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We leave our best hostel we’ve been in Sri Lanka with a said feeling. The
owner was the friendliest dude ever, in the place called Macleod Inn. The view
was amazing and the breakfast very tasty. We get on the early bus to Negombo,
where we are planning to stay for two days until our flight at 03.00 in the morning,
ouch…
When we tried to figure out when the busses would leave, we got the strange
answer of, if you’re there around 08.30 there are probably busses leaving then.
Right, so they leave at 08.30? No madam, no one know when they leave, they do
when they are full enough, but around that time, there are usually 4 busses
leaving. Great, well nothing we van do about that, besides just arriving in
time, if you can call it in time for something that has no set time of leaving.
As we unload our TukTuk we are herded into the waiting bus, and after they
found a secured spot for the surfboard behind the driver seat we once again set
of a minute after we get on the bus. It seems they find to white people on the
bus reason enough to leave around here. I take my appointed seat next to Sister
Mary and Graham try’s to squeeze himself on the little bench as well. This
proves very uncomfortable as these benches are defiantly designed on the
average size of a slim Sri Lankan dude and not by fare catering for me, Grom
and a well fad sister Mary. We all feel relived when Grom decides to take the
seat behind me next to a local man. After some time the bus is getting fuller
and fuller though and Grom is being replaced by a young even better fed girl,
who politely gives up her seat to an elderly lady who gets on the bus later.
She is the tiniest women ever. Siting down the top of her head is around my
shoulder and she has intriguing blue eyes that make me wonder if she is blind,
which she obviously isn’t. She immediately starts talking to me. After concluding
I must be Catholic she tells me she is Anglican and grew up in a monastery as
her father passed away when she was 1 years old. Hence why her English is so
good. She was married for some 50 plus years to her husband who was a good and
kind man and gave her two daughters, who both got married and have two
grandchildren. She is living with one of her daughters now as he passed away 6
months ago. They were lying in bed when he set up complaining of chest pain. She
strokes his arm and then he passed away, having a heart attack. He was 76 years
old and she is 78 years now. She tells me she suffers from arthritis and that
they were waiting for the bus to arrive for 1,5 hours, and I can tell you, it’s
very warm. The poor lady. She still looks very vital and happy though. After
she gets off the bus, Sister Mary starts a conversation with me. She tells me
she is from a monastery close by Negombo and the have about 48 orphans they
take care for. All the men that try and sit down next to me are being sent away
by the sister, as that is inappropriate a men siting next to me, a married
women and her a non. She entered the convent when she was 26 and now guides
other young girls who are joining.
We get off the bus and get a cheap place to stay. Looking back at that we
should have gone for a other option as it both just gets on our nerves as the
place is not the cleanest and the service Grom had to pay for in the end is non
existence.
Off to India so.
