It was finally that time to make the end journey to the final destination of Galle. From Tangalle Mishee and I caught a tuk tuk along the old road, rather than the newer highway that takes have the time. The reason being highways are boring, and using the old road we could stop off at…

Rewarding myself for making it the 7 hours on the train from Kandy, I ditched the originally planned bus ride and splashed out for a taxi from Ella to Tissamaharama (Tissa). It took about 2 hours and honestly I was warming to the idea of paying for a relatively cheap air conditioned taxi instead of…

Hailing the mini van in Dambulla and jumping aboard, it was quickly obvious this was not the same as the last van I caught. It was packed, all the auxiliary seating was deployed and at first I didn’t think I even had a seat. Mishee was on a mini ironing board fold out middle seat,…

I was immediately suspicious of the “Lodge” that I had booked for Sigiriya, when I saw that the reviews all ended in 2017, and not a single review for 2018 was listed. Despite this I still went ahead and clicked the Book button and made my way to the bus station. The ride to Dambulla…

I had mentally putting of visiting the Scared City of Anuradhapura. Something in me knew I was leading up for some kind of disappointment. In my head I was imagining either a large archaeological park like at the Angkor Wat, Cambodia. Or temples strewn across town were you can get your Indiana Jones on, like…

Another early start after booking the 6:10am ticket instead of the 9:30am, I climbed into reserved seating 2nd class and immediately found the seats far more comfy than the 1st class to Jaffna. Not sure how that works, but overall it was a better experience. Food sellers came by regularly, the carriage doors were left…

A 5:30am start with one of the hotel staff as my tuk-tuk driver (who incidentally slept in his tuk-tuk waiting for me!), we made great time to Colombo Fort Station despite him driving like a actual sane person in the dark and rain. This went counter to what I was expecting as there wasn’t much…

After arriving at Bangkok airport for a 4 hour layover, one shocking revelation struck me to the core about the flight – there had been no crying babies. The last few flights I’ve have were non-stop hyena babies screaming, but this flight was blessed by the ancient Greek god of aeroplanes, Ares. I had flown…