Fresh Milk

I have been in Sri Lanka for a week now and have already seen so much. This country has such a vivid culture, each day continually brings new levels to the experience...I just wished it hadnt taken 14 hours to get here from Heathrow. Though, it is on the flight i had my first encounter with how friendly the people of Sri Lanka really are. I was surrounded by several Sri Lankan women, all of whom had emmigrated to Canada. I thought they all knew each other the way they were talking but I soon found out they had just met. I also discovered I'm rapidly becoming like my grandfather in being able to talk to complete strangers. The lady next to me (whos name i have forgotten) happily talked me through the Sri Lankan history, giving me all her words of wisdom. When stopped in Male, another, named Anoma Samaranayake said I reminded her of her son, and for that reason she must look after me, so, she offered me her two condos to stay in. One in the hills, and the other on the beach. Thank you very much, i will happily take your condos of your hands for a while. :-) All of the women had moved to Canada for a number of reasons, education being one of them as there arent many places in Sri Lanka, another is because of the war, which has hopefully now ended. All said they wanted to eventually move back to Sri Lanka, and this seems to be a common feeling amongst many who have moved away. It is a passionately patriotic country, which is aware of its flaws yet still loyal.


Though Ishara and I had spent some time together in London, we knew nothing about one another, and yet she was still willing to let me stay in her home, welcome me into her families life as well as her own and show me the real Sri Lanka. Along with her boyfriend Warna, Ishara picked me up from the airport. They were delayed because upon entry to the airport, every vechile is checked. Security measures are still high all over the capital despite the recent news regarding the end of the civil war.

They took me Warna's home where I would be staying for the next three weeks. This is certainly a luxury which i will not be getting for the rest of the trip and so I am very thankfull. Warna then took Ishara and I for dinner on Negombo beach. We talked, drunk, and ate whilst watching the sunset.

I was curious as to whether arranged marriages still occured in Sri Lanka, and it seems it is very much a dying trend and seems to go hand in hand with the development in womens independence. Ishara is Sri Lankan though born and living in London. She is extremely independant in regards to any culture and for that reason is often looked and starred at in the same way as I in for being a foreigner. Warna's mother, Elizabeth is also very independent: owning her own properties, running her own business and partnering another hugely successful business with her husband. She has her name printed across her shop, in London, this is nothing special, but in Sri Lanka this is a huge statment and says a lot about Elizabeth's character. She is standing her ground as a women, providing for her family whilst still abiding to many of the Sri Lankan cultures. Women are still expected to cover their shoulders and legs, though are allowed their stomach to be on show.

On Wednesday and Thursday the church opposite, which projects mass through speakers on the street at 5AM (NICE), is holding a festival, so all of the properties in that area have to decorate their fronts. Members of the church parade around 3miles from 3pm till 8pm, with the parade growing as people join, ending back at the church. By this time, the parade was huge, it was dark and raining (which only added to the drama of the night) and the neon lights blurred through the street, highlighting the crowds.

The night was so lively. The buzz was electrifying. There were little food, toy and jewellery stalls. The music and singing was beautiful. I really cant describe how beautiful the whole night was. And when we returned home it was even better. Warna's parents came back for drinks which then led on to Uncle Ilex1 telling ghost stories. So Ishara and I being the fine artist we are, grabbed our cameras and filmed! :-)

The next day we woke at 5am, and headed to the Elephant Orphanage. This was the main purpose for my trip to Sri Lanka, in memory of my Aunt Rachel. It was a spectacular sight to see so many of the huge animal all at one time. Feeding time was hilarious, with hundreads of elephants all fighting to get to the food first. They were then all walked down, across the road to the river for bath time. Here, it seemed the elephants had tripled. They stretched as far down the river as we could see.

Some grouped and travelled across to the other side, whilst some lay low and rested. The baby elephants were washed by the bigger and some just stood on the side being fed by tourists.

The orphanage is one of Sri Lankas most popular tourist attractions and for that reason many smaller 'tourist' buisness' had resided here. One, was a 'spices garden' where they used plants, trees, flowers and seed to produce 'natural remedies' for headaches, back papin etc. We checked it out and at the end they gave examples of how the products worked. I was happy to recieve a massage and facial! :-)

Near to the orphanage is Sri Lankas 2nd biggest city and former capital Kandy, Home to the Temple of the Tooth, head temple of the Bhuddist religion. Its is a calm, equisit building holding the tooth of the founder of the religion.

Bhuddism promotes the moto 'live and let live'. It is very similar to that of hinduism but promotes zero violence, even when one has done bad to you. The buddhist flag consists of five colours each representing a different factor: Blue: Universal Compasion, Yellow: Avoiding Extremes, Red: Dignity and Achievement, White: Purity, Orange: Purity. The religion also believes in Karma.


In 2004 Sri Lanka was hit by a devastating tsunami. We visited the site which was worst hit and the re-development is great. I was fortunate to meet a gentleman who lost his entire family. His house was completely wiped away. In its place he has now built a turtle sanctuary he breeds and nurses turtles. Turtle eggs are very popular amongst local people for food, so every day, he goes to the local dealer and buys all of the eggs, hatches them and then returns them to the sea. Out of a 1000 babies, only 2 or 3 will ever survive.

Galle, is an old fort which was built by the dutch to defend against the British, though proved pointless because the Dutch handed over the land without much of a fight. It is now home to the a set of daredevils who think it is fun to jump into a part of the sea which is surrounded by rocks, if they get the angle wrong, THEY WILL DIE! It cost me 500 ruppes to get this guy to do it for me. So, this guy was happy to risk his life for £2.50!!! He jumped from three different points and each time climbed up the next rock, he was literally like a monkey.