Exploring the South Coast of Sri Lanka

Arriving in Galle, dry

Did I mention how wet it was in Kandy? Our umbrellas had just about dried and my trainers weren’t too far behind. My hope is that we have now seen the back of the bad weather. The signs were good. Since arriving in Galle last night we have had blue skies and no rain. Galle was always on our list to visit and due to the inclement weather, and once in a 100 years cyclone, we were out of step with our trusty spreadsheet. We were now travelling in the opposite direction to which we had planned.

Life is what happens whilst you are making plans, said John Lennon. Life saw us rocking up to a small family run guesthouse some two kilometers out of Galle old town. After the usual barrage of friendly questions, such as “where have you been?’, “what are your plans?”, “where are you going next?”, “how will you get there?”, yes, it is very exhausting, we had a stroll to Galle old town.

Quick quiz. How many times do you think you can be asked, “tuk tuk, sir?”, on a two kilometer walk? Double that guess and you could be close. Like most of asia, where tuk tuks are ubiquitous, locals find it very strange that you would choose to walk anywhere, even such short distances.

As we would be coming back to Galle later on the trip we had a whistle stop visit of this very historic city. After the six and half hour taxi ride from Kandy, never has that first cold beer tasted so good. We had our first of the holiday sat outside in the sunshine. Tick. Delicious roti from a street vendor. Tick. Photo of the lighthouse. Tick.

Our first hoppers in Sri Lanka

Waking the next day we were very happy to see “hoppers” on the included breakfast at the guesthouse. Our first of the trip. A Sri Lankan favourite of thin pancakes with a fried egg in the middle. And, they were hot, which seems to be something of a novelty at breakfast in Sri Lanka. A great start to the day which involved a 49 minute Uber ride, in air conditioned bliss, to our next destination, Weligama.

Weligama was not on our spreadsheet and we were looking for a place to stay for the night ahead of moving onto Mirissa, which was, and would see us back on track. Met with a very tasty iced lemon tea at the reception of M-Zion hotel, we were very pleased to note that our room was available. The hotel looked newly built, was very welcoming, and we had a room with a sea view. I even had a kettle to brew my fresh coffee in the morning. The holiday vibes were kicking in.

Weligama is a destination very typical of the south west coast of Sri Lanka. Built around surfing tourism. If ever you wanted to learn I’m not sure there is a better place in the world. A long stretch of beach, some great local food, and cold Lion beer. Talking of the food, we did have an experience in the evening. Sat at a small local place a chap came out rather apologetically and handed us a menu. He then told us that the chef had gone to help out with the flood relief and now, all that could be offered on the menu were the two items that he himself, the brother could cook.

What do you do in a situation like this? You stay right where you are and ask him to bring out his best dish, of the two, in the knowledge that you are putting a little bit back in towards the community rebuild following the floods. Well, he definitely wasn’t a chef. I stoically finished my flavourless curry, enjoyed my mango smoothie and bid the family a good night and good luck.

Even if all the chefs left, Weligama is still a place I could easily lose weeks in. Laid back, friendly, and at times, decent food. But we were back on the road the next day. Our trusty spreadsheet was back in action and we were back on track.

Playing the taxi lottery in Sri Lanka

Ordering cars via either the Pick Me or Uber app is a bit of a lottery. Some of the cars that turn up look like they wouldn’t pass an MOT. And for some reason, the cars that turned up seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. I did wonder at what point would a car turn up that had no room for our luggage? Spoiler alert, this was to happen in Colombo, later in the trip.

The car that turned up in Weligama had no place being on the road. Then we discovered that the driver had no place behind the wheel of a car. I should have clocked this sooner, as he tried to reverse to us in single lane traffic, with cars heading straight for him. Then he couldn’t open the rear doors for us to get in. When we finally did get in we noticed the fuel gauge was on empty. Thankfully our journey into Mirissa was only a short trip. My hypothesis that our driver had not passed any kind of driving test was confirmed when we arrived at Peacock Villas in Mirissa and he tried to reverse into their driveway, reversing straight into a large plantpot.

Exploring Mirissa

You just have to laugh. And laugh we did. We were quickly becoming accustomed to putting our lives on the line everytime we moved on. An iced coffee was our welcome drink at Peacock Villas, another charming hotel / guesthouse, all family run. A small collection of very tidy rooms around a swimming pool. Situated down a quiet lane, we were far enough away to not be bothered by the relentless traffic hurtling through Mirissa on the main road. Traffic that included the locals buses as they thunder up and down the west coast overtaking anything that deigns to be in their way. A blast of the horn is your only warning.

With our hand washed laundry out to dry in the garden, watched over by our new friend Mrs Lizard, we strolled into Mirissa. Being on the south west coast we again had a very large stretch of beach to enjoy. A perfect spot it turned out for ice cold beers, sat on the sand, savouring the daily sunsets. Life really does slow down as you feel your toes in the sand, listening to the lap of the waves upon the shore, as the earth slowly spins on its axis providing you the illusion that the sun is moving.

Visiting not so secret, Secret Beach

On day two we visited Secret Beach and it quickly became evident that the secret had got out a long time ago. It should possibly be renamed now to just “beach”. Still, it was a gorgeous spot for a cold beer, taking in the beautiful views. Once we had actually got there. A walk that started out as flat windy lanes ended up being more taxing than a walk in the hilly Yorkshire Dales. The path felt vertical at times. Little wonder we were amongst the few that were walking, with many tuk tuks whizzing past us.

Walking back was a lot easier and the reward was food. It was in Mirissa that we had the best roti of the whole trip. Fittingly, from a restaurant called “The No.1 Roti Shop”. The air was replete with aromas that made my belly rumble and the unmistakable sounds of clattering machetes preparing the day’s kottu. The food at No.1 Roti house was so good we went both days we were in Mirissa. Food is always a highlight in Sri Lanka and so it proved to be in Mirissa. Sri Lankan pancakes (warm). Kottu, which we told you about in an earlier blog on Sigiriya. And lots of mango smoothies.

Why is Beethoven in Sri Lanka?

If it was a snack through the day you were after we got used to listening out for the strains of Beethoven’s Fur Elise. If you are wondering why, let me explain. During the pandemic of 2020, which you may remember, people couldn’t go out to the bakery to collect their daily bread. So enterprising bakers took the bread on the road, in tuk tuks and visited villages. But how to get people’s attention? 

How does the ice cream man do it? Yup, the mobile bakers also knew that a catchy tune was the way to alert people they were in the area. And at the time, it was common to use their mobile ring tone and blast it through a speaker. And, what was the most common mobile phone ring tone in Sri Lanka in 2020? You guessed it, Beethoven’s Fur Elise. The pandemic passed and the appeal of the mobile baker stayed, which is why you can hear Beethoven all across Sri Lanka.

On our walk up to Coconut Tree hill in Mirissa we passed through many leafy green lanes that were so reminiscent of Bali over a couple of decades ago. And already, down these lanes we could see lots of hotel construction starting. It doesn’t take too much imagination to consider what these lanes will be like 10 years from now. I remember strolling down Poppies Lane in Kuta, Bali, in 1999. Peaceful. Little coffee shops and a few bars. The chimes of Balinese music wafting through the humid air. Unrecognisable from what Kuta now looks like. Sri Lankans are adamant that they are not going to be the next Bali. I am not convinced they will have much choice.

After a final dip in the pool at Peacock Villas, I picked up a book from the guesthouse book exchange, Transcription by Kate Atkinson, and went to pack my bags. Our final breakfast brought on the approaching festive season. A christmas tree had joined us overnight. Singing xmas carols to each other we were headed to our next destination.