Surfing, juices and eviction from paradise
End of Sri Lankan side trip - back to Indian hermitage
Today I surfed my first proper wave – I managed to catch a huge wave (huge for my standards that is) in the right spot and so I enjoyed a long ride on a sloping “mountain” of pure green water and then a long stretch of whitewater, after the wave collapsed. The ride of my life (so far)! This day will be remembered forever in my heart as the “First Green Water Ride Day” :-)
As mentioned before, the daily highlight of our days was visit in a juice bar in Weligama, “AVM Cream House” to be precise. The king of the juices was undeniably avocado juice (originally promoted by Samo and winning everybody’s taste buds right away), but together we tasted so many different fruits and their mixtures, that it’s impossible to remember them, but we tried at least these ones (pure or mixed): avocado, mango, passion fruit, pineapple, papaya, banana, apple, orange, lemon, jack fruit, pomegranate, grapes, kitala, cashew (that’s right, cashew), star fruit, lovi, nelli, wood apple, water melon, carrot, custard apple and ginger (this was the only one that we didn’t manage to drink down, everyone tasted 0,1 dl and gave it up, it was pure, non-diluted ginger poison, spicy like hell). Winner of the pack (for me) is avocado and pomegranate.
If I come back to Bratislava I think I’ll open a juice bar!!! Or elsewhere…
What else to say about Sri Lanka? As I said good bye to Samo and Janka on 09-JAN-2013 6:30 a.m. (Jirka left on 07-JAN-2013), I’m out here all alone again. As I rode the train to Colombo to catch a flight to southern India, I played on my iPod one of the best epic hairy-gay-rock songs of all times: Here I Go Again by Whitesnake (its even more epic video clip is linked in the Mixed Grill section), which starts with these epic – and perfectly fitting - lyrics:
No, I don’t know where I’m goin’
But, I sure know where I’ve been
Hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday
And I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wastin’ no more time
Here I go again
Here I go again
Though I keep searchin’ for an answer
I never seem to find what I’m lookin’ for
Oh Lord, I pray you give me strength to carry on
Cause I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
And, here I go again on my own
Going’ down the only road I‘ve ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
And I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wastin’ no more time…
So I here I go again! Good bye my dear Slovak friends, good bye Sri Lanka and lazy surf-filled beach days, I’m going back to Incredible India!
/Etymological intermezzo/
By the way, as I was writing “eviction from paradise” in the headline of this post, I realized, that the term eviction might actually be etymologically derived from “Eve”, that damn apple crunching woman, thanks to whom, we, the good men, were evicted from the paradise. Eviction is perhaps just a verb equivalent of “noun” Eve.
/End of etymological intermezzo/
