My uncle needed an boat (long story) so we got in a car and headed to the coast. Got too rough to drive so we got in the back of a pickup truck. Walked through fields of tobacco and radishes and onions. It’s not a verdant land, naturally, but they’ve irrigated it and things grow. Ended up on the beach in the white hot sun, but it’s a dry heat, not as sweaty as Colombo. The animals are all hiding in the shade, in boxes, under rice bags, inside the thatched hut. Find a dog in a box, kittens pitched near the tent pole. The men are bringing in the catch, mostly little fish it seems.
On the way out they’re having breakfast so we ask for a plate to try. It’s literally fish, salt, pepper and chillie boiled up and poured over red rice. For lunch they allow themselves pol (coconut) and it’s actually quite the catalyst. The fish are pretty small and bony, but the meal feels fresh and good for you. A lotta bones in the fish though.
At least spare my family…