Our short boat ride came to an end and from here on we had to push our bikes along the hot beach sand, towards the main road. This part was rough since we were barefoot on the hot sand without much shade. The road after the lagoon was lonely and Saroj would get into these deep conversations with me. This was the best thing to do to kill time and cover distance. I remember we had a heated argument over the SAITM issue because both of us were supporting two different sides and we had a hard time coming to a mutual understanding. Now don’t judge me based on my political beliefs, I’m just a simple guy who likes to cycle.
There is a story that will always hold a special place in this journey for Saroj and myself and I don’t want to mention it here as part of the daily log. It deserves a special place. I will call this story “Women Fighting”. You can look it up by clicking the link.
I’m not a big expert on plants, but since my dad has a PhD in Botany, I always had a slight understanding of how plants function because my dad would always explain things to me. Plants here tend to take different forms based on the type of water they receive. Since the water in this area is partly salty, mangrove type plants grow here.
We hadn’t had lunch because we couldn’t find a place to eat. On our route, there were vast areas of farms that had papaw, bananas, pineapples and other types of crops. We came across a vendor who was selling papaw on the side of the road on a small table. I tried one slice of the papaw and it was so good. We decided to call this our lunch. These farmers were so kind to us that when they heard our story about cycling around the country they wanted to give us the fruits for free. I can’t imagine this kind of generosity – given by people who earn less than us at the end of the month.
Our route was insanely hot and we couldn’t drink the water we carried because it was too warm. We saw an ice cream tuk tuk coming from far and decided to stop it. The driver stopped the vehicle but the wheel got stuck and we spent time pulling that out. The ice cream helped a little bit but there was a long way to go.
For some odd reason, despite this being the road to Trincomalee, we were experiencing tall hills that made the ride difficult. There were some points where I couldn’t see the other side because the valley came afterwards. I gained a little bit of confidence when I was passing through hotels that were famous in Trinco for their snorkelling experience. We didn’t have time to go diving, but that is something worth trying here. For lunch we stopped at a vegetarian joint and we were in the town of Trincomalee.
Trincomalee is famous for its natural harbour and we could see so many ships and boats anchored nearby. Our room was located in the town area and it was one of the cheapest places we found at booking.com. The rooms were so cheap that it could have been the type used by couples to try their new positions. I recall the host asking us, how did you manage to take so long to come to Trinco from Mulativu? And then we showed him our cycles.