We settled in for the long journey ahead of us. This country has given me a great deal of perspective regarding time and distance. I really shouldn't complain about driving to Burbank from the Westside anymore . . . but I will. Places on a map look so close, yet take shockingly large amounts of time to connect. It is simply the reality in 2016. It would not surprise me if in the next decade there is an island-wide system of major highways connecting the main cities. It would certainly make things a lot easier...especially on folks like our driver, who was struggling to find a place off the road that had any rice left. On that note, Nicole is sick of rice. She is craving a burger and salad.
Meanwhile back in the car, our driver made a separate stop to a stand to buy coconuts. He quickly downed one on the side of the road and gave another one to me. Coconut water is nothing new to me. It is a dime a dozen in Los Angeles, and I was never terribly fond of it. However, it was handed to me, having already been purchased, so I felt obligated. I put on my best present face, "mmmMMm different than what I expected!" Thirty miles later, I was still nursing it when it sloshed over onto my pants. Within another ten miles, it found itself being tossed out the passenger side window.
We ultimately checked in to the Cinnamon Lodge hotel in Habarana. They really push buffets here, and they're a bit overpriced, so Nicole and I decided to walk around to see if there were any other options. We settled on the neighboring hotel, where to Nicole's misfortune, we had rice and curry . . . again. Poor Nicole. She just wants that burger. Overall, she's been a good sport. For someone who doesn't like spicy foods or things with lots of flavor, she made quite the transition from Honey Bunches of Oats to Dhal curry. Tomorrow will be a busy day around Sigiriya. We have been warned that it could be quite hot. Stay tuned.
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