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A thousand words
There have been far too many exceptional moments during this trip to pick a favorite in any category. The Singhalese people were happy and smiling, liked Americans, respected grandmothers and helped Carmen and I in any way they could. They were eager to share their remarkable country and heritage and proud of the variety that is within this one full-of-wonders island. A picture says a thousand words so I will attach several to this ...
Aluthgama – West Coast Ride Begins
... landlord said we shouldn't bother, but we got onto the train and set off.
The Western Railway Line was the scene of the tragedy during the 2004 Tsunami when the Queen of the South train en route to Matara was washed away by the Tsunami killing over a thousand people and earning the dubious distinction of the worst train disaster ever. Initially the train was packed with only standing room available, but over time it ...
Three days in the fort
... After their limited English conversational skills had all been used up we excused ourselves and headed back to the guesthouse. On the way we passed about 100 school children all marching along who went absolutely crazy when they saw us! They all began jumping up and down waving and shouting hello at us, sooooo cute! That we dined under the stars at Mamma Galle's rooftop restaurant and tucked into a MASSIVE feast of ...
Now that's a beach!!
... as Sri Lanka! They had fire dancers, spun insane circles, wore crazy laughing masks, and had beautiful basket girl dancers. It was spectacular! The only country where we've actually seen a multitude of men wearing sarongs!
The plan was to spend two weeks in Sri Lanka...one at the beach, and one traveling around. That quickly changed when we realized how close we were to the Maldives!...the place you see on all the pictures, but is always ...
Spiritueller Reifenwechsel
... zugewiesen: Olli dort, wo Frauen nicht sitzen dürfen - vorne, neben einem Mönch.
Unterwegs noch Reifenwechsel und Pause; durchs Fenster der Blick auf einen verkrüppelten Losverkäufer mit umgebauten Fahrrad und Mais aus einem gußeisernen Topf über offenen Feuer gekocht. Beides ungemein beliebte Anlaufstellen für busreisende Einheimische.
Inzwischen sind wir beide nebeneinander auf den "spirituellen Sitzen" Richtung Süden ...