So I was sitting in the Indian embassy in Colombo waiting for that oh-so precious indian visa and this woman from the Slovak Republic and i started talking. She'd been living in Sri Lanka for a year and suggested I definitely not miss a little town called Galle. She was cute, even though she teased me mercilessly about being a spoiled American for having to actually wait for a visa, and so I took her up on her suggestion to take a bus to Galle. Never doubt a Slovak.Galle was great. An old Portuguese or Dutch of something evil Euro-outpost on the southern tip of the island, the town is made up of an old fort, with walls about 20 feet thick, or so they seemed. It's quiet, peaceful, small, and the families all walk along the wall of the fort by the water at dusk. Quite nice.
Part of the fortified coast
Nice villa
Early morning. Probably out looking for coffee
Just wear a sarong once: you'll never see the sense of pants again
The old town, what they call the Fort
Dealer in sundries
Gazebo
Old town
Old town - there were a lot of orange flags and someone told me this was because an important monk had recently died
Old town stupa
Clock tower
If only!
A suggestion? proclomation? wish?
This was a very learned scholar who speaks often in the US on Theraveda Buddhism
Ruby!
Galle Market
Another mosque
This guy was wonderfully kind to me, though a bit curious about the maniac who runs my country, as I think we all are
I got invited in to this islamic school
Boys and girls together, reading the Quran
Behind his mosque, they were playing cricket.
Boys!
Another part of the mosque
They have this bathing/swimming pool behind the mosque, where they demonstrated acrobatics