Serendib
Back before it was Ceylon, Sri Lanka used to be called Serendib, which is where the modern word serendipity has its origin. I learned that courtesy of Serendib Magazine on our flight from London to Colombo. I had lots of room to read it, too, since the flight was about 2/3 empty. I actually stretched out across four seats and took a nap, fully reclined, in economy class. I hope I have the same degree of luxury on the flight back!
Even though we're still technically on day 1, our trip has been pretty interesting so far. We were stopped at 2 military checkpoints on our way from the airport to the hotel (and passed by half a dozen more already busy with interrogations), but luckily for us our Canadian origin and a friendly smile were all we needed to get waved on. It seems like they're still doing their best to keep the country tourist-friendly in spite of all that's going on here.
Our hotel is very nicely appointed, with air conditioning (which helps fight off the insane heat and humidity) and high-speed internet. It's a nice place to rest and retreat from the noise and chaos of the rest of smoggy Colombo, where the principal form of communication appears to be the car horn.
We're moving on to Matara in 2 days to meet with our university partners there. Until then, I will continue my hunt for a cricket bat. Wish me luck!
Even though we're still technically on day 1, our trip has been pretty interesting so far. We were stopped at 2 military checkpoints on our way from the airport to the hotel (and passed by half a dozen more already busy with interrogations), but luckily for us our Canadian origin and a friendly smile were all we needed to get waved on. It seems like they're still doing their best to keep the country tourist-friendly in spite of all that's going on here.
Our hotel is very nicely appointed, with air conditioning (which helps fight off the insane heat and humidity) and high-speed internet. It's a nice place to rest and retreat from the noise and chaos of the rest of smoggy Colombo, where the principal form of communication appears to be the car horn.
We're moving on to Matara in 2 days to meet with our university partners there. Until then, I will continue my hunt for a cricket bat. Wish me luck!
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