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Sex On The Beach

August 15, 2008

.. or atleast that was what I was bugging Cindy, abt getting upto at the Hikka Beach Fest, while the poor thing was stuck at home burning the midnight oil to meet dissertation deadlines. Well as she predicted (which most of you figured out as well) that happens only in the Movies, or to good looking guys or both.  🙂 But in anycase the plan was to have a ball of a time no matter what, as this was going to be the last bachelor trip. So dragged my fellow groomsmen to hikka.. and boy did we have a BLAAAST!!

Ok that was the summary. For those of you who are happy with that, feel free to just skim through the pics and feel satisfied. But knowing most of you in the blogsphere, and how much you like to read/hear juicy details, buckle up coz this will be a long ride all the way to Hikka and back with some detours too. I can’t promise to keep you entertained right through out, coz we too had our dull moments, but the good ones made up for it. So hopefully it’ll be the same for you. 🙂

Day 1

By some miracle of luck the four of us suffered a bright spark where we decided to take the Friday off (shows how much faith we had in the proposed chinthana holiday). This and probably the booking of the hotel were the only bits of planning we actually did prior to the trip. I was actually surprised that we even had booked rooms this early, and laughing to my self when most of the chaps didn’t get rooms. Little did I know they’d get the last laugh, when we ended up paying for an absolute shit hole.

Moving on… (obviously we’ll touch on it later)

The official ETD was 4pm Thursday, but being Sri Lankan we managed to leave our jolly houses at 6pm only. The drive was nice, not too crowded and didn’t see many Coppers on the road, thereby allowing me a fair bit of ripping. But, I must insist the driving was decent and less maniac’ish than Java would have you believe. Interestingly I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m much more a decent driver outstation than in Colombo. Probably attributed to the fact of over confidence and the general rat-race atmosphere that builds on you.

Minus a stop over for the guys to Pray in Kalutara and grab a dodgy Vegetable Rotti, we made it to Hikka by 8.30. Like many have mentioned it was kind of a surreal experience, the city was lighted up in a welcoming fashion. The answer to the question of where had all the coppers gone, was soon answered as they were on either side of the road making sure they cause as much inconvenience as possible. Luckily we had reserved a parking spot at our joint, so all we had to do was locate the joint, which wasn’t too difficult either.

Entering Hikka

Entering Hikka

The Wewala Beach Hotel. To simply put it.. the place sucks!! We paid through our teeth. 3500 bucks for a tripple, with no A/C and no food.

Wewala Beach Hotel

After realizing our room sucked, we headed out (making a mental note as to spend as little time as necessary in the room) to grab some dinner and check out the Drum Fest. Ambling on the roads with little cafes all dolled up in fairy lights gave us a hard choice. We finally decided to try out Francis, going by popularity as the place seemed crowded, so we obviously expected “Good food for Cheap price”. We soon realized that was as elusive as the Sexy room we were promised with sea view. Hikka was working the hippie colombians, as though they were tourists from out of town. Hmm. Being the curious bunch we had to find out what the sign was offering “Buy one Get one Free!”. Apparently it turns out to be.. Beer! The next bit was priceless, to see the waiters reaction when we order 2 beers and then turn back 3 of the glasses he brings, and sees me gulp down the 2 beers while my 3 muslim friends dig into their dinner. Thats what you get for going to a joint with 3 muslim guys. 🙂

Drum Fest… Man.. Elephant Foot has talent (that I have been missing out on for some reason). Not to mention Ravibandu. The beats were hitting the spot! Specially after downing two strong beers in quick succession. The crowd was nice, and not packed. The ratios were as even as they could get on an average night out, even in Colombo. Definitely the trend setter we thought. (Sadly we were fooled yet again). I remember jumping up and down wildly to the vibes and fueling my self with more beer. In the mean time my friends had tried some Herbs, and one of them had hit the moon on a direct flight! And was refusing to come down! This meant we had to keep a constant check on him, just in case he decides to so swimming on the moon. After partying till 5.30 in the morning, and our senses coming back to us, we decide to head back to the room and call it a night. morning.

Elephant Foot

Elephant Foot

Dancer from Colombo Uni

Portion of the Crowd

Portion of the Crowd

Day 2

Hitting the sack at 6.30am most of us were up by 8am, in dire need for that cup of tea, slice of bread or string hopper or whatever we call breakfast. Unfortunately the thorn among the roses, hence forth will be known as Mr. Grumpy or Grumpy for short refused to get up. Apparently his body doesn’t function without 5 hours of sleep. So the rest of us were stuck laying around the room bugging each other about their Girl Friends (which they refused to admit the existence). It was kind of a mini bonding session, if Guys are allowed to have those.

