It was a familiar start to our anything but unfamiliar trip: an MRA swap gliding 2 centimetres up our nostrils. We had just gotten off the plane at Kilimanjaro International and, admittedly, we were a little cranky. Me because an eight hour flight isn’t exactly my idea of a good time (even if it was… Continue reading From Buffalo to Bordeaux: Why Africa is the Newest Luxury Holiday Destination
Stepping out of the air-conditioned terminal of Colombo Airport and out into the welcoming mid-autumn air of Sri Lanka’s commercial capital city, I felt unequivocally weightless. I’d chosen Sri Lanka for a reprieve from the ensuing European cold and its proximity to the Maldives (for which I was later bound), but also for the country’s strong cultural and traditional roots — values I wanted to escape to in a world galloping ever forward towards an increasingly technological future.
Our trip began on Qatar airlines with, in my opinion, some well-deserved drinks. The week had been long and I was excited to see anything except another cement city. I ordered a whiskey; my girlfriend, elegant as she is, opted for a glass of sparkling. We figured our first day was mainly for getting acquainted with the camp, and if we happened to do that tipsy, great!