There was no food cooked this morning at the hostel because everyone is still hungover from the beach party last night. I miraculously woke up at 7am thanks to my internal body clock that never fails me. A very useful thing to have when traveling. Walked down the road from my place and followed the rusty train tracks leading to a food joint that was offering string hoppers with dhal, pol sambol and some gingery liquid for 100 rupees. That's not even a dollar. I swear everything tastes so much better when you eat with your bare hands.
I love photographing the women here. They are all so very interesting and attractive in their own Sri Lankan ways.
Did a little exploring around the locale today. I've started to notice how 'green' this country is. No wonder why so many people call it the paradise island.