I rode the old blue train through Sri Lanka’s hill country, passing waterfalls and tea fields wrapped in mist. It felt like gliding through a living postcard.
On a quiet night in Rekawa, I watched a giant sea turtle crawl from the waves to lay her eggs under the stars. It felt like witnessing an ancient secret.
Woke up before dawn in Ella and hiked up Little Adam’s Peak. Watching the sun spill gold across the valleys was like stepping into a dream I never wanted to end.