Hikkaduwa Curry Bowl
Trip Start Dec 01, 1992
125Trip End Jun 01, 1993
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The Curry Bowl
We had thought to move on up to the mountains, but decided at the last minute to try one more beach. This was on account of Jai's love for playing in the sand. So we went on the train to Hikkaduwa.
It was very hot when we arrived there.
We checked into the Curry Bowl and dined there. They made a fabulous yummy cream of tomato soup but failed miserably in producing a decent plate of mashed potato. Instead I got given a starchy sticky gruel that I couldn't finish.
There were fish ponds at this lodge which had huge healthy goldfish in and a beautiful purple lotus flower that opened and closed according to whether it was night or day.
We walked along the beach, first passing coral, and then coming to a sandy surf where Aussie surfers were impressively riding the waves. Beyond there was a swimming sea, where many people, including topless women, lay sunning themselves on the beach. Even though this was a commercial place, with German signs everywhere to suit Hikkaduwa's most affluent clientelle, it was actually a lovely place.
According to the sense of freedom there I too went topless. We swam in the pleasant sea and I was so content with what we had found. Jai said he wanted to stay there forever and ever and not even go back to England.
We walked by by the roadway, then sat by the sea at the end of our garden, watching turtles floating in the waves.
We met a German family staying at our lodge, with their one year old son. A most attractive family, they came to this beach every winter, to escape from the European cold.
Jai and I had a singsong and played a rhythm on our tin plates.
In the restaurant we noshed on the lovely cream of tomato soup again, mango lassi, and baked stuffed aubergines, all so yummy. For me it was such a joy to be able to eat good food again but Andy, being a vegan, kept grumbling at his own lack of choice. He preferred to eat at poorer simple abodes, which I saw as having little variety, being unclean looking places, where the food was overcooked and non nutritious. This, not for the first time, we got into an argument about.
Although we had a mosquito net the mossies still got in and we had to spend some time that night trying to get them out again. They may have got up through the slatted base of the bed, so we covered up all the gaps. Still we got bites on our bodies.