Off on an adventure in Sri Lanka
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JO Jojoone1 Globetrotter ·
Hope you didn't rent a Tuk Tuk for Namibia!

🙂

Nope, he's learning how to saddle an elephant right now. He never ceases to amaze us! 😎
BI Bibouns51 Globetrotter ·
I hope you didn’t rent a tuk-tuk for Namibia!

I’m heading there too in October 2026.

Hope you’ll keep a Namibian travel journal 🙂

Yeah, I keep a journal for all my adventures—especially to preserve my memories safe and sound in case of an Elsa Heimer moment... 😉 But I’m nowhere near posting anything here yet (just don’t have the time), even if it’s always in the back of my mind...

As for tuk-tuks in Namibia, I looked into it, but it’s not really a thing there. Over there, it’s either a "normal" vehicle with lodges or a tent on the roof of a Hilux. What I *can* say is that it’ll be neither of those! 😉
BI Bibouns51 Globetrotter ·
Hope you didn't rent a Tuk Tuk for Namibia!

🙂

Nope, he's learning how to saddle an elephant right now. He never fails to amaze us! 😎

😛

You just gave me an idea! 😏
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
Over there, it's either a "normal" vehicle with lodges or a tent on the roof of a Hilux.

Or a normal vehicle and camping...😛

Or on foot if it's a hiking program !😮

Or by donkey cart for the local transport experience. 😄

But let's keep exploring by tuk-tuk !😉
BI Bibouns51 Globetrotter ·
Day 10 - December 15

Etymologically speaking, the whole point of a road trip is to hit the road with a loosely defined plan, an overambitious playlist, and the firm intention of getting *somewhere*—without ever being sure when or how. Once again today, we’re sticking to that definition to a T. From Haputale, where we are this morning, to Tangalle, where we hope to sleep tonight, the GPS is crystal clear: six hours of driving! With twelve hours of daylight forecast for today, we’ll be putting every minute to good use, given all the points of interest I’ve noted along the way... But let’s not put the cart before the horse—let’s start at the beginning with our first stop, reached after an hour of rattling around in our trusty Tuk-Tuk.

Sri Lanka’s beautiful island is often praised for its wild beaches, temples, and tea plantations perched in the mountains. But what people often forget is that the island is also home to one of the highest concentrations of waterfalls in the world. Over 500 cascades burst forth in the heart of its tropical landscapes. And guess what? The one that might just be the most impressive of all is right on our route today—Diyaluma Falls. At 220 meters tall, it’s the second-highest waterfall in Sri Lanka. You can admire it from the road, but what makes Diyaluma unique is the hike that takes you to its summit, where you can swim in natural overflow pools with a breathtaking view of the entire valley. No problem for my dad when it comes to hiking, even in tropical sauna mode. However, in the phrase "breathtaking view," he mostly focused on the word "breathtaking." So, he wrote himself a note excusing himself from the view *and* the swim. Signed: the scaredy-cat!







Alright, back on the road toward the unknown and our next stop: Buduruwagala Temple, literally "The Rock of Buddhist Sculptures." After visiting, I’d have gone with "The Rock of Timeless Buddhist Sculptures, a sanctuary of ancient sacred statues, the unofficial kingdom of monkeys roaming freely in a thick, buzzing jungle," but that wouldn’t have fit on the signs. In short, this hidden gem emerges mysteriously from the forest in absolute tranquility. We’re practically alone here, with a sense of discovery as we contemplate these enormous silhouettes carved into the granite, motionless for centuries, with the cries of monkeys as a soothing soundtrack. A little favorite moment...







On the road again! Between freshly squeezed fruit juice and scenic stops in rice paddies, we continue our pilgrimage, passing open-air roadside shops: stalls selling fruits and vegetables, tire vendors, gas canisters, car parts, sofas, coffins... All the essentials of life—well, except the coffins. We also make an unplanned stop in Galeria, thrown onto our route by fate... or rather by my dad, who seemed to think that a day where everything goes smoothly must be a scam!







During yet another contemplative stop in a photogenic rice paddy, my dad slips away discreetly to negotiate an urgent intestinal peace treaty with nature. By now, this scene is too familiar to warrant much commentary... Except that twenty kilometers down the road, in the middle of an equally inspiring banana plantation, reality—sneaky and lurking behind a bunch of bananas—hits us with a logistical slap. My dad, the hero, realizes that in the heat of the moment, he’d carelessly left our little backpack behind at his improvised drop-off spot. What was in this sacrificial offering to the local flora? Oh, just our passports, bank cards, driver’s licenses, plus a little bonus equivalent to the modest sum of 500 € in small bills... There you have it—the price of justice!
BI Bibouns51 Globetrotter ·
Day 10 (continued)

Well, after a thorough investigation carried out by our best experts rushed to the scene, the bag was finally found safe and sound. Phew! We can finally kick off our vacation in this adventure since we’ve just landed on a randomly chosen beach in Tangalle. And since luck seems to be on our side, we’re enjoying a nice Lion Strong, white sand between our toes, waiting for the sun to call it a day. In front of us, the determination of a baby turtle trying to reach the Indian Ocean makes us realize one thing: we’ve truly arrived in paradise...









