All things must pass.
Trip Start Jan 14, 2009
21Trip End Mar 25, 2009
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Where I stayed
Surfing Beach Guest house.
From time to time while out in the world in exotic places, I find myself pining for a proper pizza, a good hunk of american prime rib, and/or especially a good beer. One of the major topics around tables is sometimes about this syndrome. Cheese is high on the list of things people fantasize about, good wine or beer, perhaps, or some other food that is not done or done poorly in the place where the particular crew resides for the moment.
We have had quite a good time here in Hikkaduwa, excellent company, and great conversation. I will miss my mates at surfing beach, also the coffee that Ama serves (best on this whole island), and of course the rotty (roti) and "kotturotti" in the evenings.
Life is tough. I have to go from one beach to another. No complaints here, it is just the two days of flights I have to endure to get there.
A couple of old friends of mine from Boston are actually in Arambol enjoying the sun and awaiting my arrival, so it should be a fairly soft landing, in any case. From there it is on to Pushkar, and Nomad will be there from the bullet Wallas, so a brother in Rajastan will make some difference as well. Then back to Delhi for some days, take care of my business with Sunny Motors for my new enfield engine to be shipped, and back to London to the clouds and rain and best of all the embrace of my beloved.
Ah, getting a bit sentimental once again, but all life is constantly changing, sometimes noticeable, sometimes more subtle, and on the eve of a transition from one place to another--whether an inner transition or travel to another place--one can take the opportunity to reflect and contemplate. We all know where we have been, but where we are going remains to be revealed in time. Best just to know where you are, I think, and let the rest be what it was or will be. It is only when we pay too much attention to what was, or what is not yet that we run into problems. The Now is the only gift we can truly enjoy, the moment, which flies like a tiny swift bird when we stop to observe. . .
Sri Lanka is now in my heart, much like India with which I was so enamored before. Perhaps it is here I shall return to on my next holiday, but with almost a year of world travel in the last three and a half years, I may be wanting to stay closer to home next year. Of course, that is not yet, and if I have learned anything in life, it is that things can change from one day to the next, one minute to the next.
And so I close the chapter on Sri Lanka for the moment, but stick around--there's more adventure in India coming right up! This little "time out" has refreshed me, and I do think I'm ready once again to face the chaos of India again. Maybe with a slightly better mindset this next time round.