10 Nov. Galle

Up in good time to nip down the lane from my digs for breakfast with the nice family: a kind of sweet pancake, some other sweet but meaty-looking stuff in banana leaves, tea, small bananas (they're everywhere) and a mango smoothy.
I'm set for the day.
Just as promised, the men at the local bus 'station' are gathering people onto the rickety old buses for the drive to Galle 45 minutes down the coast. Surprisingly comfortable in that plastic seat and busted window kind've way, and only 100 Sri Lankan Rupees (LKR), that's about 27pence.
Oops though. Galle doesn't look much on first sight. It's quite built up, on the coast, small fishing industry.
After finding my digs for the next two nights, a shower and short rest gets me feeling a bit more human. I still haven't got my body clock sorted out yet, so I'm prone to snoozing at odd times.
A walk around the local-ish area isn't all that inspiring: a small fish market, a stupa and buddha. An old chap pointed out the old Dutch market to me. He seemed overly proud of it, but it was a small affair with not a lot going on. Curry and rice at a street-side cafe went down well though.
Then the sky darkened and people began scampering for cover. The rain had just about started when I dodged back inside the hostel. When it rains here, it really rains.Read more