There she was, shrouded in dust, grey from a mixture of dirt and shock. At that moment I realised that we were quite far from anywhere, which if your partner isn’t as tough as old boots, would be a massive problem.
Paradise is a word that I throw around quite a bit. I guess i’m lucky enough to have seen some beautiful places. But believe me when I say that Talalla Beach was paradise.
As a golden sun slowly rose over Colombo, the silence of the morning was deafening. After a hot and uncomfortable night in the hostel, we left at 6am for an early morning stroll. It’s incredible the difference you see in a city when you watch it waking up. We passed ageing mechanics opening up their…
I’ll admit, it took me a little while to settle back in to life as a backpacker. It seemed as though I’d become a little too accustomed to city life in Melbourne, where latte’s are always on hand and things run at a somewhat orderly pace. Asia has a unique way of reminding you…
At the wheel we controlled out trip. No waiting for busses or trains. We cooked under the stars and slept with the sound of the ocean lapping in our ears. We moved on when we were ready and forged our own route. But it isn’t always plain sailing. At times it can be challenging and I guess this is what makes the adventure worthwhile.
We were blessed with a beautiful, breeze-less day and promised ourselves to enjoy it by doing precisely very little.
From here it was only a short walk around the point to Little Cove where we watched the surfers crowding the quiet bay, all waiting for that perfect ride back to shore.
It was still before 7am when we parked up at the nearest Mcdonald’s and while one of us ordered coffee’s the other had a wet wipe wash in the bathroom and changed in to fresh clothes.
As sunset approached, we grabbed some paddle boards from the beach and headed out in to the bay.
It was exactly the type of place we’d hoped find ourselves. A place we had no need to go to and would likely never visit again, but a place that existed to be found.