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Buying weed Mirissa

It was a typical morning in Sri Lanka. This time it sounded like the neighbours were starting up a house-party at what I can only assume was 6am as the sunlight was only just starting to stream into our room through the cracks around the wooden door. Travel really does take it out of you and today we would be moving on from Hiriketiya to our next location: a beach town called Mirissa. I had heard lots of wonderful things about Mirissa. From the photographs I swooned at online to the numerous blog posts I soaked up, Mirissa seemed like the perfect beach destination, framed by lush palm trees and specked with tasty beach bars. Could it really be as nice as Hiriketiya beach? I knew it was going to be a lot larger in size and probably have a couple more people on but I expected it to still be relatively quiet. We managed to get some interrupted kip after the house-party next door began and woke up prepared to buy some breakfast from the little store right across from the house. We had briefly stopped off at the store the day before, on our way back form the beach. These cookies are advertised everywhere in Sri Lanka so we were really keen to give them a go and they did not disappoint! Not too sweet and with a hint of coconut, they were good cookies indeed. I quickly got dressed and threw on my flip-flops. My stomach was growling impatiently. But as I flung open the front door, I gasped in horror. The store was closed. It was a tragic sight. I guess they would have to do as our breakfast. Hawaiian Cookies and ginger-infused tea which was super spicy! Now we just needed to wait for our taxi to arrive which we had ordered the night before. We waited. And waited. We had expected that the taxi may get slightly lost as we had got hopelessly lost arriving yesterday. We knew what vehicle he was arriving in so would have noticed his passing. The minutes rolled on. After no less than an hour of waiting, we received news that the taxi driver had somehow ended up at the beach and began to navigate him to our location. There he was! We were delighted as the minibus taxi appeared from the track down to the beach. We were just glad he was here now and we could commence our journey to Mirissa. The drive to Mirissa from Hiriketiya took roughly an hour. Our AirBnB in Mirissa was only a 5 minute walk from the beach, making it an ideal location. Of course, after arriving, the only thing on my mind was food so we dropped off our bags in our room before heading out for some lunch. He showed us some directions on his map and advised us it was only a short 10 minute walk from our accommodation. So off we went! Maybe I took a wrong turn? We were wandering around streets lined with houses for what felt like forever. My feet were squelching in my mud-filled flip-flops and our legs were splattered with dirt that was kicked up by passing tuk-tuks. The humid air threatened to steal the breath out of my lungs and my hair was poofing up, trebling in size. Even the cows wondering around the houses stopped to stare at my giant, frizzy hairdo. As soon as we reached a main road, we hailed a tuk-tuk and using the tonnes of advice I had encountered online, I haggled profusely, not even knowing exactly what prices they were offering. This was actually the first time we were taking a tuk-tuk, after already being in Sri Lanka a week. This was the first short journey we were taking. I excitedly clambered into the vibrant blue tuk-tuk, unable to wipe the beaming smile off my face. We were finally in a tuk-tuk! I felt like one of my life-long dreams was being achieved. I felt rather lazy when I first hailed the tuk-tuk. Honestly, I was so relieved we decided to hitch a ride as I would not have been able to find the restaurant. The tuk-tuk was weaving down lots of narrow back-alleys, splashing through deep puddles and pot-holes in the sand-coated tracks. Finally we made it. We were down a tiny alley somewhere at the back of town. Amongst residential houses was a little restaurant. The No1 Roti. But as Lewis and I walked inside the hidden oasis, we had no idea what delights lay ahead of us on the menu. Reviews allover the internet sing its praises and its even made a feature in the Lonley planet guide to Sri Lanka. It is made from stoneground wholemeal flower and water, mixed together to form a dough. As you can probably guess, in this dish the rotti is chopped, along with other ingredients such as vegetables, chicken, egg and cheese. The dish is prepared on a heated iron sheet and is chopped and mixed using blunt metal blades. The blades beat rhythmically, making an iconic sound. I could barely contain my excitement as I heart the kottu being prepared. The clashing of blades echoed around the restaurant. I had ordered the chicken, vegetable, cheese and egg kottu. Lewis and I would be sharing it. I am no vegetable lover. The smell was so inciting. We drizzled sauce over our meal before we finally dug in. It tasted like heaven. I had never tasted anything so good. Well, it was probably the optimum level. Vegetables had never tasted so good. The whole dish was exquisite. I would even go as far as to rank it in my top 5 dishes of all time and man am I once tough cookie to please! After polishing off