BI Bibouns51 Globetrotter ·
Day 11 - December 16

While Sri Lanka is a perfect playground for energetic newbie adventurers, it’s also an ideal spot to kick back and switch into sea, sex, and sun-on-the-beach mode. I mean, why not explore the island’s 1,300 kilometers of coastline as a chance to discover hidden coves and secret beaches, snorkel with tiny fish and big turtles, or just lounge in the sun to get that perfect tan that’ll make your friends back home super jealous? Okay, the last option isn’t really our thing, but you get the idea for the days ahead...

It’s worth noting we’re not planning to just fry ourselves like pancakes on our hypothetical beach towels... Proof of that is this morning’s alarm clock going off at the crack of dawn—six a.m.—so we could fire up Tukif and head out to meet the local fishermen returning from their nighttime trips.

And this early wake-up call wasn’t for nothing! At Tangalle’s harbor, some sailors are prepping their boats for a long trip out to sea, while others are coming back and negotiating their hard-earned catch. It’s loud, it’s bustling, it’s bursting with life... and there we are, right in the middle of this raw, unfiltered scene with no stage or glitter—just us as the only VIP guests from Europe. So, of course, they spoil us: explaining, showing, sharing their daily routine, all with big, genuine smiles that aren’t about anything but kindness. My dad’s loving it—at least, that’s what his amazed face is telling me...













BI Bibouns51 Globetrotter ·
Day 11 (continued)





Next up is the pageant of the misses—obviously, I’m talking about the beaches that put Sri Lanka’s south coast on the map. The first to charm us is Blue Beach in Nilwella. Let’s just say the bar is set *sky-high* on the Beachter scale with this double cove, its perfect curves accentuated by a fashion-forward peninsula. But what really seals the deal is that peninsula and the mini-hike it offers. An enchanting yucca forest, rocks sculpted by crashing waves, natural pools, coconut trees reaching for the sky... The combo is unbeatable for soaking up long moments of pure awe. Blue Beach, the jury’s verdict? **Approved!**















BI Bibouns51 Globetrotter ·
Day 11 (continued)







The second contestant to take the stage in front of us is Hiriketiya Beach, a favorite among surfers of all levels. Can you picture my dad on a surfboard?... Neither can he! So we stick to the classics: swimming and an ice-cold beer while soaking in the very aesthetic scenery...





We keep moving forward in our casting, guided by this logic: "What if the next one is even more beautiful?" Now it’s Dikwella Beach’s turn in the spotlight. And it wins everyone over! Raw beauty untouched by human pollution. Here, coconut palms and yuccas take turns offering life-saving shade, perfect for slicing up juicy mangoes and tasty pineapples for lunch. Add warm water and soft sand slipping between your toes to the picture, and you’ll want to activate the no-return clause!









BI Bibouns51 Globetrotter ·
Day 11 (continued)

Oh no, wait—we can do even better! Because if you add a visit to the Wewurukannala Buduraja Maha Viharaya temple and its giant Buddha to the end of the day, followed by a mouthwatering grilled fish feast at Ceylon Excel, then you’ve got the *perfect* day—the kind every tour operator should include in their itineraries. You agree, Dad?











BI Bibouns51 Globetrotter ·
Day 12 - December 17

Life under the tropical sun is just so darn cruel... Why do we *have* to find answers to all these complicated questions? For example, today—flip-flops: red or blue? And the beaches—one, two? Why not three? You might laugh, but it’s exhausting thinking about all this in this heat!

We’ll take it easy pondering it all from Silent Beach, our very first stop of the day. And the least you can say is that this spot turns out to be another true slice of paradise. On the beach, Coco cuddles, on the beach, Coco... A long, deserted stretch of golden sand, lined with coconut trees, where the only visual pollution is a few officially approved nap traps—namely, hammocks lazily strung here and there between two curved trunks.











Besides a quick dip, the only physical activity officially allowed here is strolling along the beach to uncover what’s mysteriously hiding behind the rocks at the far end. And guess what?... We find its little sister—just as adorable and, once again, all to ourselves for our swimsuits!







BI Bibouns51 Globetrotter ·
Day 12 (continued)

All that energy spent left us completely wiped out. Quick, a nice cold coconut while lounging in a deck chair with our feet in the water! Only a storm could snap us out of this waking dream, sending us wandering for the rest of the day through a totally different scene—the streets of Tangalle, the noise, and the smells of little eateries that worked up our appetites. That’s all for today... curtain down.











