I ended my blog with a reference with one of my pet hates about travelling. Now, I am going to start my blog with another pet hate- my inability to fall asleep in a plane. I spent a torrid night trying to fall asleep with no success. Eventually we landed in Oman with yours truly being sorely sleep deprived. It was a very clean and sleek airport, I knew very little about Oman as a country expect that it is near to Dubai and that it is an Arabic country which can be seen with Arabic-like building and the fact the airport was in middle of a desert.

I had an interesting encounter with Oman bathrooms- the first cubicle I went in was very wet with water splashed everywhere. The second cubicle did not have any loo roll so I went back to the first one which I realised also do not have any loo rolls as well but I also worked out why the cubicle was so wet. There was a shower head which was normally used to 'flush' any waste down to the hole as this was an Eastern toilet however in absence of any loo rolls, an unlucky individual had to use the shower head to clean themselves……

Eventually, it was time to get on another plane for the last leg towards Sri Lanka- I was utter destroyed by then that I fell asleep easily this time around. The plane was unusually quiet and there were plenty of space to an extent where loads of passengers had a row to themselves and it became a bed of sorts for them where they were able to lie down on the row.

We arrived in Sri Lanka and hailed a taxi instead of taking the bus because we were shattered. It quickly became a good choice because it became dark very quickly and there was a bad traffic so being stuck in a bus in humid conditions with bulky bags will not be fun and we did not want to recreate the conditions that we travelled to Heathrow in. It also will be difficult to identify correct stops and to navigate at nightime.

I liked Colombo (which was capital of Sri Lanka)- it was an eccentric mix of giant traditional and modern districts. I will write about Colombo further when we revisit it later in the trip as we are treating Colombo as a starting point for our travels and we will return to Colombo en-route to our final stop. We eventually arrived at our hotel which was tucked away in an obscure alley. I then witnessed my first full conversation between two Sri Lankans which involved lot of wonderful cultural nodding- you will not understand it until you see it for yourself (unless if you are Sara ha)

Sara and I nipped out to McDonalds as we passed it on the route and we can't be bothered to find a restaurant late at night so we hailed a tuk-tuk which quickly became my favourite public transport. We left the meter rolling (it was that cheap) and collected our food. Sadly, on the return journey, my clothes was suitably decorated by majority of our cokes (I was holding the cup holder) due to the bumpy nature of the journey. I worked out that the meal costed us £1.50!

I retired to the shower only to be greeted by a boiler with exposed wires right next to the shower. That is Sri Lanka for you folks!