After returning to Negombo after our lil escapade in Anuradhapura and Polonnaruwa, and after failing to complete the diving degree we aimed for, we still had a couple days left in Negombo before storming to new adventures. We ended up in this rather decent hostel on the opposing end of Negombo beach from our previous accommodation. It had one feature that was more than welcome...
It was once again time to move to another location, this time our goal was to spend the new year amidst the ruins of the ancient Singhalese capital of Anuradhapura. To get to Anuradhapura from Negombo we had to take a bus first to Kurunegala and change into A.pura bus there. But first we had to get to the bus station, where we got a helping hand from a tuktuk driver with a...
A brave new adventure begins: an underwater adventure, an adventure to fulfill lifelong dreams. Day 16 – Diving school, Day 1: Read the text book, watch related video, do some quizzes – this all takes you back to time you were in driving school over a decade ago. Are diving and driving related? Everything is being oversimplified so that even that dumbest idiot from...
Day 13 started with a relatively slow wakeup and a breakfast combining our own ingredients, something from the kitchen of our guesthouse and some magic (No, not that kind of magic, you deviant!) After wrapping up all our stuff, getting rid of all the lingering ailments and getting our minds ready for the inevitable battle ahead, we finally set of towards the station. All went...
After reloading our depleted batteries at the beach in Tangalle it was time to head to our chosen location for our celebration of the Holiest of All Consumer Holidays, Galle (for which there seems to be as many ways to pronounce it’s name as there are people living on this island.) Once again the circumstances forced us to rely on the help of your friendly neighborhood...
“Another thing that got forgotten was the fact that against all probability a sperm whale had suddenly been called into existence several miles above the surface of an alien planet.” The eighth day of our trip begun with yet another group of more or less upset gut flora (they were putting up illegal demonstrations and burning everything on their way, damn...
Day five and time to leave the chilly hill country behind and head to the corrupt core of the tourism industry in the country, Ella (Mmmm… corrupt *drools*) The road back begun with a small and insignificant (or so we thought) breakfast in the village center and a brief walk to the police station, from where the buses headed to the familiar route towards Hatton. At...
On the third day of Chris… fuck, no. Just, no… On our third day at Sri Lanka the road, railroad that is, took us from Colombo to Dalhousie via Hatton and two dozen of nobody-gives-a-shit-places. In Dalhousie we had one mission – to drag our fat arses to the top of the ever famous Adam’s Peak. Near 1000 meters of vertical climb along 7km path. Easier...
Colombo, or not Colombo – not a question at all I’m afraid. Well, we got here after a relatively easy set of flights and transfers at London Heathrow and at Mumbai. Heatherow got me startled with the idiots driving on the wrong side of the road, and at Mumbai’s otherwise cool and well functioning airport we were constantly harassed by this god awful elevator...