I went to Galle the second time to find the stilt fisherman. Unfortunately all I found was a fake one. It was full moon festival wasn't it? No fishing today. Gutted. (Me. Not fish)
Luckily I found my favourite rickshaw driver who got me a massage, a look round a spice garden, and a chance to hold turtles at a hatchery in someone's back garden!
That night I was lying on the beach watching the crabs running around in the darkness thinking I'm tired of buses and I'm tired of trains, and I'm tired of being by myself. I thought I could see India over the water (of course I couldn't) and I decided it would be nice to get back. That's where I'm supposed to be right now.
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