When they reached the place of the supposed river, they were relieved to see that it was not a river at all, but a cove that does not connect with the sea. So we walked freely through the whole beach.
Today we have a trip to Mirissa planned. Last year we went there for half an hour. Now we have set ourselves the goal of exploring the beaches north of it. There didn't seem to be any rain, but the sky didn't bode well.
You could, of course, call it more cultural. For example, "Never say never. " But where am I and where is the culture. A year ago, I swore and swore that there was no more foot in Sri Lanka.
Today my son-in-law went rafting. Therefore, we only had time for a walk before lunch. Otherwise, my daughter will remain hungry. For everything about everything 5 and a half hours.
Finally, you don't have to get up before dawn! You can sleep as long as you want! Up to 6! Or even until half past six! Having grabbed nectarines from breakfast, we set off again to conquer the city of Chalysh, intending to get to the flag.
We set the alarm for 3.15. But we weren't allowed to sleep for those extra sweet fifteen minutes. At exactly 3 the hotel phone rang. Happy birthday, my love! It's not hot outside, so I didn't wear shorts, but sweatpants and a light jacket.
I hardly slept at night. I was afraid to sleep. We left the hotel at 3.10. The bus was already parked. The manager warned that there are few people who want to go to Cappadocia, everyone prefers to lie on the beach, so the bus will be small.
Vadik's birthday is this year. And not some unfortunate 50, but as many as 60! And, of course, you need to spend this day somehow outside the box. Not a face in olive oil.
Start here https://www.turpravda.ua/ru/dombay/blog-289377.html At home, Vadik happily announced that, apparently, he had a crack in his rib! On a forest road, he managed to blindly drive into a hollow, where the highway crosses a stream.
We didn't plan to go skiing this year. There was no money or vacation for this. And then, overnight, somehow everything was formed - both vacation and funds. Verka's husband had only to hint that he was ready, no matter what, to go like last year.
It didn't rain at night. The morning is quite sunny. You can try to buckle up on Ai-Petra. Just a little bit to change the route. There must be something new! Therefore, we did not go along the Botkin path, but began to climb up to Wuchang-Su along the path along which we usually went down.
The morning of January 1st was sunny. Grabbing a bottle of port wine, we set off on a traditional walk along the Sunny Path. Stopped a couple of times to recharge. While we were charging, a group of young animals in carnival costumes ran up.
Do you believe in omens? I believe! Or, I make them myself. Last New Year, like many previous ones, we celebrated on the Yalta embankment https://www.turpravda.ua/ uc/yalta/blog-200632.
The train suddenly stopped. He had stopped before, but this time he somehow specifically stopped. The head of the train got out and proceeded to the tail of the train. Some men follow.
Beer, of course, is not only harmful, but also useful, only access to it was closed. And it's still far from dinner. I had to choke on tea with a chocolate bar lying around in my backpack.
In the morning, we got up before dawn, never bitten! This villa, unlike the previous one, had mosquito nets over the bed. But there were no mosquitoes! Somehow I immediately suspected such a catch and did not even unfold this grid.
In the morning, after having breakfast and renting the room, we said goodbye to the caretaker rather warmly. Dragged with all the belongings to the bus station. We did not even try to get on the direct Colombo-Matara bus - it was problematic with junk.
And the Slovenes, too, it turns out, do not live as a single prosciutto. Bought, already in the evening, not far from the fishing port by the road a piece of tuna. But they did not cook themselves - they probably do not know how.
I doubted whether to write - not to write. However, I decided to write. Prepare throwing slippers. At dinner, before I had time to savor the first shrimp, Verka, as usual, already had a bunch of leftovers on her plate.
We didn't live alone in the villa. Our neighbors turned out to be a company from Slovenia - a family with three children and their lonely friend. This friend turned out to be a polyglot.
Arrived in Hikkaduwa. Unloaded things. I stand, I wait, in the hope that it is almost impossible to get lost in this part of Sri Lanka. And the buses run every half minute.
Autumn has come, it has become cold... It's time to fly away to warmer climes. Goan syndrome, with the approach of November, flattened and sausage. But the prices for tours sobered up!
On Saturday the weather was not so hot. In the evening I was too lazy to pick strawberries, postponing this event for the morning. But as soon as I woke up, it started to rain.
There is no justice in this life. Another photo contest. Do you have photos of beautiful beaches lying around? It didn't crash. I, as a decent person, put everything clean on the TP, not having time to return from the trip.
4 days off were approaching. And what to do with it? Maybe our government is not so wrong in slowly taking away our legal holidays? Agree that drinking four days in a row is hard.