The last days in paradise

Well, now I have to write another post after Jonas wrote the last two.

After we didn't like it very much in Hikkaduwa either, I had almost lost hope of finding something suitable for the last few days. In the end we decided to pay 10€ more per night and not choose a tourist spot and it was definitely worth it. We found a super cute little "hotel" with a nice young man right on the beach in a small bay. To our delight there were no other guests there at the time so we had the entire resort and beach to ourselves. Every day we got an incredibly delicious local breakfast and an even tastier dinner that was always prepared by two incredibly lovely women.

We spent the whole day on two loungers, lying in the sun, swimming, drinking coconuts or cuddling one of the 6 dogs that lived on the property. I always imagined our last few days in a cool, big, all-inclusive hotel, but this just topped it all. If someone is looking for peace and relaxation, I can only warmly recommend this spot and the one where I have not experienced Sri Lanka so positively for myself. We were somehow happy and sad at the same time, because the end of our journey was getting closer and these were really our last days in "freedom"...

A very special moment was one evening when we were sitting comfortably at dinner and our nice landlord sat down with us and told us about himself, his family and his life. There was one topic that had been burning on my mind the whole time and I had to really think about whether I should really talk to him about it. Perhaps one or the other still remembers the terrible tsunami in December 2004 when the earth trembled in the Indian Ocean and triggered a terrible tsunami that took thousands of lives with it in several Asian countries, including Sri Lanka. When I asked him about this topic and he started to tell me that he was in this place at that time and had to climb onto the huge rock and see how everything was destroyed, tears came to his eyes and he visibly fell difficult. I still remember very well how my grandmother used to sit in front of the television all day and look at the pictures. Until that moment, I didn't even know that the country of Sri Lanka existed. To this day I associate the country with this tsunami and even had a bit of a queasy feeling every time we lived right on the beach.

I will probably always remember this story and I realized again how little such a stupid history book can convey in school and how important and instructive a trip to other countries can be. Thanks for that!!!!