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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 ...
... of the harbor in 1663. It looks like a medieval town with narrow passageways and streets, slowly decaying buildings, ramparts, and all the stuff a fort would have in-the-day are included in a cool dusty museum. There's a Dutch Reform Church, a mosque, a Hindu temple and a dagoba, a Buddhist place of worship and probably others we did not notice. The fort is prospering with lots of small hotels, a couple colonial hotels but, ...
... you. I lost my cool with one guy who made a beeline for me from away the other side of the beach, I saw him coming the whole way over and told him to about turn, in no uncertain terms.
I must admit I enjoy it here though, it really is stunning and most people very friendly and when you go out of the main beach you have the place to yourself, beautiful. I’ve never seen so many palm trees, ...
... friendly there is places like Unawatuna!! :)
Everyone I've met here in Una is so nice, but also completely genuine, not trying to push me to stay at their guest house or buy their overpriced guide service using dodgy methods. When I browsed shops they were friendly but left me to look and when I said I'd have a think about it and maybe comeback tomorrow when deciding on whether to buy some things they were all like sure no problem :) I'm here with money that ...
... by nearly 20 chattering monkeys. In a deft maneuver, some of
them distracted us with acrobatic antics while a few others unknown to
us scurried behind us and stole our lunch. I looked up and a monkey was
in a tug-of-war with me for my food. I lost; they ran off happily with
the spoils. It was hilarious.
We passed through Badulla, turned
east and began our long car climb into the real mountains toward the
Hill Station very British tea town of Nuwara ...