It’s the end of our trip. Two weeks gone nearly instantaneously. We’re all a bit tired, and the heat and humidity is wearing. Personalities clash a bit as we all show signs of fatigue. The ride to Galle, an upmarket, fortress-village is quite. Once we arrive we find a burger restaurant, desperate to avoid any more rice. We spend the afternoon wandering the Dutch-colonial town in a bit of a heat-stupor. We later watched a sunset with moods lifting as heat dissipated.