The Ella-to-Kandy train, twelve cups of cardamom tea, and a dawn climb up Sigiriya that broke me. Stayed in Mirissa long enough to learn the surf instructor's dog by name.
The day started without a plan and that was the plan. We let Sri Lanka set the pace — a slow breakfast, a long walk, a road that took the scenic way. By evening the light went gold and we stopped talking for a while, just to watch it.
What follows is the day-by-day — the free days in full, and the rest as a pay-what-you-want plan.
