Hi Sam
Here is an article about my time in Weligama. It is specially for CJ who is from that beautiful town.
I am sure you remember it well too being from Matara.

Untitled-1 By Nihal D Amarasekara



Revisted after 20 years

 The year was 1962. Those were happy peaceful days in my youth. Political turmoil and economic perils were just appearing in the horizon. Personally, life was full of hard study. During the long University vacation  I decided to travel home armed with some reading material. I can still recall the large black canopy of the Fort Railway Station and the smell of steam and burning coal. There was soot everywhere. The trains hissed and puffed and screeched incessantly. The 3 hour journey was uneventful but for a talkative young Englishman seated in front who began a long conversation. He indulged lavishly in the vadeys and pineapples sold by the vendors at the Railway Stations along the way. The sight of the stilt-fishermen, with their unique style of fishing from a perch on a sturdy pole 20-50 meters out to sea remain still in my memory.



In 1962 my father was working for the Local Government in Weligama. My parents then lived on the outskirts of the town some distance away from the sea on the Akuressa Road. On either side were paddy fields, banana plantations and coconut trees. Across in the distance was the backdrop of purple mountains. Ours was a new house built on a hillside surrounded by tall jak, breadfruit and mango trees. It was an idyllic setting with a gravel path leading up to the house. At the edge of the property was a stream full of fish. At night the frogs made an awful racket. In the morning the dawn chorus was deafening.  During the day I walked in the garden and sat beneath the trees. Just a short walk downstream and I could see the village damsels frolicking and bathing in a muddy pool.

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In the warm afternoons I went out for a walk across the fields or through the forest. There were several hills, beautiful valleys and trickling streams.  Mealtimes there were the best in my memory. Every meal was a feast of mouth watering sea food with a pot of local curd and honey. The short walk to town was full of greetings from the friendly locals.  A retired Apothecary lived in a large mansion nearby. He was a quiet kindly man with a multitude of professional anecdotes. In the evenings we went to the old Rest House by the sea. It was beautifully located at the edge of the Weligama bay . The tall cylindrical columns of its long verandah and its architecture gave it a colonial feel. On many occasions I had sat on the rocks watching the waves roll in. It was very pretty at sunset to see the boats go out to sea and the shimmering lights appear across the bay in the far distance. Heaven and earth seem very near to each other.


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Off the beach is an extraordinary villa occupying a 2 acre island in Weligama Bay. It was built in the 1920s by the traveller and gardener Count de Mauny. The island was a  famous destination for many notables from different nations, including the novelist Paul Bowles. Its spectacular tropical gardens, and  octagonal-shaped house is breathtakingly beautiful. Its early colonial furnishings, large circular  verandahs make you step back into the 1930’s and is a travellers dream. Music from Noel Cowards “A Room with a view” wafts in the background giving it an “olde world” feel. The Count finally chose to live his eternal dream of peace and tranquillity close to nature ending his days in this paradise island. There was a busy main street of small shops and a fish market. The Railway Station was small and had a quaint grey picket fence typical of the old CGR. I still remember its Seth Thomas pendulum clock in the Station Masters Office. There was just the one doctor working in Private Practice – Dr Nugara, a kindly gentleman of immense grace and charm. He later left to settle in Australia. Sometimes we visited relatives in Kitulampitiya Galle and occasionally went to Matara to see the sights. After my vacation I said goodbye to my idyllic home to return to Colombo and a busy schedule of hard work.


I left Sri Lanka in 1974 to ‘make my fortune’ abroad. More exams and hard work filled my days and nights. Carving up a career took its time and toll. Years whizzed past and it wasn’t until 20 years later I returned to Weligama, the town that has haunted me since those days of my youth.

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I made the journey by car to save time. This was way before the Expressway from Colombo to Hambantota was planned.  The roads were narrow and busy and the vehicles had increased several fold. The result was mayhem with noise and pollution. Despite the busy traffic people, cattle and dogs cross the road in gay abandon. Weligama was unrecognisable. The popular landmarks had disappeared or covered and hidden behind newer and taller buildings. I found our former home with the greatest difficulty. The many tall trees that surrounded the house had gone perhaps ending up as furniture in a plush Colombo Hotel. The lovely gravel path to the house had become a muddy track left behind by lorries and bull dozers. The gushing waters of the stream was now a trickle without any life. Perhaps a casualty of intensive farming and the use of pesticides. Worse was yet to come. An old man seated on the steps of the house looked bemused but greeted us warmly. The property has been brought by developers and the house was allowed to decay. The front door creaked as it opened. My heart sank to see the long strands of cobwebs stretch from wall to wall. Wooden windows had perished and fallen away and the house was a haven for cockroaches and mice. In places the roof had caved in. The plaster had come off the rain soaked walls. Doom and desolation filled the air. As I moved from room to room I felt uneasy and claustrophobic remembering the life and the laughter and the happy times we have spent there. I spoke little and left the house heart broken to see my home in ruin and my memories shattered.



