If you like to have a calm vacation, then don’t go to Sri Lanka
I just jump in to this simply entry at one of the Peter Greenberg’s travel website, dontgothere.org. It was the latest entry, so I would not miss it. This is what it says.
But then I realize what it say there is true. Every bit of it. Sri Lanka is not a calm quite place. Not anymore. Either it is screaming TATA buses fly over our roads or bikers on Bajaj bikes ride like they don’t have families, children or reason to live another day. It is good we don’t have salesmen using loudspeakers vigorously promoting their merchandise, such as lottery tickets or religion. But we are far from been the quite calm place we used to be. Still there are enough beggars waiting to surround any tourist bus with their rented baby’s hanging on their arms or amputees rolling on tiny carts. A lady told me about her experience once and I’m quoting her, “when we get down at Kandy, he rolled toward us like a crocodile in dark, making all of us shiver”. Another lady told me about souvenir sales people, “When I was at Mihinthale, they separated me from the rest of the group, and forced me to buy a Souvenir. I didn’t get down from the bus since”. If you escape all those horrible encounters, then there are nationalist nut cases too, that you may occasionally bump in to. I came across such a horrible person at top of the Sigiriya, who scold one of my foreign friends for standing inside “king's Palace” and accused him for disrespecting our thousands of year’s old Royalty.
What I’m trying to say is, Sri Lanka is not the hospitable, wonderful, and "ST" place it used to be. I remember when I was young; the neighborhood I grow up had an unholy reputation as the “Korea”, and I thought about it while I’m looking at the sky line of port city of Busan some time back. There, young kids around 10 years old, cross the road alone, late at night, shop whatever they came for, and walk back home softly. Young school girls, walk home after night school around 10 at night, giggling at each other, wearing those short stripe skirts that they ware that part of the world. A pretty girl wearing short club dress, licking an ice cream, cross the road middle of the night, far from the town and went toward her way like it is Sunday morning. And that is a beautiful country. And the "Korea" I grow up in, well, we still live there.
"If you like to have a calm vacation, then don’t go to Sri Lanka. The corruption will kill the joy of traveling around. You will be told how poor the country is. Hmm… I don’t think so if u look to what prices there are on everything, it’s cheaper in Europe and don’t forget, clean."I thought commenting there, because commenting on every single blog in the world is one of my bad habits among many other such habits, but most importantly, as a child, every word I heard about Sri Lanka ended with glorious ST, such as greatest, prettiest, oldest and then usual world ‘paradise’. When one used to hear such nice things for long time, it quite painful to see those kinds of posts popping up here and there and you feel unstoppable desire to say “it is not true”.
But then I realize what it say there is true. Every bit of it. Sri Lanka is not a calm quite place. Not anymore. Either it is screaming TATA buses fly over our roads or bikers on Bajaj bikes ride like they don’t have families, children or reason to live another day. It is good we don’t have salesmen using loudspeakers vigorously promoting their merchandise, such as lottery tickets or religion. But we are far from been the quite calm place we used to be. Still there are enough beggars waiting to surround any tourist bus with their rented baby’s hanging on their arms or amputees rolling on tiny carts. A lady told me about her experience once and I’m quoting her, “when we get down at Kandy, he rolled toward us like a crocodile in dark, making all of us shiver”. Another lady told me about souvenir sales people, “When I was at Mihinthale, they separated me from the rest of the group, and forced me to buy a Souvenir. I didn’t get down from the bus since”. If you escape all those horrible encounters, then there are nationalist nut cases too, that you may occasionally bump in to. I came across such a horrible person at top of the Sigiriya, who scold one of my foreign friends for standing inside “king's Palace” and accused him for disrespecting our thousands of year’s old Royalty.
What I’m trying to say is, Sri Lanka is not the hospitable, wonderful, and "ST" place it used to be. I remember when I was young; the neighborhood I grow up had an unholy reputation as the “Korea”, and I thought about it while I’m looking at the sky line of port city of Busan some time back. There, young kids around 10 years old, cross the road alone, late at night, shop whatever they came for, and walk back home softly. Young school girls, walk home after night school around 10 at night, giggling at each other, wearing those short stripe skirts that they ware that part of the world. A pretty girl wearing short club dress, licking an ice cream, cross the road middle of the night, far from the town and went toward her way like it is Sunday morning. And that is a beautiful country. And the "Korea" I grow up in, well, we still live there.