Entering Galle

Entering Galle

Finally Grumpy woke up, hungry as hell we decided to call upon our Friend the Peddler at his Inn, all the way in Galle. So off we go, and gorge our selves on Club Sandwiches and Vanilla milk shakes, fit for kings. Pics of meals weren’t posted (and taken to be on the safe side) as I ended up promising to buy HBC to those who were traumetized by the said post. I think I have repaid all my promises/debts. Haven’t I? Relatively full, and a bit knackered by the entire ordeal and lack of sleep we seemed to doze off to a distant land on the comfy sofas at the inn with the pictures of the match on the tele and sound of smooth jazz on the hi-fi. Aaahh the life!

Peddler Himself

Peddler Himself

Pedlars Inn

Pedlars Inn

Some time during that day we made a decision to make an effort to roam the Galle Fort and watch the match. By 3pm the food had been digested and our stomachs were grumbling for more. After seeking recomendations and pointers in our quest to find “Cheap food”, we were guided to what is known as the “Indian Hut” a popular hang out in galle not to be confused by it’s similarity to.. well you see for your self. We opted for Dum-biriyani, which was decent, but nothing spectacular, for the prices we paid. 😦

Indian Hut

Indian Hut

Unique Setup at the Hut

Unique Setup at the Hut

Tummies full, energized and the sun gone into hiding litereally (apparently it was supposed to be an elclipse of sorts) we decided to brave the fort and tour the ramparts and catch a glimpse of the match at the same time. 2 birds in 1 stone. Brilliant.

View of the Ground from the Galle Fort

View of the Ground from the Galle Fort

As you can see yours truly went on a clicking frenzy while the other two Z’s joined, Grumpy was his usual un-interested self, and opted to sit in one place and relax. Apparently thats what your supposed to be doing on holidays. Maybe the boy had some sense coz, after walking from one end to the other and back, it was fair to say we were knackered again. But the experience was all worth it. Even the money we spent on the Red Bulls, after driving in circles to locate the Cargills in Galle.

Beautiful sky

Beautiful sky

Flying the Flag High

Flying the Flag High

Speaking of the Gutter effect, she got me checking out Cows (now looks whose the mad one.. I hear you say). Apparently they’d gotten them plucked the just yesterday.

Stylish cow (Eyebrows plucked)

Stylish cow

Old barge

Old barge

Fascination with the Barge Continues

Fascination with the Barge Continues

Galle Light House

Galle Light House

Weathering Storm - Mousque

Weathering the Storm - Galle Mousque

The Rave, had kicked off and was fairly happening when we entered it, after washing and changing into our party out-fits. While there were more fellow and familiar colombians the beach boy population at the party had risen alarmingly which made me wonder whether those chaps at the gate were actually doing their job. The music was Trippy to say the least, and yours truly started gulping down to fit into the Trancy mood. Paul Mendez and Safri Duo absolutely rocked it for me.

Audience

Audience

Was re-united with my usual “Beba” set, and they seemed to be flying. 🙂 Recall joining them to start jumping up like the avg mad bugger whose high or the high bugger whose mad, either way. It was a blasst. Then they decided to bring out the Dancers, and man were the Hikka Boys being pulled to the stage like Mozzies to the UV light. Not to be left out, I manged to click a few shots of the Beauties shaking their assets. Unfortunately I cannot post the pics here, for fear of being banned by the PRC.

Fireworks

Fireworks

As both Z’s who were flying on Herbs all night, were realizing that pain in the pit of their stomach was for real. Apparently they had walked to one of the Rotti joints and managed to sit them selves, but been too high to manage an order. Hilarious I tell you. It was too late for the Roti joint and had kicked them out, only to land back at the Rave, buying out what seemed the last of the Egg Rotti’s at one of the stalls. IMO the most expensive meal (for value) on the trip so far. 70 bucks for an ordinary Egg Rotti. Half full and totally broke we crawl to our beds at some time in the morning (obviously too high to rem the time).

Since this is a long journey.. I thought you guys might want a break.. so lets continue this from the next post. Oh and to hell with the PRC. Here goes :

Glam Slam Dancer

Glam Slam Dancer

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16 Comments leave one →
  1. August 15, 2008 9:36 am

    woah great pics! looks like someone had a blast.. was in galle on sunday myself. paid a visit to the peddlars inn.. turns out the peddlar and me share the same name lol. dr was also a great little ‘library’ on the seaside belonging to an ex guitarist called Nalin who came back after some wild days in the US. he’s gonna convert it to an ‘organic cafe’ or so he tells me. hes got some super interior decor in that place. Missed that barge though.

