Tangalla (or Tangalle) is the destination as we are taxi’d down from the mountains to the flat, south coast. 
At the bottom of the first hill, we stopped to admire the Ravana waterfall, a three tier cascade which was pretty impressive but supposedly nothing like after it’s been raining. Before then we came though substantial roadworks, shoring up the mountain side over the road – just the slippage after the latest rains – a reminder of the things we take for granted in the UK.
Tangalle’s beaches go on & on, a huge curve of jungle-backed yellow sand, with beach shack cafes spread along its length, the nearer the town centre the greater their density. There are further, individual beaches the other side of the fishing harbour. We both love this place, which is remarkably quiet, for the two previously mentioned reasons.
We’ve been staying in a new hotel on Tangalle seafront, for not a lot of money. The hotel is seriously not busy & has staff who don’t seem to know what they should be doing. But we’re better for some resting time.
On, then, to Mirissa, a more commercialised beach which we still think is fab; especially after a lunch of prawns with wasabi mayo & tuna seared sesame sushi. We’re here to go blue whale watching early tomorrow morning. The town is certainly tourism busier than others but still insufficient to match the extensive array of restaurants.
And tonight it rained, only for about two hours, but enough water for everything to stay green. This island seems to have loads of water, hence its lusciousness.
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