Feb 21, 2013
Jan 02, 2014
Sri Lanka airport! Lovely until I got to passport control. TIP! Never fill out a visa when tired and heavy eyed. Ended up paying the price for one wrong digit entered in my passport number. One of the officers who clearly had this huge chip on his shoulder, decided to detain me with a stern interrogation. Asking me questions ten times each and, shouting the odds that cama in the form of a post colonial rant and was also adamant that I was a Nigerian fraudster come to run amuck in his country. Now I know I don’t exactly sound Downton Abbey like but last time I checked; I’m sure that my accent was pretty English enough. After an hour of wrangling’s, he finally conceded that I was an honest John and decide to rectify my visa issue, which took five minutes and is something that he could have quickly done in the first place. Originally they wanted to charge me 30US Dollars again but on principle I would have probably turned back. Have to say that was one of the most intimidating airport immigration encounters I’ve ever had. Still I came away clean and could now exit what in the beginning seemed a lovely modern oasis of airline joy but was now a symbol of passport oppression.
Got to my hotel and of course I was too early for check in. So a couch in the guest communal area was to be my sleeping quarters for the night. After all the going on’s in India, I really wasn’t complaining.
Although it's all an adventure; I wasn’t really in the mood for the epic journey I was going to have to undergo today. It was Sri Lanka time! Which consisted of a five and a half hour journey from Varkala to Anumagli, a one hour twenty five minute flight from Kochi, and then to wrap it all up, a four hour airport sit out for my late night flight to Colombo, which would be an hour. Resulting in a 2am arrival. Still this is what travelling is all about and I was currently all about travelling, so let’s do this! The train ride went smoothly and I struck up a rather nice conversation with an Indian journalist that shared my AC2 carriage. Then a delightfully helpful young man got of with me and shared a taxi to the airport as he was going that way, also paying for it too. All in all I have to say I so far was most impressed! Why is it though every time I fly Spicejet, I feel the need to tightly grip a set of Rosary beads, seeking divine intervention, although I’m not Catholic? I mean where do these guys take their pilot exams? Online?! Still, prayer must have worked as I made it to Chennai safe and sound. Both Kochi and Chennai airport are relatively modern and to be around it all after where I’ve spent the last couple of weeks was quite refreshing actually. Ended up meeting a rather cool wind systems engineer from Barcelona in the airport food court. Our experiences were exchanged over an Aloo Gobi and pizza and he was so nice, he even footed the bill. Going through security got chatting to a fellow Brit from Gloucester called Hannah who like myself looked like a severe kip was drastically needed. Chatting away we suggested travel ideas on how to tackle getting around Sri Lanka. In the end it was decided that if planned correctly a possible meet up could be worked out, so again it was the exchange of details.