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Around Sri Lanka | Day 04 | Motorbike Road Trip | Jaffna - Trincomalee

The fourth day began with the sea. At Dambakolapatuna, we let the morning waves wash away the fatigue of the journey so far. The water was calm, the air crisp—another reminder that this ride wasn’t just about the road, but the moments in between. Jaffna’s roads stretched ahead—straight, open, untouched. Lagoons shimmered under the rising sun as we rode, carving a path through a land rich with history. The destination was Nallur Kandaswamy Kovil, a sacred place, a moment for reflection. At Nallur, we stepped off the bikes and into something timeless. The echoes of prayers, the scent of burning incense, the energy of devotion—it was a place of peace, a place to gather strength for the miles ahead. A blessing for the road. With spirits lifted, we rode towards Keerimalai. The road followed the coastline, tracing the northernmost edge of Sri Lanka. The sea was always near, guiding us forward, pushing us towards the unknown. At Kankesanthurai Beach, the road met the ocean once again. Fishing boats lined the shore, the salty air filled our lungs, and for a moment, time slowed. But the road called, and so we answered. We stopped at Sakkotai Cape, where the land felt like it was holding onto the edge of the world. Then, we reached Point Pedro—the very tip of Sri Lanka. Standing there, with the ocean stretching infinitely ahead, it felt like we had reached the end of something. But in truth, the journey was only halfway done. Leaving the northernmost point, we turned onto the A9. The ocean faded behind us, replaced by bush forests. The air became warmer, the road more isolated. Villages appeared, paddy fields stretched wide, and once again, the landscape reshaped itself around us. On the A35 towards Mullaitivu, history stood beside us—the Monument of Victory, a symbol of a past that shaped this land. Then came Vadduvakal Bridge, standing over calm waters, a contrast between the echoes of the past and the silence of the present. The sun began to sink as we reached Nayaru Lagoon. The sky burned in shades of orange, the water held its reflection perfectly. A moment of stillness, a moment to breathe. But time was against us—Trincomalee was still far, and night had already begun to take over. With full tanks and empty roads ahead, the night run began. Through dense jungle, narrow gravel paths, potholes hidden in the shadows—we pushed forward. No streetlights, no signs of life. Just the sound of engines and the glow of our headlights carving a path through the darkness." The road became our enemy—rough gravel, unseen holes, and a silence that felt endless. Every kilometer felt longer than the last. It wasn’t just about riding anymore—it was about enduring. And then, after 250 kilometers, after endless stretches of darkness, we saw the lights of Trincomalee. The city welcomed us like a beacon after a storm. We had made it. Tired, worn out, but undefeated. Day 04 was done. But the road wasn’t finished with us yet.