Savage to Sri Lanka. Dummies' Manual (Episode 4)
I doubted whether to write - not to write. However, I decided to write. Prepare throwing slippers.
At dinner, before I had time to savor the first shrimp, Verka, as usual, already had a bunch of leftovers on her plate. Just because I eat slowly doesn't mean I'll eat less! Anyway, no shrimp! I love them as much as she does. Throwing at the offer less often, she was indignant that I didn’t buy enough (at the zoo they don’t report meat to the tiger), and she doesn’t like it! And a little beer too! To which I told her that when SHE organizes a trip, then she will dictate her conditions. Until then, please obey! She shut up and sniffed resentfully (not me, "friend"). Without finishing her beer in protest, she went into the room. Poor Vadik rushed about, not knowing which camp to join. But, apparently, the protection of the oppressed is in his blood. Or maybe he himself felt that way, so he did not take my side. He said that I have delusions of grandeur. Come on!
What mania? Great people do not suffer from this!
Putting Verka's glass of unfinished beer in the refrigerator, she went to wander around the village. Let them rage. They will arrange revolution for me! Poor little people! Yes I. . . yes me...!
The walk calmed and entertained me. Some locals, however, are trying to learn Russian. True, not very successful
I didn't think about it before, but Hikkaduwa is a huge village and stretches not only along the road, but goes far inland. Wandering through the winding streets. The locals greeted, smiled, asked where I was going? I answered - I'm going!
I saw a mongoose (probably it was him) and monkeys.
Then I returned to the coast and waited for the sunset. Sunset was the same again.
Dinner was a stretch.
The next day I decided to go to Unawatuna again. Well, these two, of course, too. Where are they without me? Just stop directly on the Unawatuna beach. We did not swim there last time, having followed immediately to Jungle Beach. The water was amazingly clean, without waves. Only here there was a sharp increase in depth, and Verka could not swim. Well, we swam, of course! Then I had to go under the monastery hill, where it was shallow. But they couldn’t, or rather they didn’t want to, we were already swimming with Vadik. The river flowing into the bay brought with it dregs and trash cans. Leaving Verka to splash in this swamp, they returned to normal water.
Then we decided to go to Jungle Beach again.
Come. And there is no beach! A strong north wind, not only did it overtake the water, flooding almost the entire beach, but also garbage from Galle! Just fu! There was no desire to swim here.
Leaving Verka on one of the few wet patches of sand, we followed a couple. When we swam here last time, we saw another beach from the sea, towards Galle. I had to go first along a pile of large stones, then along a path flooded with water, and again along the stones. The next beach was bigger. There were sun loungers and a cafe. I suspect that this particular beach was, in fact, Jungle, and not that small one. But what's the point if the sea is as dirty as the previous one? Alas, we didn’t think of capturing the fotik there, because we were just going on reconnaissance.
Deciding that the cost of energy to move Verka from beach to beach along such a road is not worth it, we went back without even swimming. Some Russian guys asked us, is it always so dirty here? I said not always. Then they asked, where are there any other beaches? I said that Unawatuna is nearby.
And they asked, isn't this Unawatuna? They arrived on motorbikes from Hikkaduwa, and, apparently, the navigator let them down.
Today we decided to buy barracuda again, but in Halle. Near the fort we saw a large fish market. It was already a hot afternoon and there were not enough fish sellers left. Accordingly, there was no choice. Barracuda, yet found. Bearing in mind that such a fish can be bought for 500, they bargained all the way. They looked at the gills, sniffed, grimaced, but the stubborn seller did not give cheaper than 650. We pretended to leave. Nobody stopped us. I really had to step back and look further. And they seem to have found it, and gave it to us for 600. But ...
We bought more fruit and red (or brown) rice and curry at the supermarket. We wanted to cook at home.
And at home there were screams again. The medicine in the form of a pack of cigarettes, as before, had an effect. But gratitude was already without a dance.
The fish, this time, no longer seemed so tasty.
And the bones were, for some reason, a pale turquoise color! What the hell? Maybe it's because the fish wasn't fresh enough? This is the first time I've come across this phenomenon. They began to remember what the previous one looked like. Well, long, sausage-shaped. It was a mistake on my part not to take a picture of her. The current one seems to be the same. But what was the face of that one? The current one is like this
And that one seems to be shorter. Eh, they screwed up! It's probably cheaper too!
In the morning, after swimming with fish, we went to explore the local wilds together. According to the map, somewhere in the northern part of the village there is a lake. Let's try to get to it. If, of course, Verka survives.
We used a telephone navigator. Khatynki in the outback were sometimes wow!
Apparently, wealthy people are building away from the water, fearing a tsunami.
Or maybe just away from the tourist bustle.
The phone indicated that the lake was somewhere around here. Only we could not get close to the water - solid buildings. In one of the courtyards, a woman waved her hands to us affably and, together with two boys, led us to the lake adjacent to her site. On the way, I found some fruits and vegetables and said that they make juice from it.
Well, so-so landscape. The water is muddy. And Verka also asked whether to take a bathing suit with her? I would not swim here. The kid said that they are catching shrimp here! Oh how! There was some cool hotel on the opposite bank.
Let's go back to the house. I took out one hundred rupees and tried to thank the hospitable woman, but she did not take the money. We were about to leave, but she asked if we would like to drink coconut? Why not? Oh, such a fuss around us lit!
An old grandmother, together with the boys, dragged a soft sofa from the house, on which we were seated. And mother took dryuchok and went to extract coconuts. The palm was low and the dryuchok reached the top. I only asked for two, since Verka was still wary of this drink and drank a little of ours. There were no tubes, they lapped like that. Having drunk, I again tried to give money, this time for coconuts. The woman, shy, said to give it to the boy. After hugging her, we went back to Hikkaduwa. When we moved about a kilometer away, we were overtaken by a motorbike with a woman in a helmet sitting on it. I did not immediately realize that this was our old friend. She showed me a bag containing bunches of lettuce. She said she was taking her to the hotel. She has a business. And I thought that she had nothing to do with trade, that's why she is so disinterested!
To be continued after the weekend
