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.