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... Lanka's beach culture is so laid back that you just walk through one of the many open-air restaurants on your way to the beach, and plunk yourself down on a beach chair. There's no one charging for renting a chair or access to the beach- it's a refreshing change from the tout-heavy beaches we've visited.
We spent a few hours playing in the water, and then headed back when the afternoon downpour hit (note: next time, remember the laundry hanging on ...
... way of going for a dip.
Galle itself, especially the old part of time is really well worth a look. We spend the day wondering around and take in the old buildings, view around the fort, the lighthouse etc. This place should be packed with restaurants but somehow, even the dining out culture isn't taking off here. We look for a while for a place to eat, stopping once at an open restaurant with a menu at the front, asking if we could have lunch, the lady replied "oh ...
... hotel called Fort Printers - it was an old printers which was later used as a school. The whole town has a very Dutch feel very different to the rest of Sri Lanka. We wandered around the old fort, on top of the fort walls we could see into Galle Cricket Pitch where Sri Lanka were playing Pakistan in a five day test match. No need for tickets on these walls. The ...
thing to Galle with the defeated Portuguese being transported to the
Coromandel Coast (India).
The entire Fort was named Akersloot
after Coster's birthplace and his wife sailed to join him in 1640 making
her one of the first Dutch women in the country. Coster was
subsequently raised to the post of Governer of Zeylon (Ceylon). Things
then went badly wrong for him. He returned Trincomalee to the King but
refused to give back any more ...
... cocaine. Since Sunil's English wasn't so great and I was still flummoxed by the Harper affair I simply said, "Rob who?" and got away with it. Later, in Unawatuna, I blew it again, telling a man that we were Canadian. He looked at me, seemingly wondering if I was wicked or stupid. I took a different tack, staring back at him as though a tree was growing from his ear, adding crazy to the befuddling Canadian controversies.