My plans for Sri Lanka were pretty flexible when I arrived, my itinerary was an open slate in fact, I didn’t even have a flight out booked yet. Everyone I met asked me what I was going to do and where I’d be going, but I wasn’t quite sure. The one thing I did know though is that I’d be visiting Ella, a city I heard a lot about and after seeing various pictures, knew that I’d have to visit. After a facing Colombo, walking the walls of Galle Fort and almost getting stuck in Mirissa it was time for me to head north.
No trip to Asia would be complete without a tale of the tuk tuk drivers, would it? Synonymous with the region, these individuals are friendly yet cunning, helpful but coy, and goddamn are they persistent. My first interaction was in Bali, roughly four and a half years ago and at the time they drove me insane, fast forward a few years to Cambodia where I was once again combating their calls, but somehow grew to have an understanding of their ploys. It seems things have come full circle though, as they do, and I’m back in the Bali state of mind, “Why won’t they just leave me alone!?”
Although I was generally unprepared for my trip to Sri Lanka, as in I kind of just showed up and assumed I’d figure it all out as I went along, I managed to pull things together quickly. I fell into a habit of reading travel blogs pertaining to my plans a day or two before I actually executed them. This came in handy, as the blogs were recently written and therefore more up to date than most travel books. After giving Colombo a fighting chance, passing a day and a half between the parks, museums and chaotic bizarre I was ready to head south.
To be quite honest I have no idea where my desire to travel to this country originated, but it festered and grew for nearly 3 years. In a sense it's a cleaner, safer, smaller India and having always had that country on my radar it seemed like the perfect test drive.