Travel diary pt 10: Pissu suddha in Berlin
Last night we went out to a Sri Lankan restaurant in Berlin. We met the owner, Dilshan, and had a good laugh with him. We ordered wade, pol roti, pol sambol and seeni sambol for starters – with some papadam and Lion lager of course. It would’ve been enough but since proper Sri Lankan food is a rarity in Europe we also ordered the main courses. By the time my excellent beef kotthu arrived I was stuffed already and I had hard time shoving it in. But it was soooo good. For a little while I traveled back in time to my second home country. So, if you’re ever in Berlin make sure you go to restaurant Sigiriya (Grünbergerstr. 66) and tell Dilshan greetings from the Pissu Suddha (crazy white guy). 
Although it’s nothing compared to a real monsoon, it’s raining now. It’s good because the lawns and fields have been scorched by the sun and now nature gets its life force back. In a metaphorical way I can relate to that: this weekend in Berlin is my time to re-charge batteries before embarking on my journey down south.
I would love to hook up with some other hitch-hikers who are also traveling towards Portugal, yet it seems that I’m a bit ahead of schedule. But I don’t want to rush. Slow equals quality. I could have already gone all the way to France with a pleasant Czech truck driver but this voyage isn’t about the destination; it’s about the journey. Although I get to live in the moment, now I have something to look forward to even after the Hitchgathering. I’m going to visit a squat in Lisbon and more importantly there is a chance that in September I might re-connect with someone I really care for…
