The view of the jetty from atop Puttalam’s abandoned lighthouse.
Picturesque Lake Shore Street runs along Puttalam’s lagoon. It’s a long, narrow and quiet street, with very little traffic. It runs from near the main round-about in town all the way down one of Sri Lanka’s (only?) wind farms.
I went for a few strolls here during my stay, meeting some very friendly, talkative and opinionated locals. Despite many Sri Lankan’s being able to speak basic English, conversations rarely go beyond the ‘your name?’, 'what country?’ and 'what do you think about Sri Lanka?’ questions; the latter is practically rhetorical, asked by locals eager to hear some positive feedback on their country, may it be sincere or not. However, when off the tourist trail, Sri Lankan’s seem much more willing to speak about their government and the hardships they face on a daily basis.
Fishermen check their nets for holes before heading out for the evening.
The lagoon is saline or brackish depending on places. Locals don’t swim or wash in it, although it is used for fishing.
This was taken inside a small library right on the shore of the lagoon. There were a few English books, mostly by L. Ron Hubbard. Just what Sri Lanka needs: another religion.
Fishermen row out, pictured through the frame of a jungle gym.
There are a couple of Mosques along Lake Shore street. There is a large Muslim community in Puttalam, quite a few of whom came from Mannar during the war.
Looking west across the lagoon from Puttalam, one can see Kalpitiya, a 20km strip of beach land (actually 14 islands) that runs parallel to the coast.
These colourfully-painted doors along the lagoon’s shore are used as store rooms for fishing equipment.
Two boys sit under the umbrage of trees and watch two fishermen cast their net in the lagoon.