Sea
shells on the sea shore!
Lankika de Livera discovers the
colourful beauty of Baththalangunduwa one of the few inhabited islands
off Puttalam and Mannar
In the sea to the west of Puttalam and Mannar lies a string of islands,
about 13 in number. They are in the Dutch and Portugal bays. Some
are inhabited and the others not, being completely wild. Our trip
was to the thirteenth island of Baththalangunduwa.
To
go to this island, one can hire a fishing boat for about Rs. 4,000,
but this is negotiable. The other alternative is to go by ferry,
which costs just Rs. 100 a person, but takes three hours. The fishing
boats do the journey in about one and a half hours, but permission
has to be got from the nearby Navy base, which we did. Fishing boats
(motor boats) are available on the public jetty at Kalpitiya.
We
started our journey from Kalpitiya on a bright and sunny day. The
sparkling blue waters looked beautiful as our boat bounced up and
down on the dancing waters. The sea spray and sometimes gushes of
water gave us little showers, so we had to immediately close up
our cameras and keep them safely inside their cases.
From
the time we cruised out through the Dutch Bay, each island we passed
looked green and inviting, so picturesque in the blue waters. To
our east was the deep green of the Wilpattu National Park, also
mysterious and alluring.
We were riding the waves and the morning sun beat strongly down
on us, making us glad of our hats. As we cruised along at great
speed at times I felt as though I was in an aircraft speeding with
the wind. At times the boat slap-banged on the surface of the water
and the turbulence and vibrations that came with it were exhilarating.
It gave one a tremendous sense of wild joy, freedom and exciting
adventure which cannot be described fully in words, but has to be
experienced.
We
passed the islands of Mattathivu, Nandativu, Palmbativu, Iramathivu,
Salliyan Pillai, Sinna archchi, Periya arachchi, Ippanthivu, Uchchamuniya,
Wella, Palliyawatte, Sinna Gunduwa and finally reached Baththalangunduwa.
Baththalangunduwa is a 38 km journey by sea, 20 nautical miles from
the shore. Fishermen’s huts were visible, little makeshift
dwellings of cadjan, used by the fisherfolk whose main business
on the island is to make dried fish.
pparently
the fishermen are wealthy and some even have mansions in Puttalam
and Negombo. As we walked through the little island we saw reed
mats spread out in the sun with heaps of fish on them for drying.
There is a little church on Baththalangunduwa, a school with just
two classes and the Sri Lanka Navy has their post here too.
But
the loveliest discovery we made as we stepped out from the boat
was the abundance of sea shells of different colours, shapes and
sizes on the shore. Huge conch shells were just rolling around in
the waves by the shore. There were beautifully coloured star fish
galore lying in the shallow waters.
Piles of dead star fish caught in the fishing nets were thrown into
heaps from place to place. It seemed such a waste of these beautiful
creatures.
A
little boy who told me his name was Saliya was washing some fish
to be dried and happily posed for a photograph, but the moment I
asked him whether he did not go to school, he slunk away. Apparently,
the inhabitants of this island only live here during certain periods.
When it is “Warakan” – when the seas are rough
and fishing is difficult, they go back to their homes on the mainland
and return when it is the fishing season.
Twelve-year-old
Saliya reminded me of my school days when we were told stories about
children being abducted and taken to “wadiyas” to dry
fish, never to be heard of again. If a child were to be brought
to this island, there is no way he could escape. But Saliya was
a child of a fisherman no doubt and probably would have never gone
to school.
The
island which is around four acres in extent mainly has coconut palms
and the vegetation that grows on sandy soil. There is no fresh water
and we were glad of our precious drinking water as we had our picnic
lunch and relaxed.
After
lunch we got back into our boat and adventurously decided to go
near the fringes of Kudiramalai Point in the Wilpattu National Park.
From the sea, Kadirmalai Point looked picturesque, but the waters
between the island of Baththalangunduwa and Kudiramalai were very
choppy. Our boat was bobbing up and down, because we were really
more out in the open seas in the Gulf of Mannar.
Though
our proposed journey to the “Bar reef” (home to many
corals and fish to the west of Baththalangunduwa in the Gulf of
Mannar) had to be cancelled due to rough waters and wind conditions,
nothing could take away the thrill of adventure and the sight of
the star fish at Baththalangunduwa.
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