My First Journey into the Free World: A 1991 Adventure in Sri Lanka

In September 1991, I embarked on a journey that would mark my first trip to a far-off destination and symbolize a new chapter in my life. At 22 years old, I was ready to explore the world beyond the confines of my familiar surroundings, a world that had just begun to open up after the end of the Iron Curtain. With a heart full of excitement and a suitcase packed with silken shirts, I boarded a plane to Colombo, Sri Lanka, unaware of the adventure that awaited me.

As I stepped off the plane, the tropical heat immediately enveloped me like a warm blanket—an exhilarating and overwhelming experience. I quickly realized my attire was ill-suited for such a climate. The lightweight silken shirts that felt comfortable in my cooler home country now clung to my skin, making me feel like I’d just stepped out of the shower. But despite the discomfort, my confidence fueled my determination to navigate this new environment.

My journey began with a four-hour trek to Bentota, a distance of just 60 kilometers. The roads were bustling, filled with vibrant sights and sounds that I had only seen in travel documentaries. I was entranced by the chaos of life in Sri Lanka, where every corner seemed to burst with color, culture, and a palpable sense of history.

Bentota, images taken primarily in 1991

Throughout my two-week vacation, I had the opportunity to explore several remarkable destinations. Galle, with its well-preserved colonial architecture and stunning coastline, captivated me. Walking through the narrow streets of the old fort, I could almost hear the whispers of history echoing around me. The sea breeze was a welcome relief from the tropical heat, and I found myself lost in thought, imagining the lives of those who walked these paths centuries ago.

Next, I ventured to Sigiriya, home to the iconic Lion Rock. Climbing to the summit was no easy feat, but the view from the top was worth every drop of sweat. Standing there, gazing out over the lush greenery, I felt a profound connection to the land and its ancient stories. It was a moment of realization that travel is not just about seeing new places; it’s about feeling and understanding the essence of those places.

Sigiriya, images taken primarily in 1991

Anuradhapura, Kandy, and Polonnaruwa were next on my itinerary, each offering a unique glimpse into Sri Lanka’s rich cultural heritage. I marveled at the ancient stupas and sacred sites in Anuradhapura, feeling like I had stepped back in time. With its famous Temple of the Tooth, Kandy was a feast for the senses, filled with the aroma of incense and the sound of vibrant ceremonies. And in Polonnaruwa, I wandered through the ruins of an ancient city, contemplating the cycles of history and the impermanence of all things.

Anuradhapura and Polonaruwa historic sites, images taken primarily in 1991

Despite my limited English, I found ways to communicate and connect with the locals. Their warmth and hospitality made me feel at home in this foreign land. I learned to navigate the challenges of language barriers and cultural differences, discovering that smiles and gestures often spoke louder than words.

Reflecting on that trip now, I realize it was more than just a vacation; it was a pivotal moment in my life. It was my first taste of freedom and exploration, a chance to step outside my comfort zone and embrace the unknown. Traveling to Sri Lanka introduced me to the beauty of diversity and the importance of understanding and appreciating different cultures.

Looking back on that adventure, I am grateful for the experiences and lessons learned. Sri Lanka’s tropical heat, vibrant landscapes, and rich history will forever hold a special place in my heart. It was the beginning of a lifelong love affair with travel, a passion that continues to shape my life in profound ways. All it took was a leap of faith and a willingness to embrace the unfamiliar.