7/6/18: Feeling Invisible In Sri Lanka

The morning started with a 5k run around Kandy with Adrian.

We had breakfast at the guesthouse, which was prepared by our host. It was pretty good, but the daal was a bit too salty. She packed up our leftovers to take to the forest, Udawatte Kele Sanctuary, which we wanted to visit.

We left for the forest around 10 am and walked around until noon: it wasn’t very big. The trees and plants were really cool, but the “attractions” were sub-par. The cave was creepy and the viewpoint was not a viewpoint at all– all you could see was more forest.


Adrian taking a million photos of the deer
Crazy vines

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Loved these trees

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Monkeys! (below)

We ate our snacks that we brought (some laddu and triangle roti) and then walked to town. I wanted to get a coffee from Cafe Secret Alley, a vegan cafe that I had found the day before.

I noticed how the tuk-tuk drivers only asked Adrian if he wanted a tuk-tuk.
“Sir, would you like a tuk-tuk?” They would call out.
After one such tuk-tuk drove by, I jokingly said,
“Wait, but I want one!!”

Seriously though, what if I wanted one??! It’s like they only see the men, and the women are completely invisible/incapable of making the decision to take a tuk-tuk.

I had been feeling this way for a few days, but today it was really pronounced.
I’ve never felt so insignificant in a country. In Myanmar I noticed it too, but here it is really insane. Maybe it’s because I’m traveling exclusively with a man now, which I wasn’t doing before, but the men really don’t acknowledge the existence of women here. I’m not sure if they are afraid to speak to me because I’m with Adrian, or if it’s simply because I’m a woman, but I have experienced it dozens of times every single day here.

But at the same time, people are SUPER friendly and helpful, so it’s a strange dichotomy.

I got my coconut coffee from the cafe, which cost as much as a meal here. Why does “vegan” food always have to be so expensive?!?

Inside Cafe Secret Alley


We walked back to the guesthouse and I blogged for a while.

Near our guesthouse

Around 5:30, we left to go back to town. We sat by the lake and then went to dinner at a veggie restaurant that I had bookmarked called Nagalinjam’s Bhavan.

We were the only customers there, which was a bit sad.

We ordered vegetable biriyani and masala dosa, both to share.

The biriyani came, but it was filled with nuts— cashews and peanuts. I would have eaten it if it was just a little, but the nuts were all mixed in and completely unavoidable. I ordered a fried rice instead.

Nutty biriyani

I’m glad I didn’t try it because Adrian said the whole thing just tasted like nuts.
The dosa was good, but Adrian liked the one he had the previous day better.

Dosa tunnel!
So big

We went next door to Royal Bar to watch the France vs. Uruguay match.

On the menu, along with steak and salad, were cigarettes, which were selling for $8. That’s way more expensive than in other Asian countries. It’s probably why no one really smokes here. Most people do betel nut.

I thought I would just go to bed after we got home, but I ended up watching the 11:30 match, Brazil vs. Belgium, on my computer with Adrian.

And then we went to bed. I hadn’t stayed up this late in so long!

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