it’s my favourite place. i get more stressed than i’m going to that place to get more relief. near to birth place
Not far north along the Bentota River is the wide and magnificent entrance to the sea, where the rock tops, black cliffs stand, there is a temple above, and the river runs into the sea. Our boat, folded on the other side, crosses the low bridge bottom, upstream, the mangroves on the water. At first, I would see some hotels on the shore one after another, and the more inward, the more dense the mangroves, and only occasionally ran into a water store, selling some drinks, plus small fish massages. Further inside, the scene will become increasingly strange, the mangrove forest developed roots, because of the lower water level, many exposed in the air, like the tree demon in the magic world of the West, but also like countless huge brooms, standing in the air. Huge crocodiles, lurking in the water of low branches on the shores of the wetlands, do not move, as experienced best hunters, waiting for the best moment of attack. And the hidden boat in the forest, there are elderly people with young crocodiles to treat guests, just born young crocodiles, lazy without any aggression, and super cute, it has become the best toy to attract children and girls. Back to the wide main road, a huge connected green plant into the eye, far away, like a herd of elephants playing, if natural formation, can be called ghostly work. The main river turned a corner, and several coconut trees were stretched out into the river, green and red tiles, which were the location of another resort. The unique canoe in Ceylon was like a lone canoe, and another smaller boat was fixed on the right side, just for balance. There are natural mangrove water passages in the river, which pass through both ends of the river, and the boats are in it, and there is no feeling of willow and flowers.
it’s my favourite place. i get more stressed than i’m going to that place to get more relief. near to birth place
Not far north along the Bentota River is the wide and magnificent entrance to the sea, where the rock tops, black cliffs stand, there is a temple above, and the river runs into the sea. Our boat, folded on the other side, crosses the low bridge bottom, upstream, the mangroves on the water. At first, I would see some hotels on the shore one after another, and the more inward, the more dense the mangroves, and only occasionally ran into a water store, selling some drinks, plus small fish massages. Further inside, the scene will become increasingly strange, the mangrove forest developed roots, because of the lower water level, many exposed in the air, like the tree demon in the magic world of the West, but also like countless huge brooms, standing in the air. Huge crocodiles, lurking in the water of low branches on the shores of the wetlands, do not move, as experienced best hunters, waiting for the best moment of attack. And the hidden boat in the forest, there are elderly people with young crocodiles to treat guests, just born young crocodiles, lazy without any aggression, and super cute, it has become the best toy to attract children and girls. Back to the wide main road, a huge connected green plant into the eye, far away, like a herd of elephants playing, if natural formation, can be called ghostly work. The main river turned a corner, and several coconut trees were stretched out into the river, green and red tiles, which were the location of another resort. The unique canoe in Ceylon was like a lone canoe, and another smaller boat was fixed on the right side, just for balance. There are natural mangrove water passages in the river, which pass through both ends of the river, and the boats are in it, and there is no feeling of willow and flowers.