To be honest, our time in Arugam Bay was pretty uneventful. That’s not to say we didn’t have a good time or meet some awesome new people, but we just spent most of our time lounging on the beach and sharing laughs with our friends from the hostel.
I mentioned in a previous post that the public transport in Sri Lanka is dirt cheap. This is still very true, but I never said it was fast. The direct trip from Batticaloa to Arugam Bay is roughly 115km. It would take you just under two hours by car. It took us a total of four hours and meant having to change buses twice, so three buses in total. Needless to say we were very happy when we finally arrived.
Arugam Bay is a very well-known and popular surfer town. Think Byron Bay but with more curries and rotti. Surfers flock from all over the world to take on the waves at main beach or near by Elephant Rock, Whiskey Point or Peanut Farm. The great number of surf spots means that there will pretty much always be somewhere with good breaks.
We arrived at our cabana-style hostel, dropped our bags, then headed straight to main beach, which was literally only metres away. After some sun and a swim, we took a walk down the main strip.
It very much reminded me of an Australian surfer town. Shops selling thongs, tie die shirts, surfboards and accessories, as well as plenty of dreadlocks. Sure, it was very western-orientated and full of foreigners, but it still had a nice, relaxed vibe.
Once we got back to our hostel we took some time to figure out what we wanted to do while there. Apart from Panama down south, which we weren’t overly fussed about visiting, there wasn’t much else we wanted to do. We both decided that we’d spend our time just relaxing at the beach like most visitors do.
In the early hours of the next morning I got woken up by a bright light and Anita in a fright. As our cabana wasn’t fully enclosed, a frog had made it’s way in and dropped on Anita’s pillow right next to her head. It wasn’t the most intimidating night-visitor we’ve had during our travels so I just scooped him up and took him back outside.
Only an hour or so later, we woke ourselves back up for a morning swim, then headed back to the hostel for breakfast. It was there that we met the other guests, all from various countries but mainly European. After some quality chat, we returned to the beach for a day of relaxation, and after an evening beer with our new friends, put our heads to rest. After all, our bus to Tangalle was leaving at 6.30am the next day.