17th January 2015 – Weligama, Sri Lanka
From one beach, to another. The journey continues. Some shores are new to the eye. Some, way too familiar. The sea has a song that charms, then invites anyone, Who has heard it before, to come back and once again, overhear.
It’s 200 days with a backpack now. Momentous moment, and I am celebrating it back in familiar shores.
Last night, I had stayed at the Unawatuna hostel again. But this time, I’ve decided to party less and travel around more. So, I left to Weligama again. I’ve been here before, and I like the quiet that this fishing village has to offer.
Especially the fishermen who hang around the evening, going about their trade when the tourists around them throng with surfboards and stuff.