Mean streets of Hikkaduwa
Trip Start Jun 15, 2011
149Trip End Jun 15, 2012
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The fact is, there is no reason at all to climb a coconut tree, except for the novelty of it. We have a kindly and smiling old man who lives on the property with us who is like a monkey
We have a second guy staying in our compound who seems a little bit creepy to me, and doesn’t seem to have any useful function. He comes into the house randomly to help out by slicing fruit or doing the dishes, and told us he would wash our clothes for us, and I told him okay, what harm could it do? So Estela handed him a basket of clothes, and he shoved the entire load into the washer and turned our colors and whites into colors and yellows. I had a good stern talk with him, telling him that every human being since the beginning of time, and even some smart animals, know you don’t wash colors with whites. The girls had to throw away their entire wardrobes they purchased in Thailand, except for the offending yellow pants that Adriana bought for a bargain at a Bangkok bazaar. The guy sulked away and we haven’t seen him since. Yay.
The surf came down today to a more reasonable size but there were still some big waves pounding the shore right in front of the house
We have been traveling around town a lot on the main highway, which sits right outside our gate. A couple of times each day we go into town to grab a bunch of bananas or some bread, milk or whatever we need that day, or to hit a beach to go snorkeling where a barrier reef protects the inner bay. Usually we just jump on a bus, the sort that you might have ridden to school when you were a kid, with no lap belts and seats sized for oompa loompas. The buses roar down the road at unbelievable speeds, passing each other, regardless of the head-on traffic, right through the middle of town. The driver has all muscles clenched and you can feel the quiver and oscillation of his subtle course adjustments reverberating as pitches, rolls and yaws through the steel structure of the bus, and his wisdom gives him the tendency to speed up when you would encourage him to slow his ass down. This is not to be, and would challenge the mental acuity and muscular reactions of any self respecting Sri Lankan bus driver. We haven’t seen the results of any accidents here, so I guess it works.
We get on the buses mostly because they are very cheap. They cost the equivalent of ten cents, as opposed to the more expensive tuk-tuks, which cost (gasp) almost a dollar