We had to pay to park our van in someones garden and walk through a lane full of stalls selling dried fish. Eventually, past a dead puppy and a few beggars you come to a cash desk in a sort of museum. Up some cobbled steps to a cleft in the cliff. As it was a calm day and the sea was flat so there was nothing blowing through the hole, so we stood there for ten minutes and started walking back. I can imagine when the sea is rough huge spouts of water soaking everyone around and the Sri Lankans thinking that great fun. On the way back to Galle we stopped to photograph a couple of pole fishermen, who immediately jumped off their poles and demanded a tip. I don't think they really ever fished for anything else but tourist tips. We gave the little boy who was with them a really nice set of school stuff, but when no money was forthcoming the older fisherman called me a Saudi, which I found out later meant something not very nice. Charming. Never mind I still love the place,
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