Today I woke to the sunshine pouring through the missing wall. I could hear the waves crashing on the sand just metres away from where we were sleeping. I got up out of bed and went for a walk on the beach and saw dad along the way. Dad went over to talk to the Aussie guy called Ben who reminds me so much of my year six teacher; Mr Wink.
We said goodbye to the beautiful beach and headed off by Tuk Tuk (I used to spell it like this: Took Took but recently found out that it is spelt Tuk Tuk) to the bus station. We then took the bus to Galle which is about a 3 hour trip.
Luckily, I got the best seat at the front with a place to put my bag and the window right beside with the breeze blowing in my face to cool me down. I was very content and relieved that I got a comfy seat. Just as I got well and truly settled, a monk came on the bus. When a monk comes on the bus the people at the front of the bus (us) have to give their seat to the monk. Dad and I went on the seats behind while mum sat next to the monk on the other aisle. I realized that there was an empty seat next the the monk that made me move so I sat there. Unfortunately, because I'm female, I was not allowed to sit next to him so I had to move back next to dad. I only had a tiny bit of window so to get the breeze I had to squeeze my head in between the chair Infront of me and the edge of the window. It was very uncomfortable as my head kept on hitting the bus wall.
Half way through the trip and the bus was packed to the rafters! Because mum was sitting at the front where the door is where there is heaps of room, all that room was taken up by all the people pushing and shoving. She said that she had everyone's faces and bags and everything in her face, pushing her into the gentle monk who she was trying to protect. It got so crowded that the bus wasn't stopping for anyone as there was no room for any more. There was a mother sitting next to dad who had a poor little girl who was throwing up everywhere onto her mum and her mums bag. The mum got off pretty soon after. Then a pregnant lady sat down in her place and the poor thing had push away the bags being pushed on her stomach. Once we got off that awful bus we walked down to the Galle fort and had a look around to see where to stay. We decided to stay at the New Old Dutch House. Afterwards, we cooled down as we were dripping wet with sweat from the bus trip. Then we had a look around the Galle Fort which by the way, is beautiful. We went shopping and I got a really nice top with Sri Lankan elephants on it and we looked in a really nice shop with cute stuff. There were elephant bags, lion and fish and elephant pencil cases, place mats with pics of Sri Lanka and a beautifully written book called On The Streets And Other Revelations. I fell in love with the place. We walked along the wall of the fort and came across a little gathering with a man playing the drums and everyone dancing and having fun. It was great! We then came across a place called the house of joy. There was a guy there that showed us around and it was beautiful. He said that an American lady owns the place and let me tell you, she did a good job! You can either get a room like you do at a normal hotel or, if you have a big group of people (8 or less) then you can get the whole place, kitchen, TV room and all completely to your selves like you own the place for only about $340 a night (I'm not sure about the price but it's three hundred and something). I would definitely recommend this place to others if you have a big group or meet someone you can share with. It was fabulous.
For dinner we went to the recommended "Mommas". I had the pasta (with Bolognese and most importantly... THE BEST PARMESAN CHEESE I'VE EVER HAD). I could not believe how yummy it was! We decided to go back there on our last night in Galle. I finally felt relaxed. I no longer held up a nasty wall to anyone trying to sell me something on the streets, I took in what they were saying and actually considered it.
I have made up my mind that my favorite place in Sri Lanka is Galle Fort.