After a five-hour, traffic clogged, butt and back pain inducing bus ride to Matara, I needed something to lift my spirits. And what do I see when I get of the bus? A kade with a man cooking up fresh hoppers. YES. Utsha and I went to see if there would be any chicken or fish curry to accompany them. We were greeted by the cutest eight(ish)-year-old boy who took our order, seated us, and then proceeded to show off his Michael Jackson dance moves. I love this country.
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