On the way to Arugam Bay we passed beautiful fields of paddy (rice fields). Ramzi was reminded of his childhood as we drove by a little neighborhood market. He would go with his grandfather and watch as the store owner made cones out of newspaper to hold the groceries. We passed a sugar cane factory and saw rows of trucks lining the street with their cut sugar canes waiting to be delivered to the factory. We stopped at a town bakery for lunch and ate fresh bread stuffed with meat and fish.
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