Taj Samudra Colombo
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A local photographer, Mark Forbes, has done intensive research on the history of Colombo and its architecture. Several years ago he started offering walks through the city, showcasing its beautiful buildings and showing photos of how they looked originally. We spend time with Mark this morning, walking through the bustling marketplace called Pettah …
Jet lag means waking up at 3am and not being able to go back to sleep. I stay in bed until 5am, and then get up and read until breakfast. I have a meeting with my Sri Lanka travel partners, and we organize plans for the welcome festivities. The management has given us a beautiful private room for our five-course dinner tonight.
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It is hard to prepare yourself in advance for the toll on your body from non-stop travel for about 36 hours. I thought I'd arrive rested as I booked a business class ticket on Lufthansa, but then I took advantage of an offer of 1,500 Euros for voluntarily downgrading from business to premium economy for the long flight from Frankfurt to Chennai, …
... bus designed for about 20 people so we could really spread out. The tour guide, Upali and the driver, Hector, met us just off the gangway. The first day we were going well inland from Colombo to Pinnawela, site of the Elephant Orphanage, and then to Kandy, the capital under the last king. Though not very far from Colombo (about 100 km), the drive was estimated to take about 3 hours because of traffic and construction. Luckily our guide was able to fill the time ...
... I haven’t been aware of British Leyland for years, but here is the Leyland emblem sitting proudly on the radiator and steering wheel, transporting me back to seventies Britain, to journeys on buses just like this; filthy billowing diesel fumes, narrow seats, greasy headrests. I remember how it feels to be six years old; wrapped in a duffle-coat, clutching my mother’s hand and a packet of Spangles, perpetual sense of bewilderment and snotty nose. I look with ...