner to be left for us. And then he asked if we had a hotel phone number. Hello - please! I don't know where he got through or didn't get through. I prepared a van dollar just in case, as a rule, they ask for a tip for the driver. They didn't ask. We arrived at half past eleven. The receptionist asked about dinner. They rummaged through some checks and accounts for a long time. In the end, they happily said that dinner was waiting for us in the room (or rather, this is how I understood it). They came to the room.

The air is so saturated with the spray of the waves that the skin, hair and clothes become damp. As it turned out later, there was a typhoon in the Philippines that day. Coming out to the village, they saw a military man. I asked what is going on here? Sarat said that presidents of all countries came to Chaya Trance. I then tried to find some information on the Internet, but found nothing. So I don’t even know why the poor turtles suffered there. We said goodbye to Sarat and went to the hotel on the way, which I later regretted. It was necessary to go to the beach and walk there - much more pleasant. I just wanted to see the shops at the other end of the village. It turned out that there was practically nothing there. We saw only on a hillock either a temple, or a white palace and a grocery store. But they didn't come in. And further down the road there were no shops at all. All outlets are concentrated in the vicinity of our hotel.

Departure day. We went to a cafe for lunch.

There was another waiter who asked our nationality and brought a menu in Russian. We were curious to see the Russian version of the dish that we ordered earlier. So, according to the menu, there should have been, in addition to lobsters and everything that I listed, tiger prawns, jumbo shrimp and oysters. Unfortunately, the shrimp were only quite small (as they sell frozen at home), and instead of oysters there were round shells with clams. True, we didn’t feel deceived, and we ate so much then. We decided to order grilled jumbo shrimp. In some report I saw a photo of this dish. There were 5 per serving. But what they brought to us did not climb into any gates. There were only 2 of them. But what kind of shrimp were they! I didn't even know such things existed. Their only mustaches were 30 centimeters each!


Also, some two legs were sticking out of the dish, so hard and so prickly, it was unlikely that they were the legs of shrimp, most likely a crab, and they were given to us as a load. This dish cost a little less than 2000. I looked at the menu in two cafes - in the next one, closest to the hotel, and in Buddy's. The prices seemed higher to me there, so we always dined in the same place. Since it was our last day on the miracle island, we settled not in the shade, but in the sun to finally enjoy the warmth. I began to think about returning home. Those plugs again! Then I think, but tomorrow is Friday, maybe everyone will be dumped on the sea, and Donetsk will be empty? Then I think, stop, what sea? It's almost winter at home! I can't believe how cold it can be anywhere!

They brought our food and beer. Well, figuratively speaking, we rolled up our sleeves, put away all the appliances, and, spitting on decency, like true connoisseurs of seafood, sorted out all this luxury with our hands. It was very tasty, with finger licking and all that.

We return, at the reception they slowed us down and showed us our bill from the bar for beer for 300 rupees. So I knew! I showed with the help of my hands that we paid immediately (the boy explained with gestures that his name was Juan), they conferred, but said, in the end, okay! Glory to you, Lord! Packed up, had dinner, handed over the keys. There were no problems. And they also returned my umbrella, which I forgot two days ago at the reception, to me. True, I, a sinner, at first thought that the janitor stole the umbrella (the incident with the rat affected my attitude towards him). I asked a diver who speaks English, and she asked the receptionist a question. The umbrella was under the counter. And then I remembered that I had left it to dry in the lobby before dinner. That is, there were no problems with the administration. And I think that, despite the livestock, the hotel is very worthy. We were given lunch boxes and we left.

And I'm walking with this box like a zombie (because it's already 3 am) to the cashier, on the way I decided to cut a corner. But it turned out that I left the Dutik zone. The guard gently brought me back to the territory. Probably thought that I wanted to steal. At the checkout, everything was packed for me, without asking, as in Donetsk, my consent. Well, that's right, fight drunkenness! True, I do not understand what can prevent me, if necessary, from opening this package and using the contents? There was also an Odel store - good quality T-shirts for 10-15 dollars, a Susen bag store. I grabbed some more or less liked bag for the last (well, almost the last) 60 dollars. Well, them in the bath, these dutik! We get on the plane. Scattered all in different corners! Triple exchanges have begun. They did it on purpose, didn't they? We managed to change, so we sat next to each other. Arrived in Sharjah.


And then I see a sign - the usual designation of a women's toilet (a girl in a dress), and next to it is some kind of icon with a crescent moon. I slowed down, I thought. What is this toilet for Muslim women? Searching with my eyes, I did not find any other, I decided to go in. And then I remembered that there is a room for prayer, and its presence, apparently, was indicated by the icon. Yes, the hose near the toilet is, of course, good, but the water on the floor is not very good. By the way, the dear one had the same doubts about the badge as I did. Another inspection began. A souvenir bottle of martini bought back in Donetsk was confiscated from the girl in front of us from hand luggage. We were also asked to open the suitcase. He says that we have alcohol there. No, we say, checked in luggage! He insists. I rummaged through the whole suitcase and found perfume bought in Donetsk. I tensed, I thought it would take. It's good that they were packed in a branded bag. He ran them through the scanner again and returned them.

From the same alcohol haters!

On the plane again exchanged seats. This time we managed to change again. But for the first time in all my air travel, I was not sitting near the window. It's a pity, they flew over the Black Sea coast of the Caucasus. I was very interested, but there was little to see.

Donetsk met with a temperature of +4 and rather cloudy weather, border guards in jackets and hats. And we are still in flip flops, because the sneakers are in the luggage. Darling, even from his sleeve, began to look out for the parking lot and his piece of iron on it. What will happen to her! On the spot, even the diesel fuel was not drained. So we got home safely. Everything was wonderful, the holiday was a success!

Thanks to everyone who made it. If you like it, I'll be glad. If not, call. To be honest, I wrote mostly for myself. Over time, the details are erased, and then it will be so nice to read! And while writing, I experienced it all over again!

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черепашка
скалы напротив Чая транс
лужица возле нашего отеля
вид с нашего балкона
варанчик на территории отеля
вид на храм в Унаватуне из Галле
форт Галле
следующая бухта в сторону Унаватуны
в центре Галле
живой лобстер
рыбацкие катера
хороший ножичек!
Эко-виллидж
биг варан
в храме
рыбаки тянут сеть
улов
акробатический этюд
змеюка у бассейна
сушеная креветка
в Унаватуне
лагуна в Унаватуне
прибой
местный гаишник вместо светофора
это чай
штормит
Вместо белочки ко мне пришел бурундучок
Как ее жизнь покорежила!
Привет, это я!
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