One of the things I learned in Goa was that no one owns the beach. There are a lot of beach resorts there but they don't own the beach and cannot fence off their own private portion. I noticed the same thing in Colombo as I took a long walk along the beach.
There is a certain calm in all the turmoil of the waves and I could feel it as I walked barefoot on the sand.
The place where the two great elements meet, a border, a no-man's land full of people - all kinds of people. From the foreign holiday-making family to the father and son fishing on the beach for a living, they were all there.
The best part was of course when the huge rain clouds came in off the sea trying to obscure the setting sun. Beautiful.