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Wednesday, January 7, 2026

Mirissa (Sri Lanka) - Where Time Melts into Waves and Sunset Hues

Mirissa (Sri Lanka)

04 January - 07 January 2026

Nestled on the southern coast of Sri Lanka, Mirissa is a charming seaside town that has become a favourite for travellers seeking a mix of relaxation and adventure. Famous for its crescent-shaped beach, golden sands, and turquoise waters, Mirissa offers an idyllic escape from bustling city life. The palm-fringed shoreline is perfect for sunbathing, swimming, or simply soaking in the gentle ocean breeze while enjoying the laid-back island atmosphere.

When I was doing my discovery on the South-West coast of Sri Lanka I came across a myriad of places that tourists waxed-lyrical about, the likes of Hikkaduwa, Unawatuna, Dalawella, Welligama, Hiriketya, Dickwella, Tangalle…and I’m sure large number of others that remain unmentioned here but could easily make a list of well-known and well-loved beachside towns. This appeared to have it all, a well known viewing spot, cute beachside bars and beachside accommodation, some stunning beaches with accompanying sunsets – basically the stereotypical idea of what life on perpetual ‘island time’ should look like and feel like.

Mirissa Beach Hotel - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

Mirissa Beach Hotel - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

Mirissa Beach Hotel - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

Mirissa Beach - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

Mirissa Beach Hotel - sunset - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

Driving time from Galle to Mirissa was only 45 mins, and we had booked our stay as the beautiful Beach Mirissa Hotel. With views out onto the Indian Ocean, the perpetual soundtrack  in our room was the crashing of waves, the rustling of palm fronds in the warm breeze, and the hidden sound bites of happy visitors floating along breezes that found its way onto our terrace

This was another moment in time that I had intentionally set aside as an extended pause—a rare space unbound by schedules or the pressure of back-to-back, time-consuming activities. It existed purely for the vibe, to breathe, observe, and absorb. In that stillness, I began to understand why so many people consider this part of the world truly special: not because of its landmarks or destinations, but because of the way it invites you to slow down, to notice the subtle rhythms and quiet magic that so often go unnoticed in the rush of everyday life.

Mirissa - Sri Lanka 

Mirissa Beach - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

Mirissa Beach - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

Mirissa Beach - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

Sunrise and sunset in Mirissa were nothing short of inspiring, transforming the sky into a living canvas of vibrant oranges, pinks, and golds. Each moment felt fleeting yet eternal, as the light danced across the water and reflected off the shoreline, casting a serene glow over the village. There was a sense of calm and wonder in watching day break and fade, a reminder of the effortless beauty that exists in the world when you take the time to pause and truly see it.

We whiled away several evenings at our local beach bar, toes buried in the warm sand, chairs nestled just at the water’s edge. Aiden’s laughter rang out across the shore as he darted in and out of the gentle surf, each burst of joy punctuating the rhythmic crash of the waves.

Beyond the beach, Mirissa is renowned as one of the best locations in the world for whale watching – which on this occasion we didn’t partake in, and for those who prefer staying on land, the town is dotted with cozy cafes, beach bars, and seafood restaurants serving fresh catches daily, ranging from succulent prawns to spicy Sri Lankan curries. We did one great place above the well-known vantage point of coconut tree hill, and when I actually find the name of the place I’ll certainly post it here.

Coconut Tree Hill - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

Coconut Tree Hill - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

Coconut Tree Hill - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

Coconut Tree Hill - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

We did venture out of Mirissa for a short period of time and took a tuk-tuk to nearby Welligama, but were not at all impressed by what we saw. The Mirissa style atmosphere and vibe in Welligama was truly lacking, and personally I was very thankful that we did park ourselves on this beach for the four days that we’d set ourselves for experience this part of the world.


Wonderful breakfast at Mirissa Beach Hotel - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

Sunset - Mirissa Beach - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

Mirissa Beach - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

Sunset - Mirissa Beach - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

Near Coconut Tree Hill - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

Coconut Tree Hill in the background - Mirissa - Sri Lanka

As the days drifted by in a haze of golden light, salty air, and the endless soundtrack of waves, Mirissa felt like a little island bubble where time stretched and worries faded. Every sunset, every barefoot stroll along the crescent beach, every burst of Aiden’s laughter became part of the rhythm of the place, a gentle reminder that sometimes the best adventures are the ones that let you simply be. But as magical as this stretch of southern coast was, the road was calling us onward—next stop: the wild, untamed beauty of Yala National Park, where elephants and leopards roam, followed by the misty hilltop town of Ella, perched above tea plantations and rolling valleys, promising a whole new palette of sights, smells, and experiences. Mirissa had set the mood, and now it was time to see what the rest of Sri Lanka had in store.