  2. August 15, 2008 9:48 am

    u know how they say what u don’t know can’t hurt u ?? 😛 i have masterfully avoided all ppl and their non stop chatter about beach fest, avoiding pictures and everything , for the fear of turning green ( urgh, exams !! ) ..but this..this..this was too much !!!!

    🙂 glad u had fun though. really. the pedler himself is you??

  3. August 15, 2008 9:55 am

    ok. he is not.

  4. August 15, 2008 10:24 am

    hey i was in galle on sunday too… wtf?

    nice post.

  5. August 15, 2008 1:08 pm

    whoaaaa
    awesome post!!
    and hey, you’ve a great eye for photography..:)

  6. August 15, 2008 1:21 pm

    looks great bro!
    1 week to go!

  7. August 15, 2008 3:10 pm

    Nice pictures! Who’s the Peddler? He looks hot! 😉

  8. August 15, 2008 6:00 pm

    Awesome post Bro .. Happy for you that you had some fun, and a tad jealous too 😀

  9. gutterflower permalink
    August 15, 2008 10:59 pm

    1)Thats because thats a bull not a cow.
    Bulls don’t have lashes. 😛

    2)And people don’t pluck their lashes they pluck their eyebrows. Tee hee. 😀

    3)Thought that Peddler’s Inn was owned by a foreign chap. He was the main man and the one waiting on us, along with the guy in the pic, the last time I went.

    4) I like the flag pic.

    5) Thank you for not putting up pictures of the food. I don’t think I could have taken that on top of Darwin’s latest post. 🙂

  10. August 16, 2008 1:55 pm

    Whakster : Thanks mate.. as you can see/read.. I def had one hell of a blast! Oh that’s cool. Can I ask whether it’s the first name or last.. anyways it’s not important. 🙂

    Machang you got a location for the place? Would love to check it out the next time (which I don’t know will be when).

    MC : Aney sorry man. One of the main reasons I delayed this post, was not to get caught in all the clutter of the Hikka posts. Didn’t think it would affect you adversely. So now keep away from the continuation ok. (if you can) 😉

    Oh and ya, I’m obviously not the Peddler of the Inn per say, but did my own share of peddling on a Kenstar bike, I used to call “knight Rider” (as opposed to Street Hawk) 🙂

    Ahamed : Seriously? Well I was in Galle during the day time on all 3 days (Fri, Sat & Sun). I’m sure we would have bumped into each other at some point. Maybe @ Pedlars. Oh thanks man.

    LD : Aw thanks man. I just do the best I can with my trusty point and shoot. Maybe I owe my self an upgrade, but sadly no money. Maybe I’ll add that to the Wedding Registry 😉

    confab : Sooon man.. soon! Don’t forget the Apple & Limon!

    Scrump : The peddler is the guy who runs a cozy lil street cafe inside the galle fort called the “Pedlars Inn”. It has been blogged abt by PP, Dictator and Cerno. Oh and PP thought he was cute too, but changed her mind after seeing a few more pics. Hmm.

    Dili : Thanks bro.. How come you didn’t make the trip?

    gf :
    1 & 2) Bull; Cow, Lashes; Eyebrows all the same man…:-D Besides he was a very Metro sexual bull, so he ought to have had them, just that he didn’t on that day 😛

    3) Hmm, known the guy for ages and he’s always wanted to do this. I can’t recall a foreigner unless he has a partner that I don’t know abt. He’s got two foreigners renting out the a section of the place though.

    4) Thanks man. Guess whose in it?

    5) I too have a bone to pick with her. If she isn’t careful more HBC pics might start popping up.

    6) Anyways most importantly, glad this post got you to submerge your self a bit and let us know, you still haven’t gone cuckoo. Good luck with those papers!! 🙂

  11. santhoshi permalink
    August 16, 2008 9:29 pm

    Your galle pictures are really great and makes me miss galle :(…

  12. August 16, 2008 11:37 pm

    Ah great. So I DID actually run into you there. Phew.

  13. August 17, 2008 8:22 pm

    santhoshi : thanks for the compliments.. there are few more on my flickr stream, feel free to check them out.

    Spectral : Ha ha, indeed mate. We were dancing like crazy at one point.. 😛

  14. August 17, 2008 9:48 pm

    oh la la …staiilish cow/bull. My boy is somewhere in that throng. mm…kinda wishing i was there. but then again i know for a FACT i wouldnt like it. Retro carnival was my kinda scene 🙂

  15. August 18, 2008 4:48 pm

    Well it was along the seaside drive a few hundred yards before the turn off to peddlar’s street. its got white walls with an arch cut in.

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