I love it. That's what being abroad is all about. Listening to different sounds, inhaling alien smells, seeing weird colors and shapes and mixing it to make up the flavor of adventures and experiences. Arugam Bay itself is quite boring. It's all about surfing. The guys hanging around here are just interested in this one thing. Getting up early in the morning at 4:30am to catch the very first waves every single day, surfing throughout the whole day, talking about surfing the rest of the day and going to bed early in order to get up to catch the first waves the next day. There's just few nightlife, everything concentrates on the weekend where a party happens in the only club which got a license to serve alcoholic beverages.
Thus I get to live the life of a surfer guy. Two and a half days just getting up early (well basically NOT at 4:30 but 8:00 am). And well, I sort of liked it but just the sportive part. Experiencing a deserted village in the evening is definitely not what I expected. But well: Expect the unexpected! So there was always someone to chat up to and I did a lot of reading! But waves got worse after two days or more likely they disappeared so that surfing was more like sitting on the board and trying to catch the two waves rolling in within three hours.
The last day I got to know Fasmeen. A hotel owner the Lonely Planet described as "a remarkable Freddy Mercury look-alike". I was relaxing in a hammock of his restaurant thinking about future and what to do after studies, thinking what you could make out of this run-down restaurant. I told him about my ideas and soon he wanted me to join his business. He sort of didn't wanna let me go, but anyway the next day I had to move on because waiting for the waves pissed me off. So came that he invited me to his home in the middle of the country. We started the next day. Well, "Why not?" I thought by myself (It's also the name of a restaurant at Hikkaduwa's beach, and it's a really great idea to call your restaurant like this).
Today's lesson: Why? ... Why not?