 


Sunday, January 4, 2026

Galle (Sri Lanka) - the hook-turn of Sri Lanka

Galle (Sri Lanka)

03 - 04 January 2026

Have you ever caught yourself doing that thing where you're not quite sure how to pronounce a name or place, so when you say it to a local, you add a slight accent? As if that little flourish somehow lends the pronunciation the credibility it needs? Case in point, Galle, Sri Lanka.

For many years, in the irregular whispers of conversations I encountered regarding travel to Sri Lanka, the “Pearl of the Indian Ocean,” the city of Galle inevitably came up—and, by extension, the correct way to pronounce its name. To me, this always carried the same sense of mystery and exaggerated lore as the infamous hook-turns of Melbourne. I vividly remember, in my early teenage years, a friend returning from a trip to Victoria’s capital, describing this mythical manoeuvre: a turn so peculiar that your vehicle supposedly had to pause, perpendicular to oncoming traffic, before completing the corrective turn, recommencing on its happy path.

Now that I reside in Melbourne, I know that those hook-turns have some merit in their construct and only appear in a handful of locations in the CBD. In my mind, however, those turns were Melbourne traffic convention, so much so that the first time I drove the suburban streets of Melbourne, I nearly hook-turned myself into ‘Scheisterdom’. There’s a lesson somewhere in there, I’m sure of that.

Exiting customs and entering the full hall of Colombo International Airport, with its taxi services, hotel booths, mobile phone providers, and currency exchangers, I had it in my mind to check first-time rates for a vehicle transfer to Galle. I call it a ‘first-time’ rate because the initial quote exists only as a mental price anchor by which all subsequent quotes are evaluated. Accepting a ‘first-time’ rate is an absolute outlier scenario, where you are either driven by the emotions of desperation and/or frustration, or your initial research was so far off the mark that the quote given was just too good an offer to refuse—at least within your own little world of transactional successes.

Villa White Queen Resort & Spa - Galle - Sri Lanka

The lovely terrace directly outside our room - Villa White Queen Resort & Spa - Galle - Sri Lanka

Mind you, this entry has nothing to do with transactional wins, but everything to do with the pronunciation of Galle. In the first instance that we made it known that we wanted to go to ‘G-awl’—our pronunciation—we were immediately corrected and advised it was to be pronounced ‘G-allay.’

Huh, what’s that now? What are you saying exactly—‘galette,’ as in ‘gal-ET’? We’re not going to a French patisserie; we want to travel down the coastline.

Response: “Yes sir, ‘gal-ET.’”

Now, I didn’t want to tell this local how to suck eggs, but I have never, ever heard Galle pronounced that way. Not even close. And here’s the trap: in those random instances where you encounter someone giving what you believe to be credible information, who are you to dispute its veracity? I mean, it’s a local offering local advice. I have to assume it’s accurate.

And so it was, ‘gal-ET,’ for at least several attempts whilst in Colombo and prior to making our way down by train. But do you know what? Not another person that we mentioned this to pronounced it that way. We had different versions of ‘G-ul,’ ‘G-al,’ and even the Aussie version of ‘G-awl,’ but nothing even close to ‘gal-ET.’ My friends, I honestly believe that we were well and truly ‘Scheistered’ in our first few minutes in Sri Lanka.

Galle Fort - Galle - Sri Lanka

Galle Fort - Galle - Sri Lanka

Galle Fort - Galle - Sri Lanka

We stayed at a wonderful place in Galle, the Villa White Queen Resort & Spa, only a few minutes’ tuk-tuk ride from Galle Central Station. An oasis of calm and tranquillity, within a city that for the most part was also very gentle in nature. We had a lovely large loft-style room that overlooked the gardens of the resort, which fronted onto a colonial-style terrace—perfect for afternoon and evening drinks.

Galle is, of course, famous for the fort that was originally established by the Portuguese in the late 16th century, and then extensively fortified by the Dutch in the 17th century, serving as a key trading post for spices and acting as a strategic stronghold on the southern coast of Sri Lanka. To me, it was always the intriguing backdrop to any tests played between Australia and Sri Lanka at the Galle International Stadium. Whether watching some part of a day’s play or catching the highlights, the weathered walls of the fort always stood proud and tall—providing a great vantage point to watch the game, if you chose not to purchase a ticket.

For the one afternoon that we had available, we discovered that the town within the fort is a patchwork of spice-scented cafés, hidden courtyards, and sun-bleached walls, where history and modern life collide in vivid colour. Vehicles, cyclists, and pedestrians thread lines through its narrow lanes past boutique shops and faded murals, with the faint echo of old trade and laughter lingering at every corner. Of course, there are places similar to this around the world—Cartagena in Colombia, Split in Croatia, and others—each with their own story, vibe, and feel. Galle comfortably sits within that group: intriguing and captivating.

