Hello Sri Lanka!


Just around the corner from The Red mosque, or Jami Ul-Alfar Mosque as it’s also know as, was the coconut stand. They were orange King Coconuts and were bigger than any coconut I’ve held before; containing inside it easily two cans worth of much savoured coconut water. I sat down in the Tuk Tuk to save myself from the suns unmerciful rays while sipping away, enjoying my drink. I looked to my right only to see that the driver had gulped his coconut down in a flash and so I rushed to finish my drink quicker.

Hello Sri Lanka!


Last nights shawarma didn’t do me any favours and I woke up at 7:30AM after a restless night. Yet somehow I was still feeling refreshed, probably because of the excitement of finally exploring the city. It was time to make up for last night’s laziness and I was ready to get revenge on myself but first- it was time for breakfast. The energy to be used that morning would be fuelled by brown toast, chips and sausages.

Hello Sri Lanka!


My trip began when I had to drag myself away from the TV which was playing Manchester United’s FA cup final game against Crystal Palace. It was around the 60th minute and with the score still at 0-0 there was no telling who would win but alas, Sri Lanka called me and the plane wasn’t gonna wait for me either so I said my goodbyes and left home a little nervously. It was my first trip away from home without any adult supervision (apparently I was an adult now, who knew?) and couldn’t have been better timed.