Many of the neighbours had died and their children moved away. The main street was packed with people and full of life. There were many tourists bartering and moving in and out of the numerous shops. The astrologers and palmists made a quick trade.  The colourful billboards and the buzz of the place absorbed my attention for a while. Rest of the town looked prosperous too. Many of the houses had Televisions, Radios and VCR’s. They were well maintained with lovely gardens and cars in the porch. The people certainly  looked more affluent and healthy. With industrialisation we are losing touch with mother earth and the rich harvest it brings. The tourists bring us the valuable dollars to keep our country afloat. They also litter the countryside with the products of their own artificial lives. There have been new additions to the Rest House which was not in keeping with its colonial past. Snorkelling and speed boating had stopped for the day. In the evening I sat on a rock by the Rest House watching the sea and the waves roll in, just as I had done all those years ago. I was wrapped in my own  thoughts thinking of my parents and their love. There were Coca Cola cans and  polythene bags rolling in the breeze on the baked golden sand. I left Weligama with mixed feelings. Sad that my past has been desecrated but happy to see prosperity has reached that beautiful town of my dreams. After all I cannot allow the dreams of my youth get in the way of progress.


In writing these notes I have tried to give my moods and thoughts as it occurred. To me the last 60 years have been one rich gift amidst some misfortune. It is politics, politicians and the people that would decide what this Century would bring for Weligama.

Many yesterdays of my youth lie buried in this beautiful country of my birth.



5 thoughts on ““Weligama””

  1. Thanks ND for the lovely account of Weligama. The memories I have of my birth place Kurunegala will fit the description you have of Weligama.

    Most of my schooling was at Richmond College , Galle. My father being a government servant got transferred from place to place. To stop the disruption of our schooling, the family stayed in Galle.

    When I visited Galle , it had changed for the better. Galle being a venue for test matches I saw the prosperity. The Galle fort however has remained the same quiet , picturesque citadel.

    Richmond college too had changed for the better. If anyone has not been to Richmond , I suggest that you visit the school on your next trip to Galle. It is one of the prettiest school campuses in Sri Lanka. The class rooms are strategically placed on Richmond Hill. Also please do not forget to visit the assembly hall. You will be able to see my name on some of the boards hung on the walls. Sorry guys I had to say it just in case you miss it.



    1. Nisantha
      Thank you for the comment. My father too went to Richmond College during the Principalship of Rev WJT Small. He always spoke warmly of the school on Richmond Hill. An old boy and my friend Ananda Dias- Jayasinghe has written much about the school. I worked in Kurunegala as an intern as well as an OPD Officer. I remember meeting your father when he arrived for treatment. Kurunegala now is unrecognisable and feel sad in a way to lose that peaceful town.


  2. Thank you Sam and Nihal ( I dont think I know you) – anyway you write very well !!
    I read with interest what you wrote – specially of the Count de Mauny Island .

    If I remember right , this place was a tourist hot spot . When the Tsunami of 2004 Dec hit the country , it was the resident bat colony in the island that first raised the alarm, with their screeching distress alarm calls, very early in the morning, long before the waves rolled onto Lanka . The Bats ‘heard ‘ the sonic waves of the earthquake way out in the East , early in the morning .
    Apparently , the tourists who were there were a bit cheesed off , being awakened so early in the morning .
    I am not sure what happened to those tourists- if they were able to get out in time or so .

    Another story — both my grandparents ( Notary Public ) settled in Matara, about 1912 or so, with their young wives .
    My Seeya ( Father’s father ) was the Notaris Ralahamy , JPP Seneviratne , who had an office on Matara Mahavidiya . That office was still there , even when I visited Matara in 2002 .
    Seeya and Achchi lived there for 50 years, along Elliot Road , next to the College , and my father , mother, and all their siblings were born and raised in Matara, and went to school at St Servatious College , and the RC Convent in Matara.
    Indeed, I too started school ( 1948 ) at Convent of Mary Immaculate Matara .
    Later my aunts and uncles attended on to St Aloysious College- Galle and Sacred Heart Convent – Galle .
    I still have family living in Galle and Matara .
    The Tsunami destroyed most of the old house – and was rebuilt and I visited the old place with the new owners, in 2006. — Much had changed – -but Memories were good !

    On one of those many trips to see family out there, once in 1992, I stopped by, to see and walk the beach, along Galled Rd, in front of Count du Mauny Island , as I was fascinated by this island !
    Oh my god — the beach was the ‘village public toilet ” …
    This was sad indeed .
    I never walked on any beach , along Galle Rd there after !- Other than the Tourist Hotel Beaches .

    Will I visit Galle- Matara again ? — Yes – perhaps if and when things get better in Lanka .
    Gotta Live in Hope .
    Thanks again for the Weligama Story .


    1. eagleD
      Thank you for the comment. I am pleased my story evoked many memories for you. Thank you for sharing them with us. My family too has had a long and enduring connection with Kithulampitiya and Galle. We still have relatives there with whom I am in contact. Weligama will remain in my memory forever more.


  3. Dear Sam
    Thank you for posting this on the Blog . I enjoyed reading it and it made me decide to visit Weligama on my next visit. We have taken for granted the beauties of Sri Lanka when we were living there.
    There are so many beautiful places in Sri Lanka that we have never visited . I am from Payagala but never had the opportunity to visit these places . Another place I hear is nice is Unawatuna I have never visited. May be some day even in October when Deepthie and I are hoping to meet .😀


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