After a month of Thailand and shortly debating whether to go to Myanmar for a visa run, I decided to go to Sri Lanka, from where I have a ticket to Europe. I initially had a one-way ticket to Thailand, but my friend Louis, whose family I visited in Mindanoa, Philippines, last year, advised me to get a ticket back to Europe. I would otherwise run the risk not to be allowed in the land of Siam or forced to book a return on the spot and buying under pressure is never a good thing. No one asked me for anything when entering the kingdom, but I had a pretty solid reason to go to Sri Lanka. On the day my Thai visa was about to expire, I left for the land of Ceylon tea, mellow waves, good food and lovely people. I heard mixed story about Sri Lanka; some loved it, others had been less impressed. As my plane from Bangkok was delayed- besides that, excellent service from Sri Lanka Airlines- I arrived in Colombo when the sun was about to set and after exiting the terminal attempted to find a bus that was to take me to the centre of the capital. This wasn’t very straight forward and had to ask some nice people, but I managed to find one and once I had boarded the bus it was leaving in the next few minutes. As it was dark, there wasn’t much to see, besides a lot of traffic. After arriving at the ‘bus station’ in the capital I had to ‘fight’ with a few tuk tuk drivers to get me to my hostel for a decent price and I lost. On top of that, the driver had no idea where the hostel was located, despite having given him the address and shown him a map.
A Union of Citizens
Once I finally arrived, I unpacked and went out to feed my famished being. The restaurant and what seems the be a culture centre named the Dutch Burgher Union was close by. Only after I arrived I realised that burgher was not referring to the meat dish, but to the Dutch word for citizen. It’s the home of an association of Dutch citizens, established in 1907, when Sri Lanka was called Ceylon. The complex has a restaurant and a small cafe attached, where I saw a poster for the Sint Nicolas celebration, which is a very Dutch festival. The last few years many of my fellow and sister countrymen and -women are almost at a state of civil war, as the festival is racist, which people of colour knew all along and many white Dutch people don’t want to acknowledge. We had to get the UN involved for the globalist organisation to come to the conclusion that the festival is indeed racist. Not being able to solve the issue by ourselves and needing to get the UN involved is most embarrassing, but I’m seriously digressing. The ambience at the Dutch Burgher Union was pleasant enough, the staff absolutely lovely and the food horrendous. I’m sure it’s a Sri Lankan dis in regards to Dutch cuisine.
Going South
The next day I boarded a train, that was as full as can be, going south, as my main reason to come to Sri Lanka is to ride some waves. My destination was the town of Weligama, which is known for its mellow waves perfect for beginners and intermediates. Weligama is not a pretty town, as such and if you’re not surfing or want more challenging waves, the town is not really worth a visit, but there are plenty of other beaches and more challenging breaks close by. It was the very first time I went out to the line up on my own, without a surf buddy, sister or teacher and as it such a ‘mellow’ break, getting out is a piece of piss. I put ‘mellow’ in brackets as the breaking waves are still powerful enough for a proper white wash and they close out quickly. It’s also a very shallow break and one runs the risk of ocean floor confrontation. During my very first session I experienced just that and lost the battle- I guess the ocean always wins- scrapping the top of my forehead against the ocean floor. It was more the shock than anything else; it could have been a lot worse and I was rather forcefully reminded why I’m not a great fan of shallow breaks. For a week I had early morning sessions, made some friends and did some work.
After 10 days I wanted a change of scenery and left for neighbouring town Mirissa to check out the breaks there and, the main reason, to see some dolphins and whales.
middle image: dutchburgherunion.org
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