Welcome to Sri Lanka
The motorway from the airport towards Colombo seems to have been very shiny and new, as I drifted in and out of sleep in the back of the cab I opened my eyes at one stage and for the briefest of moments I thought that I was back in Dublin wizzing along the M50. It’s an odd sensation to be half a world from home and for a motorway to remind you of your daily commute.
The breakfast in the “home stay” this morning dispelled any notion that Sri Lanka was going to be anything like home. We had paratha, curds, toast eggs and a selection of fruits that is pretty unlikely to end up on the breakfast table at home. I had my first ever glass of wood apple juice and I think it instantly cured my jet lag.
The rest of the day was spent seeing a small bit of the city,visting my friends parents and enjoying the most amazing home cooked meal.
Spending a bit of time in Nivetha’s old stomping ground was wonderful. To see the swings and concrete slide that she used to play on as a little girl was lovely and to listen to her fathers story of the time the ocean massively receded and then returned only to flow down the street outside their home was scary and fascinating. The tsunami in 2004 had touched the lives of so many in Sri Lanka it had never occurred to me how close to home this was for my friend and her family.
A mini photo walk, naps and a trip to the green cabin restaurant (I’m eating a lot) rounded out the day.