the heavenly kottu, we ordered a chocolate-filled roti for dessert. That too was something beautiful. I can see why the No. It really does live up to its name. Bellies comfortably full, it was time for us to grab a tuk-tuk and return to our AirBnB for some down time. We were determined to walk this time and certain that we had in fact taken a wrong turn on our last excursion. Indeed, it took a fraction of the time to reach the main road where we had previously hailed a tuk-tuk. I was surprised at how difficult it was to actually locate Mirissa beach. I knew it was meant to be on our right. Google maps was making that clear. However shops and restaurants lined the side of the road, obscuring any views of the beach there may be. Most of the buildings were practically strapped together, meaning there were few alleyways leading down in the direction of the beach. Eventually I spied a dark corridor, narrowly opening in between two large buildings. Could that be an opening to the beach? It looked exactly like the spot your parents told you never to travel down. A damp sand track obscured by shadows and dotted with litter and other debris. I felt on edge and part of me was telling me to avoid. However, curiosity always seems to get the better of me and as soon as we were greeted with a gap in the stream of busy traffic, we made our way across the road to the alleyway. I cautiously skirted muddy puddles, conscious of the fact that I was only in flimsy footwear. I allowed the darkness to engulf me as I stepped deeper into the alley, Lewis at my side. The track veered to the left, still enclosed by looming concrete walls, paint flaking her and there. However, up ahead the light was brighter and I noticed a lonely palm swaying beside a yellow wall. We emerged onto the the sands of Mirissa beach beside the morbid remains of what was once the Paragon Beach Resort. Rubble was strewn across the beach, some trailing into the ocean. We were weavings between glass, shards of metal and broken slabs of concrete. It was a far cry from what I had been expecting to find in Mirissa. The promise of golden sands in a peaceful paradise was nothing more than a dream. I was walking through carnage, standing in the wake of what was a giant bulldozing session. As we stepped into the main beach, I looked at the beachfront in dismay. All along the arc of Mirissa beach was yet more destruction. Mounds of rubble were everywhere. It was like we were standing in hell. I was too horrified to actually take any photos. So what exactly was going on? They had been apparently harassing tourists and acting in an aggressive way. The final straw for the illegal bars of Mirissa was an attack which occurred in April, a month before our arrival in the island. Dutch tourists were brutally attacked in a case said to be sexually motivated. The sexual harassment was carried out by staff at the restaurant the were visiting and it escalated to the point where two tourist was horrifically beaten. The government had had enough at this point and ordered the demolition of all illegal bars and restaurants in Mirissa. Over police officers and armed soldiers stormed Mirissa and took action. In total, 21 buildings were demolished , leaving the waste I was witnessing today. It made me so mad that no one had bothered to clean up this mess and it had been left to sit and rot for weeks. Now it was little more than fish food and more tangles of wires for sea turtles to get caught up in. It would have been far better for the government to have organised a big clean-up operation instead of just causing havoc. Another reason why I am suspicious of the motives behind the demolition is due to the fact that many large resorts had been keen to take up position along the Mirissa beach front. Could money have therefore been the key reason for this destruction? That makes sense. Removing the illegal bars will help prevent a negative experience for tourists and also allow room for big-boy hotels to move in and bring more tourism into the area. There were reports of demolition beginning with people still in the buildings. There was little concern for their wellbeing during the ordeal. It was a quiet dinner as we were both very much in shock and rather exhausted from our walk. After having such an incredible lunch at the No. Most items on the menu were westernised. I suppose I can only conclude that Mirissa is more of a touristy area and therefore less authentic. Our entertainment for the evening was a litter of energetic puppies, playfully tumbling over in the sand. It was adorable to sit and watch them! It had been a day of conflicting emotions which left us both pretty warn-out. Plus, we really are not walkers! Thank goodness we had air-conditioning that night! It was our first experience with air-con for the whole Sri Lanka trip so far. As well as keeping us cool, it would do a wonderful job of drowning out the noises of the night! This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed. The boarded-up shop opposite our villa Me looking very hungry and unimpressed It was a tragic sight. Lewis and I both exchanged exhausted glances, the kind of glances that whisper defeat. He nodded. As expected, there were several rotis on the menu. As we stepped into the light, I nearly gasped at what I saw.

