I realized we were outside of Galle already when the scenery shifted to azure seas and unending white sands. I resisted telling my guide Sandrew to pull over on the side of the road so I could combat the strong waves battering the shore. I saw a couple of surfers high-five each other from afar, and after another kilometer, a Sri Lankan couple gazing at the beautiful formation of whitecaps caught my attention. The wind was incessant, attached with a yawning effect on me—on any other day, I would prefer to just doze off while listening to the thunderous rolling of the waves. But unfortunately, not this day.