Ceylon Dreams IX: Exploring Colombo Without a Camera
Three tips for the traveler –
1. Tip generously
(maybe save a few bucks on buying three pairs of elephant-printed pants and
reallocate to the drivers and guides who give you good service)
2. Perhaps use a
registered taxi service rather than go with a random tuk-tuk driver’s brother
who happens to own a car
3. Always, always do
a thorough check of your rooms and cars before exiting (don’t forget to lift
the bundle of blankets on the bed and peer under)
It doesn’t take a scientist to notice that our generation (and actually
all generations in this day and age) is obsessed with taking pictures. We lose
the moment, the emotion, the scents, the tastes just because we want to capture
it all on a cell phone. Only to forget about it for the next months to come.
Unless we post it immediately to Facebook or Instagram or Whateverchat and
then check obsessively for the number of likes, determining how good a cup of
coffee or how beautiful a sunset was, not on the actual experience but on the
clicking of friends, acquaintances and I-only-added-you-to-be-polites. I mean
really, do you want to see the entire
concert through the tiny viewfinder of your camera? How can you even jump in
the air and clap if you’re filming nonstop!? It is actually interesting to note
this change in travelling these days– at any touristy spot, if you put your own
phone down you’ll see couples, friends, solo travelers all around you with
their arms stretched out, head tilted, pouting or grinning or pointing – some of
these are so bad I want to walk over and tap their shoulders, to ask if they
would like me to take their picture so that it doesn’t look like there are two
head-shaped balloons floating in front of the Leaning Tower.
Anyways, back to Sri Lanka - after a bit of moping, I tried to flip the
situation and think about how it would be to explore a city and experience
things without the itch of capturing it on an electronic device.
Sri Lanka is a dreamy place, with its deep green trees and sudden rainstorms
that trap you inside damp, cool terraces and entrance you with the quiet
distracted music of rain on rooftops and tree branches.
Colombo is a pleasant, well-planned, clean city without the crass
commercialism of other cities. Not the most thriving night life but enough
cute, hip places to keep it interesting. We went to a café called The Coffee
Bean the night we got back from Bentota, the café was complete with organic
coffee beans and young men and women sitting upstairs on comfy couches, laptops
and guitar cases. It was a bit pricey but a good combination of chic and cozy. Then there was the Barefoot Café which I fell
in love with. It has a beautiful store full of bright red yellow blue and green
colored yarn – teddy bears and baby giraffes, table mats and scarves, paintings
and posters – it was the most artsy place we saw. The colors were so vibrant
just walking inside made you feel like you were in a house made of rainbows. There was a lovely garden and courtyard with
twinkling fairy lights curling up trees.
Another place I really liked was Flamingo House, located away from all
the hustle and bustle, the bar and restaurant had a very cool, bohemian feel to
it with giant flamingos painted along with mysterious Indian princesses and
Buddhas, gilded mirrors and sweetly mismatched chairs. The food was excellent
and the service was very good.
Since Fahad was busy the next few days with his conference, I spent the
days exploring Colombo on foot and tuk-tuk. I didn’t stray too far from our
hotel but saw nearby neighborhoods, the quiet serene Anthony Church, the
candy-striped Red Mosque (or Jami-ul-Afar Mosque) which looked as if it
belonged in Alice’s wonderland but was smack in the middle of a terribly
crowded market, and since there were only men streaming in and out of the
mosque, I decided not to go in. Which was kind of sad because it would’ve been
nice to go and pray in a mosque in the middle of Colombo!
I absolutely loved the city for its simple, multicultural,
multi-religious, placid beauty. The idea
of standing at a junction and being able to see from the same point, a Hindu
temple, a Buddhist temple, a church and a mosque – it was beautiful! I am sure
the city has its own underpinnings of unease and intolerance, but the surface
feel was definitely one of a seamless blanket stitched in a patchwork of
different colors and patterns but together making a larger even more beautiful
pattern.
My favorite part about Colombo was right across the main road from the
hotel – Galle Face Green. A large green space divided the sea from the main
road (which has some of the most expensive hotels in the country, large and
sprawling, each decorated with Christmas lights and Christmas trees made of
twinkles) while the edge of the lawns were cemented footpaths where fixed green
cabins stood selling everything from fried fish to samosas to ice cream.
Hawkers selling bright kites, glow-in-the-dark boomerangs and glistening soap
bubbles sat around the park while little children ran crazily around them. Each
cabin had a large blue dustbin next to it and I was just so impressed by the
whole atmosphere
There was a short strip of sand and you had to go down stairs to the
beach. I sat at the edge of the footpath with my legs dangling, watching the
tremendous waves rush towards shore their anger and greatness starting large
and then dwindling to a forgotten memory as it came closer, till they had
forgotten why they had been rushing forward so, and then going back, bemused,
musing.
A boy blew a soap bubble into the face of his tiny sister, who almost
burst with joy like the bubble when she poked it with her finger; a mother clapped as her child ran past her
trying t o propel his kite into the air and then finally it soared; a couple
sat close by on a bench, her left foot touching his sneakered right one, both
licking pink ice lollies.
The sun slowly set into a cloudy bed right above the waves, making the
sky glow gold and pink, and one by one the bulbs in the green cabins flickered
to life, lightning like fireflies in the darkening blue evening. It was the
most peaceful beach front, the air was permeated with calmness and love and
happiness, the kind that makes you smile as you walk by yourself, probably making
you look a little creepy to the people nearby, but it cannot be contained
inside!
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