The Lighthouse at Galle Fort - Galle - Sri Lanka

Galle Fort - Galle - Sri Lanka

Galle Fort - Galle - Sri Lanka

We spent some time walking the fortress walls, enjoying the sea breeze and taking in the moment. There are times like this during travel when you allow yourself to slow down and be in the moment. This was one of those times.

Later in the afternoon, we managed to find ourselves a pick-up game of cricket on the walls of the fort, overlooking the Galle International Stadium. To me, this ended up being a real highlight—a memory I’ll carry with me for a long time. Playing cricket with some locals, with the sun setting for the afternoon and its golden rays draping across the fort walls, turning the centuries-old stone a rich amber colour, I felt both blessed and fortunate to watch my son fall more and more in love with a game I grew up loving. His excitement and enthusiasm were infectious, making that hour or so on the walls ever more memorable.

Galle International Cricket Ground - Galle Fort - Galle - Sri Lanka

A great memory, playing cricket at Galle Fort - Galle - Sri Lanka

Anura's Restaurant - Galle Fort - Galle - Sri Lanka

Anura's Restaurant - Galle Fort - Galle - Sri Lanka

That evening, we walked back into the small town and had dinner at a café. However you wish to call this place—G-awl, G-ull, G-all, or even ‘gal-ET’—it has an interesting history and very kind, generous people, making it a real gem. I now know that perhaps our one day in Galle was shorter than we should have dedicated, but all that means is that we’ll be placing it on our ‘must return’ list.


Saturday, January 3, 2026

Colombo (Sri Lanka) - First sights, first international wickets

 Colombo (Sri Lanka)

02-03 January 2026

Travel-wise, the past few months have been unexpectedly eventful, with two new countries having been added to my ‘visited list’, South Korea mid-year and now Sri Lanka. There’s always that thrilling tension  when stepping into a country for the first time, there’s the excitement of discovery, the quiet apprehension of the unknown and the understanding that the promise of something new is in every single thing you are about to experience.  The moment you exit the aircraft cabin and commence walking the airbridge to the terminal, your senses are heightened, and you start absorbing everything. What do my surrounds look like? What do I feel, what’s the temperature? What are the actions of the airport staff telling me about this place? Passport control and the customer entry procedure are your first real indicators of the general approach that you can expect. For example, have you ever gone through passport control in a major US city? It’s hands down the most unwelcoming, arrogant & aggressive introduction that I’ve experienced in all my travels. Just plain horrible. It just oozes US supremacy – and for that they can go and f*** themselves!!! Sri Lanka was nothing like that. It was simple, easy and relatively warm – which is about as much as you can expect from border control.

This is taken at about 3:30am on 02 January - it has that cyberpunk dystopian feel - it's not an epic photo but I love it for the type of environment is projects - Traders Hotel - KLCC - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

HRC KLIA - Kuala Lumpur International Airport - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

HRC KLIA - Kuala Lumpur International Airport - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

Pre-flight ritual - HRC KLIA - Kuala Lumpur International Airport - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

My little traveller - Kuala Lumpur International Airport - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

Kuala Lumpur International Airport - Kuala Lumpur - Malaysia

Bandaranaike International Airport (CMB) is about 35kms outside of the city centre, and about 45 mins by car if you’re taking the Colombo-Kutanayake expressway, and about all I can say about the drive is that it serves a purpose. There’s nothing eye catching or appealing about the drive – with the moment of arrival into the Colombo city centre itself, as equally as underwhelming. With that said, this part didn’t disappoint me. I research enough before travelling to know what to expect, and all reports had indicated that even though Colombo serves as the primary gateway to the country, you’ll get a lot of value out of not dedicating too much time to its discovery. Sorry Colombo, that’s just the word on the street, you can blame ‘Google Reviews’ for that outlook.

Entering the city itself, I got irregular vibes of what I anticipated this part of the world to be like. There were moments of mad traffic, typical hustle and bustle, dishevelled buildings, chaotic human movement…but it was only in pockets, and only minor to what I anticipate India to be like. Interestingly for me, I just sat back and observed, without passing any sort of judgment, or likening the location to someplace else I’ve been.

Whilst Colombo was just a port of transition, we did stay at a particularly nice hotel overlooking the Indian Ocean, Marino Beach Colombo.

Marino Beach Hotel - Colombo - Sri Lanka

Marino Beach Hotel - Colombo - Sri Lanka

Marino Beach Hotel - Colombo - Sri Lanka

Marino Beach Hotel - Colombo - Sri Lanka

From the moment we arrived, Inga and I were struck by their customer service. It wasn’t just friendly - it was effusively warm, genuinely appreciative, and endlessly welcoming, the kind of attention that could fill a dozen pages of adjectives. Every interaction felt carefully attentive; for me, the politeness was almost deferential, teetering on the edge of obsequious, yet somehow still charming in its intensity. What were happy to find however is that this type of interaction is typically Sri Lankan. Perhaps not to this level of intensity but certainly the trait of warmth, friendliness and appreciation permeated through the very fabric of their society.

