Sri Lanka I
Sri Lanka moves at its own rhythm — temples glowing with incense, trains winding through emerald hills, and coastlines where life feels both ancient and immediate.
April / 2025
Walking the Palm Paths
The day began under the palms, paths cutting through gardens that opened toward the sea. The air smelled of salt and heat, the ground patterned by shadows. Walking there felt like stepping into something endless — each tree a marker, each step slower than the last.
Jungle Stays
A short ride led us into the jungle, where paths narrowed and the world thickened. The railway traced its way through valleys, bridges suspended over endless green. Standing there, mist rising from the canopy, you felt both exposed and protected — a visitor in a place older than memory. The jungle spoke in layers: in roots coiled around stone, in waterfalls echoing through the trees, in silence that held its own gravity.
Bridges and Hills
Further inland, the palms gave way to hills. Trains traced their way through the valleys, bridges suspended over forests that stretched without end. Standing above it all, the air cool with mist, you felt small against the sweep of green — as if every path and every rail line led deeper into something untamed.
Sri Lanka is a place that stays with you — not for its speed, but for its pauses. Walking under palms, sitting still in shaded cafés, leaning into the silence of the hills — each moment stretched, unhurried, leaving an echo you carry long after you’ve gone.