MU Muriel18 Globetrotter ·
I don’t know how you do it, but even destinations that didn’t really tempt me before now make me want to go 😏😏😏
KA Kate Globetrotter ·
Hang in there! Life in the tropics is a series of challenges that only the bravest travelers can take on 😛😉
AT Attila Globetrotter ·
I didn’t remember there were such beautiful beaches in Sri Lanka! 😛
DJ Djalma Globetrotter ·
Hi there, I’ve been following your travels in Sri Lanka with pleasure—I love your style! And it’s not every day you get around by tuk-tuk! (I’ll be asking you for tips on that, because I’m really into the idea and I’m planning to go back there this winter!)

As I read your story, I ended up at those beaches in the south of the island that you describe so well, and they reminded me of one of my best memories from that country... Very old memories! It’s hard to say exactly which beach it was... It was around Dondra Head or between Matara and that southernmost tip of Ceylon. Yes, we still called it Ceylon, even though it hadn’t been called that for two or three years. We were there in April 1975, so exactly 51 years ago. Back then, there was no internet, of course, and not even a paper guidebook with reliable info. Aside from visiting some historical sites like Polonnaruwa, Anuradhapura, or Kataragama, I mostly let chance guide me, as I often do...

Around noon, an ancient bus dropped me off in a seaside village at the very south of Ceylon. It was scorching hot—late April or early May—with not a breath of air and hardly anyone outside. That was pretty unusual in a country almost as crowded as India! My first thought was to head to the beach to cool off a bit.

I walk through the coconut grove toward the beach... No one around! I sit down near a rock, and suddenly I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around and see a guy about twenty meters away who clearly didn’t dare come any closer. Glancing toward the palm grove, I vaguely make out shadows moving, then a good dozen people standing motionless behind each coconut tree, all staring in my direction. I wave to the guy closest to me, and soon everyone in the area heads my way. More and more keep coming over the next few minutes, until it feels like the whole village has shown up to see the lost white tourist!

When I explain that I’m looking for a place to eat lunch, they lead me to the village, and the whole crowd follows—even the village idiot, who has everyone laughing! They take me into a hut, I’m surrounded on all sides, and there are even more people outside. I can see a dozen pairs of eyes watching my every move through the bamboo walls. My snorkel sticking out of my bag intrigues more than a few of them. I show them the diving mask that goes with it and get them laughing as I explain how I can catch fish with a piece of bungee cord and a bike spoke!

There’s no restaurant in the village. As often happened in Ceylon, they invite me to share a meal. This time, it’s an excellent fish curry! I offer the head of the household my only T-shirt, and we spend part of the afternoon chatting in broken English while drinking rounds of toddy—a drink I could’ve done without. I much prefer its distilled cousin, arrack!

Have you ever had the chance to try that "famous" drink?
BI Bibouns51 Globetrotter ·
I don’t know how you do it, but even destinations that didn’t really tempt me before now make me want to go

So, where are you sending me as a scout this time? [;]
BI Bibouns51 Globetrotter ·
Hang in there! Life in the tropics is a series of challenges that only the bravest travelers can face 😛😉

I’m hanging in there and doing my best to tough it out... 😛
BI Bibouns51 Globetrotter ·
What a beautiful story—it really makes you want to discover these kinds of preserved places, though there are fewer and fewer of them... No, I haven’t had the chance to try that drink yet. On the other hand, we *did* try arak!

Looking forward to the next part! Franck
BI Bibouns51 Globetrotter ·
Day 13 - December 18

If today had to have a title, "The Sun Is Dead" would’ve been spot-on. When we woke up, the sky’s color made it clear Nicoletta wouldn’t be attacking Richard Cocciante’s epidermis today. Anyway, since the sky got up on the wrong side of the clouds this morning, might as well hit the gas, right? So we left the Tangalle area a bit early to hug the ocean westbound toward Mirissa, another hotspot on the coast famous for its beaches.

Along the way, zigzagging between shy sunny spells and whimsical downpours, we made a few stops that barely managed to crack a smile on our faces... The white lighthouse at Devundara, the water temple in Matara... before being welcomed by a glorious, saving burst of light at Secret Beach—a beach that’s not so secret after all, since plenty of others clearly decoded the treasure map before us. Luckily, a few steps to the side were all it took to find the ultimate luxury on the neighboring Niyana Wella beach: being alone, just us and our last dip of the day. Oh, already the last one? Yep, as we moved toward the long beach at Weligama, sheets of rain came down on us, leaving us no choice but to endure a few beers, reluctantly chugged under the tarps of a beachside restaurant. One beer’s fine. Two beers, okay. Three beers—hello, damage!... Rain wins by KO, and we won’t see the sun again today...











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