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Sri Lanka Stories: Day 12 - Hikkaduwa to Negombo

In what should have been a fairly uneventful morning, I almost managed to lose my wife.  Not in terms of physical proximity, but to one of the chefs at the buffet who hit her with the all-time classic chat-up line of “you’re beautiful”, whilst my back was turned - although I accept that even if my back was not turned, the presence of a lanky lad, just over 6ft might not have stopped his advances.  Regardless, it put a spring in her step on what was due to be a long day of travelling; I mean a girl as pretty as my wife is probably used to being hit on in nightclubs, but I expect it was a first for the breakfast buffet.

Our flight wasn’t ‘til 10PM that evening, but we had to leave the hotel by midday, so we were due to head to Negombo for a spot to eat in the afternoon/evening, since it is only a short distance from the airport.

We stopped on route at a Turtle Hatchery, which was quite interesting and had Amy cooing at the 3 day old turtles - even I, overflowing, as I am with testosterone, was touched by their vulnerability and cuteness.  The experience was cheap, insightful and interesting, so I would recommend it, but I did question the morality of it once we were back in the car.  I mean, whilst the vast majority of the turtles are released into the wild when they reached a few weeks old, there were a few adults which were displayed as what appeared to be permanent fixtures in small pools a few meters by a few meters.  The question of whether the many turtles they help reach adulthood is worth the ones which are kept as prisoners is undeniably difficult to answer.  This is potentially a moot point if the older turtles are cycled around the tanks and released (rather than retained for life) but as I didn’t think about this until I left, I never had a chance to ask - if you go, maybe you could ask and let me know!

Baby turtles!

Baby turtles!

One of the older turtles, that they let you hold.

One of the older turtles, that they let you hold.

This one was big. It weighed like 25kg.

This one was big. It weighed like 25kg.

Our guide at the hatchery.

Our guide at the hatchery.

I think this was one of the poorly turtles that the hatchery look after.

I think this was one of the poorly turtles that the hatchery look after.

After picking the eggs up, they relay them to hatch.

After picking the eggs up, they relay them to hatch.

Beautiful setting.

Beautiful setting.

The Hatchery.

The Hatchery.

The journey to Negombo was another 2.5 - 3 hours from here and I was pleasantly surprised when we arrived; it was a nice balance modernity and urban-ness without making the beach front feel too hectic.

We were only there for a couple of hours before we had to depart to the airport, which we spent meandering along the beach to the first bar we reached, before plonking ourselves on a chair and enjoying the a final Lion beer and a nice pizza, whilst admiring the beautiful view across the beach and taking our last breaths of Sri Lankan costal air.  The atmosphere was so nice that the below average service was excused, not least because it gave us somewhere to sit an relax for far longer than you might ordinarily expect in a restaurant! 

After this it was to the airport and around 24 hours later we were back in the icey cold comfort of our home in Northern England. 

Read the rest of my Sri Lanka Stories, here.

Saying goodbye to Tuan, our driver.

Saying goodbye to Tuan, our driver.

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