The highlight of Marino Beach was of course their rooftop infinity pool. With views up and down the coastline, and a pool edge that seemed to meld into the vastness of ocean, relaxing here on our first afternoon was just the way that we wanted to commence the 2nd leg of our holiday – which on reflection, initially didn’t have a long Sri Lanka component to it. Originally the idea was to fly from Malaysia straight to the Maldives but somehow the idea morphed when we realised that high-season in the Maldives could be defeated by adding some time in Sri Lanka – and hence a travel itinerary was born.

For the remainder of the afternoon the incessant demands of Aiden wanting to pick up a ‘scratch game of cricket’ somewhere, is what kept us occupied. Of course we had promised him that Sri Lanka was a land filled with cricket enthusiasts and that he could easily pick up random games of cricket just by walking along the beach. Somehow within his mind I’m certain that he developed the idea that I already had developed a pre-planned itinerary of when and where this ‘random games’ would be available, and so our duty has decent, obliging parents meant that we needed to support his desire and prove our initial assertions….and ultimately we did, at the Dehiwala Mountlavania playground. Set across the road from the Marino Beach lounge (which in truth was the adults’ s destination for the evening), we were lucky enough to pick-up a game with some locals that were kind enough to let Aiden and myself join in. And let me just add, Aiden had a blast.

…and now, to add the exclamation mark on this moment


Aiden batting at the Dehiwala Mountlavania stadium (playground) - Colombo - Sri Lanka

In delivery mode - Aiden bowling to Sri Lankan opener Nimal at the Dehiwala Mountlavania stadium playground 😊

Now really, I think this was Aiden's first international wicket - Nimal, LBW ...for sure, but you know, Nimals' dad was hesitant to give it - Dehiwala Mountlavania playground - Colombo - Sri Lanka

I am proud to say that Aiden Elisher claimed his first international wicket on the dusty, difficult pitch of the Dehiwala Mountlavania playground - Colombo, late on day 1 on the 2nd of January, 2026. A beautiful delivery that clean bowled Nimal (surname unknown), who was 2 yrs Aidens’ senior.  A very proud moment for Aiden’s family (especially his Dad), and a now a much-cherished memory of our short stay in Colombo.

The next day we were already exiting the capital. A lovely stay at the Marino Beach hotel and the briefest of introductions to Colombo were quickly set aside by a short-trip from our hotel to Colombo Fort railway station, and the anticipation of a 3h, open door-open window ride down the coastline to Galle.

There’s something about Colombo Fort railway station, it stands almost like a fading crown in the heart of the city, its colonial arches and high ceilings whispering stories of what certainly was a much busier, grander past. Time has dulled the paint, worn the tiles, torn holes in the ceilings and walkways, and yet beneath the decaying exterior, the lovely symmetry and scale hint that this was the centre of something profound and impressive – now an almost ghostly sentinel of transit & history, it appears that tourism, at the very least, are providing it with somewhat of a slight resurgence and an opportunity to tune into echoes of an earlier era.

Colombo Fort railway station - Colombo - Sri Lanka

Colombo Fort railway station - Colombo - Sri Lanka

Colombo Fort railway station - Colombo - Sri Lanka

Colombo Fort railway station - Colombo - Sri Lanka

Colombo Fort railway station - Colombo - Sri Lanka

Standing room only - train from Colombo to Galle - Sri Lanka

Train from Colombo to Galle - Sri Lanka

Train from Colombo to Galle - Sri Lanka

Waiting on the platform with over zealous teens from Canada, elderly grey nomads from Australia (not me), stereotypical backpackers from Germany, the platform was full of tourists wanting to partake in the 'authentic' Sri Lankan rail experience. Which beckons of course the question, when does authentic simply turn into kitsch and self-serving? And my answer, the first time you hear ‘man, you sold out’ and most likely in concert ‘its just way too touristy’

...As a tourist these days you just can’t win. The experience is just what it is, and if its all about needing local to make you feel authenticity, then I think you're really missing the whole point of taking the experience for what is offering in the moment. With that said, our authentic rail experience was just that – we stood or sat in the aisle for most of the journey down to Galle as was probably expected. Travelling the rail line down the south-west coast, lost in simplicity of the relentless clatter, the sound of the rail cars along the track making it feel somewhat like a metallic heartbeat of the moment -  each clatter and each screech a pulse against the landscape. The sea breeze slipping effortlessly through open windows, tangling hair and carrying that freshness and freedom into the carriages. Passengers swaying with the rhythm, lost in thought or quiet conversation. And then, after a 3hr journey,  we eased our way onto the platform in Galle—which now became a the new story waiting to be told.