All that there is in Kalkudah are two beaches (a rough one the locals keep away from because they can't swim) and a protected bay that is shallow and calm and full of locals.....oh and a town full of incredibly friendly and happy people that get a thrill out of you just saying hello as you ride by or throwing in a sneaky half head wobble.
The beaches are set perhaps 4-5 km from the bustling little town centre on the main highway with the limited accommodation options set either right near the beach or a few kilometres inland. We opted for one about 2km away which provided complimentary bikes with dodgy peddles, crank, chain, brake cable and brakes. The wheels were round and it had a seat.....kicking goals.
Kalkudah is cheap as chips. R.1,500 for a nice double, excellent home cooked food (order in advance), tasty little surprise snacks during the day (cutlets and rice flour cake) peace and quiet.
There is little to do during the heat of the day this time of year (the thermometer in the bus hit 38 degrees). I would consider hiring a scooter a making a trip up north to the countless kilometres of untouched coastline without a tourist in sight and claiming a beach of your own for the day.
And definitely head into town and wander around the daily market. The people are really welcoming and just want to have a chat. I don't think many white fellas visit.
A nice couple of days spent here doing.....nothing :)
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| Where I belong.... |
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| Buffalo curd and kittul (palm honey) |
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| Ripping it up Kalkudah style |
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| Face paint anyone? |
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| I was informed that this was all Sri Lankan grown rice....until I pointed out the hundreds of bags to the left which said "Indian". The bags on the right are Sri Lankan. |
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| One handsome smile |
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| Dave thinking about the next delivery after being cut in half by a spitting fast ball. |
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