Missed cricket matches, Shiva’s mango, the spice connection – An ode to Sri Lankan cooking

If a Sri Lankan friend sacrifices a cricket match for an afternoon of cooking, you can be certain that he is a friend for life. So, when Nishan invited (and I might have pestered) me to his home to cook with Shashi and their Ammi (mother) that afternoon, I couldn’t refuse. Traditional are the toolsContinue reading “Missed cricket matches, Shiva’s mango, the spice connection – An ode to Sri Lankan cooking”

Tuk tuk drivers, aunties and monks – An intro into Sri Lankan culture

If Lewis Hamilton was placed beside a tuk tuk on the roads of Sri Lanka, it is not difficult to comprehend that the not so famous “uncle” on his tuk tuk will be the definite winner with a smug on his face. Sri Lankan drivers have a certain trait passed down by generations or perhapsContinue reading “Tuk tuk drivers, aunties and monks – An intro into Sri Lankan culture”

The 0555 train to Ella

Monks. Chanting in the background; dawn falls upon Colombo.The fruit stall vendor. Having been there all night, surrenders to a good bargain on his oranges.Colombo fort train station. A quiet bustle of activity. Locals and tourists yawning to their early morning decisions.Train to Ella. Proclaiming it’s arrival, fresh and ready to take on the rushingContinue reading “The 0555 train to Ella”