Farm to Table can SUCK IT

We bid farewell to our new friend, ze German, and set off to sites further south, to the sea side town of Tangalle, specifically a remote stretch of beach called Marakolliya at Cinnabar, a tiny 6 cabana guest house.

On the agenda...

• wake up whenever
• long, lazy walks on the beach punctuated by splashing around in the Indian Ocean, where the water temperature is like a warm soothing bath.
• nap under a coconut tree

Rinse and Repeat

On the menu for dinner, ridiculously fresh fish... and I mean ridiculously fresh.
This is Namesh, he works at the guest house as a waiter, chef, bell man, and cleaner.
In the late afternoon, he is also responsible for strapping on a mask, wading out into the surf AND CATCHING DINNER!!!

Seriously? makes farm to table seem processed...

And shortly into our BELLIES...

Do we miss the countless temples of the North and the butt blasting climbs of the Hill country? Sure...
Do we regret a little beach time? Hellz to the NO!!!