C'est moi

I’ve been wanting to go there for years now, thanks to the LTTE wipe out (for LTTE supporters, no offense but I am saying this purely in context of my plans for the trip) my Lanka dream was finally coming true. Tickets-check, bookings-check, numbers-check, shopping list-check … really bad co-passengers-was I supposed to check for this? I couldn’t wait to get off that Indian airlines flight not only because I was excited about Sri Lanka but because I wanted to be done with the smell of beer, sounds of my burping seatmate(I don’t know if that’s a word), and the sight of the same red-eyed seatmate staring at me. Nevertheless, I got off the flight and as friends, & fellow couchsurfers had briefed me the visa officials in Lanka actually smile at you and are friendly just like all the other people in the airport and the country itself. I headed straight to Kandy from the Colombo airport. I had a really sweet cab driver, Kumara, who could barely speak English be my tour guide while we d