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The highlands of Sri Lanka were so beautiful but there were times when I really missed the brightness of the tropical sun that I was so accustomed to back in my country Malaysia. Of course, being a Tropical island itself, Sri Lanka is nothing short of the hot tropical sun but of course it can only be fully acquired in the coastal areas. Coming down to the coastal areas of Sri Lanka from our last stop in the highlands check out my post on Ella was not easy. We took an air-cond-less public bus so it stopped like every now and then to drop off and take in passengers along the way. It was quiet empty in the beginning but it became heavier and heavier as more and more passengers came on board. In the end it was fully loaded so many of the passengers had remain standing for hours on end. Thanks God I was seated on the front row so it was probably less shaky compared to those at the back rows. I had a nice chat with a local Sri Lankan who was so eager to know what I thought of his country. Like most of the passengers on board of the bus, he was coming down from his village in the highlands to one of the coastal towns where he was working in. Quite naturally I put it simply, that it is an amazing country with a lot of beautiful places and the people are very warm, friendly and welcoming. Of course I did mean every word of it though. The bus did not take us to Mirissa right away. Instead, we found ourselves dropped off at a very busy bus station in a busy coastal town called Matara. My attention was instantly caught by a beautiful bridge that extended out to a beautiful building that perched on a tiny island on the other side. I was later told that it was a temple. One of them spoke in Malay he later told us tha he once worked in Malaysia and quite naturally he got our attention. We agreed, out of curiosity, and we found ourselves riding on a Tuk Tuk which was driven by his accomplice of sort. They seemed to be high on something — which I sensed was the result of some weed-puffing — and they even asked if I wanted to buy some. We were taken to a rather run-down wooden house on some secluded beach and was welcomed by a man who was probably younger than his looks. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to be somebody who idolized Bob Marley quite too much. At least we had something in common only to a much lesser extent for me. He appeared to be high too. He showed us the room which unfortunately I was not impressed of — although it could have saved us quite a bit of money because of its highly affordable rate. We checked out the beach and I gotta say it was beautiful. Coming directly from the open sea, the waves could get quite high and the currents were strong which kinda suggested to me that it was a perfect place for board surfing. It was like the kind of places that novel writers would come to to find ideas and inspiration. The Malay-speaking guy offered to stay at his place for the night and he told us that his wife could prepare meals for us. We just wanted some relaxing time after doing a lot of hiking back in the mountains. We asked to be taken to Mirissa as we had originally planned. We did finally manage to find rooms, one for each of us, and it was OK for one night. I found it very relaxing and lullabying. The fact that it opens out to the vast Indian Ocean with almost no islands, at least not in the vicinity so the waves made their way to the shore unimpeded and hence the turbulence. It was only one night but the sound of the ocean as we had a candle-lit dinner right there on the beach would stay in my head for a very long time. Mirissa and other beaches in Sri Lanka deserve another visit. I believe there are a lot more to explore than what I had seen in the very short time that I spent there. Name required. Email required. Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. At Matara, Sri Lanka. Mirissa Beach. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Name required Email required Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Hunting for Whales in Mirissa, Sri Lanka ».

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