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’s in progress.
I left the meditation centre at Yala Last Friday and since then the memory has blossomed.
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
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 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.
Kandy’s botanical gardens: an oasis of beautifully tended flora