There’s nothing like being back home to quickly dull the experience of having been away. Now, that which was vivid and immediate only a week ago, is rapidly being overwritten by more ingrained memories and perceptions from 25 years of living in the same small town. It feels like a robbery in progress.
I left the meditation centre at Yala Last Friday and since then the memory has grown and blossomed in my mind.
I’d always planned to find a yoga and meditation retreat this trip, so I was disappointed when the place I’d chosen in the UK said they were full.
A few pleasant days spent out the saddle as a lone, languid, tea drinking guest.
Now’s a good time to reflect on the year ahead, decide what’s important, set a course, and get carried away by the banging party bus on the beach
All is not well in Eden.
It’s easy to lose track of days on the road, and the reasons for deciding to go here or there, so not quite sure what brought me here to Ella, but it’s tea country.
This year will be memorable for sharing Sriyani’s kitchen and learning something about Sri Lankan cuisine, that plus a vegan curry cooked over an open fire, and no alcohol 😦
Here plants and wildlife are next level.
Though it might sound obvious, Kandy’s botanical garden is an oasis of beautifully tended flora
Anyway, when the daylight started to go and I realised the inadequacy of the headlight, it was time to find a bed, but just like Mary and Joseph there wasn’t one
The match was fun, especially given the enthusiasm supporters brought to their interpretive dance.
Early morning swim
Q. Have you ever wondered just how a 1.5Kg mammal with 1.5m wingspan flies?
A. Very gracefully
As a child I always loved the part in western movies where the gunslinger goes into the gun shop to chose his weapon – gotta get the kit right.
Something about boys 