We started in the more isolated and unspoiled north, where we worked for about a week in a resort: it felt like living in the local reality for a few days, and that to me was priceless.


We then began to tour, visiting what Sri Lanka has to offer tourists.

We stopped in the South, a favorite destination for surfers and digital nomads, where we dined on the beach just a stone's throw from the sea; we traveled to Ella and the Hill Country, stopping to savor typical Ceylon Tea; we took a 7-hour train ride along with the Sinhalese to reach Kandy, and now we are at the foot of a huge rock that stands out in the middle of the plains.


We met wonderful people to share our experiences with: Elahe, an Iranian influencer who is always smiling; Ray, a kitesurfing phenomenon; two nice taxi drivers who even bought us food; and a Tamil family who, on the station platform, wanted at all costs to take pictures with us.


We almost stroked a monkey, showered in the company of geckos and frogs, sampled almost every local spice (and had the hair removed from my legs with a cream made from vegetable milk and turmeric), and burned our tongues from feeding each other rotti and kottu (don't ask me what they are because I don't know).


I saw a sunset behind the back of a giant Buddha's head and befriended a nice policeman who, instead of giving me a ticket because I forgot my mask, insisted that I stand at the intersection with him and chat.

We will probably go back home and try to call a tuktuk to go home and answer "Ayubowan" to whoever greets us.


As has often happened to me recently, visiting a place that is not among the top choices on the wishlist surprised me and exceeded my expectations.

Therein also lies the beauty of adventure travel.