We woke early this morning, 3:30am exactly, to be able to catch the train from Kandy to Ambalangoda, where the turtle conservation project is based. The 5 of us woke, myself, a Canadian, 2 Kiwi girls and one Chinese girl, all packed up and set off for Kandy train station at 4am. We arrived in the dark, paid for our tickets, found our train on platform 3, hauled our luggage onboard and onto the overhead baggage stores and got ourselves comfortable for the long journey ahead.
After an 11 hour flight, I eventually arrived in Colombo, Sri Lanka at 4:30am on 20th October. I walked out of the gates, cleared immigration, picked up my backpack and surfboard straight into my first taste of Sri Lanka.
I was greeted by a driver from the volunteer programme which I’ve never had before but was actually really quite reassuring. We stepped out of the airport and into the early morning darkness. The smell hits you instantaneously, that warm, humid tropical smell that you never get the chance to experience in England. The smell of the incense, the jasmine, the rain that has just fallen immediately pulls you out of that post-flight daze. Then comes the sound of the traffic, even at this time in the morning the roads are busy, tuk tuks swerving by, honking away, weaving skilfully in and out of the path of buses and people.