On a blue morning we leave galle. At the pretty organised bus
station its a simple matter if waiting until we see a bus
with the sign kataragama which will take us to tissa. Of
course the first twenty, thirty busses are going everywhere
but our destination. But after half an hour its there and
surprisingly not full at all. The journey takes us over Sri
Lankan a2, an ever twisting road, like all. This time we took
a big bus, which doesn’t stop everytime waves its hand, in
contradiction with the tiny aircon vans. Once in tissa the
busstop towards kirinda is easily found, though in the mid of
day when the sun is burning, it takes a while before the bus
is full and ready to leave. And with full, I mean full until
all standing spots are taken double. The journey to kirinda
doesn’t take long. We are left alone on a dirty almost
deserted busstop, where sand is blowing everywhere. At this
time we are really cooking from the heat and want nothing but
shade and relax. We set pace towards anywhere, as there are
no directions, no signs. So in the burning heat we really
hope we are going in the right direction. All the sudden we
see a sign for flower temple guest house. It turned out to be
a beautiful oasis flower and plants filled garden, with the
only tourism action going on in the whole village as it
seems. After a short rest, we walk a bit along a dirt road
Embraced with beautiful cacti, of which some in bloom, where
all the houses seem to be deserted. One gate showed a name
sign of a German family, but they haven’t been in their
holiday home in a long long time. We rest awhile on a
rockfilled beach, where dogs rule the place until the sea
swallows the sand. And that went quickly. After escaping the
quickly approaching see we set foot to higher grounds. Just
towering above the still empty busstation, a huge rock with a
tall standing Buddha next to it, begs to be climbed. Once on
top, a beautiful Buddhist temple complex with large white
stupa shows itself to us, and while we wonder around the see
is way below us in a dramatic mood as it collaps with the
sand and rocks heavily. A somewhat dirty old man
unfortunately spoils our stay there, by not giving us a
moment of quiet time enjoying the views over the white washed
temples and the blue raging sea. But still remarkable that
such a small dusty village is blessed with such beauty.
5/3/2013