Arriving in Colombo I was greeted by the insane humidity as I left the airport to find some transport. I tried to find a bus which wasnt running at that time so ended up getting a taxi which was $10 as opposed to 0.75c on the bus. It was one of those moments where I would have paid anything to get to the hostel, change out my jeans and shower.
But back to the flight- The first flight had been 8 hours long and I was super exhausted. I had met a Canadian guy in Kuala Lumpur Airport who was flying to New Zealand and we bonded when I asked him to watch my bags and my curry noodle soup (I had been given no food for the whole flight) which I so excitedly ordered, when I overheard an annoucment which i thought was last call for my flight- I was wrong. It gave us both a laugh and after we finished our noodles, we headed for the bar, as most travellers do, and made use of happy hour until i had to leave to board my flight- pretty tipsy indeed. The second flight was spent completely knocked out and three hours seemed to fly by- literally. Sleepy and slightly hungover, I had arrived to Sri Lanka- country 68.
Anyway.....As i was saying,
the friendly and calm local man drove me to the city within half an hour and circled around to find my hostel. I was surprised when I got to my hostel the 'city rest fort' right by the train station, and was greeted with bellboys taking my bags, fresh cold towels and fresh juice on arrival. They even agreed to let me leave my backpack there until I returned at the end of my trip. Winner!
I showered, headed to bed and slept for a full 8 hours until morning when I woke up, repacked my smaller bag for the trip, got ready and had some free fresh breaky! I stored my bag and headed off to the train station! I was heading to my next stop of Galle the fort city.
But back to the flight- The first flight had been 8 hours long and I was super exhausted. I had met a Canadian guy in Kuala Lumpur Airport who was flying to New Zealand and we bonded when I asked him to watch my bags and my curry noodle soup (I had been given no food for the whole flight) which I so excitedly ordered, when I overheard an annoucment which i thought was last call for my flight- I was wrong. It gave us both a laugh and after we finished our noodles, we headed for the bar, as most travellers do, and made use of happy hour until i had to leave to board my flight- pretty tipsy indeed. The second flight was spent completely knocked out and three hours seemed to fly by- literally. Sleepy and slightly hungover, I had arrived to Sri Lanka- country 68.
Anyway.....As i was saying,
the friendly and calm local man drove me to the city within half an hour and circled around to find my hostel. I was surprised when I got to my hostel the 'city rest fort' right by the train station, and was greeted with bellboys taking my bags, fresh cold towels and fresh juice on arrival. They even agreed to let me leave my backpack there until I returned at the end of my trip. Winner!
I showered, headed to bed and slept for a full 8 hours until morning when I woke up, repacked my smaller bag for the trip, got ready and had some free fresh breaky! I stored my bag and headed off to the train station! I was heading to my next stop of Galle the fort city.
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