Thursday, December 6, 2007










Well, this may very well be my last post from Sri Lanka. It's sort of a mixed feeling. On one hand:




1. I won't be eating rice twice a day, everyday




2. There's a 0% chance there will be a giant spider in my bathroom




3. I get to see all of my friends and family








On the other hand:




1. I won't get delicious roti, tender jak curry, and delectable fresh fruits




2. I won't see so many elephants and monkeys




3. I have to leave my friends and family here








The list could be longer on both accounts. Basically though, I'm really looking forward to being home, but I've had so many amazing, life-altering experiences here that I'm really going to regret leaving. As I told my Amma, it's like going to a big city that's far away in order to see an amazing performance. It's full of thrills and chills, music and flashing lights, and other amazing, wonderful things. At the end of the day you're so glad you went, but when you fall into your own bed that night...you're also really glad to be home. That's how I feel.


And now, as promised: Pictures!


Sri Pada (AKA Adam's Peak)


The Nuwara Eliya area

And thanks to Paige for this one


I'd post more, but really, these images can only give a glimpse of life here. I'm really, really grateful for being able to come. Thanks for reading everyone!

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Adam's Peak

There's a famous pilgrimage spot about 3 hours drive from Kandy, and we decided we had to go before we went back to the States. As tradition dictates, we hiked up the mountain in the middle of the night, watched the sunrise from the top, and went back down. Now, I'm bone tired from having written my final independent study paper, then staying up all night last night hiking the mountain. It was really worth it though. It's a difficult hike, and you don't see much on the way up. On the way down though...it's indescribable (at least in my present state). I'll post pictures when I can. Wow.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Well, I had a very interesting weekend. I met a new angampora master, and stayed with his business partner. Let me say, I'm used to censoring myself around Sri Lankans so they don't think I'm a sleazeball (because I don't always abstain from alcohol, and I have a girlfriend before I'm married). That's how conservative Sri Lankan culture is. The guy I stayed with sketched me out. Anyway, ask me about the weekend when I get home. It'll be worth your time. I don't really want to talk about it here though.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Well, this weeked will be busy busy busy. Probably the next week too. I'll probably leave for Maharagama tomorrow, stay the night, interview the master there (some angampora guy who's issued an open challenge to fight to the death with any supposed practitioner of angampora, to prove he's the genuine article). Then, I'll spend the night there, wake up for a 6 am class, then book it to Dewalegama, hopefully arriving just in time to take lessons with my regular master. After class, back to Kegalle and then to Kandy that night.
So, I'll be taking two classes Sunday, and I'm going to try not to let on to either master that I've even been meeting with the other, because I'm not really sure how they would take it. There's a lot of contention about who's got the "real" angampora.
Not really sure what to think of this master in Maharagama. He seems like a really nice guy over the phone. But newspaper articles on him and this open challenge thing make him seem like a reckless egomaniac. I guess I'll just have to meet him and see.

Meanwhile, I'm waiting to hear back from the lab on whether or not I have parasites. I guess that's the third world for 'ya. I'm sure I'll be fine though. I've got pills.

Going back to the angampora thing (cause that's a happier topic), angampora is a geek's dream. I'm learning to dual wield swords, yo! Spinning, and jumping, and slashing like I'm some sort of Star Wars Kid (for those of you familiar with that video. Anyway, I'm sure you can find it online.) On the other hand, damn is it tiring! I'm getting in good shape though.

Hard to believe I'm leaving soon, eh?

Sunday, November 18, 2007

On Gods

On the bus ride home from Dewalegama, I was thinking about God, and Gods. I hope I don’t offend anyone with this post, and I hope no one thinks less of me for this, but… I believe Gods to be fictions. And yet they are fictions with such a powerful hold on the human psyche, and they recur in almost every culture (albeit with different names, faces, and biographies. Why? Because every God and Goddess is the embodiment of something transcendent in the human experience. LOVE. WAR. DESTRUCTION. PROTECTION. EARTH. DEATH. These are the things that scare us, sustain us, and above all mystify and amaze us. What is Divine, what is Power, what is Transcendent if the love of a mother for her child is not? What is miraculous if not life itself? What do we fear more than the ending of that life, this turning of animate and thinking to completely and irrevocably inert? This is the thing which animates the Gods, and what gives them power (in our minds). Their divinity comes from transcendental human experience. And that, I think is why Gods have such prevalence in societies, and persistence in our minds.

Waking Life

For those of you who have a philosophical bent, but haven’t seen the movie called “Waking Life,” I highly recommend it. In any case, one part of that movie is that the main character is never really sure if he is awake or dreaming. Regardless, he often encounters a stranger quite randomly, they connect and discuss some interesting philosophical topic, and then they part ways just as suddenly. I feel like I’ve had my own Waking Life encounters here. Especially when it comes to a certain young man I met last week. Coming back from Angampora class one evening, I was waiting on the bench for the train to come. When I look up, there are these two individuals sitting there next to me, and before I know it we’re engaged in conversation. The quieter of the two is the one that interested me most. He speaks very good English (as well as Tamil and Sinhala), and he has this way of speaking: clearly, simply, and without any tension in his voice. He seems just as likely to speak about ethnic tensions and politicians as about the age of the railway system or Sri Lanka’s rural areas. When my train came, I got on but he remained sitting. When I looked for him out the window, he was gone.

Friday I had another encounter with the same person. I got off the train at Polgahawala, and he was there sitting on the bench again. Again, we met randomly and suddenly, had intermittent conversation about this and that, and parted ways just as suddenly when my train came.

Royal Botanical Gardens

I finally visited the Royal Botanical Gardens here in Kandy, and I’m totally amazed. I’ll go back soon, perhaps today, and take my camera this time!

Independant Study

My independent study is going really well! It’s just now beginning to open up for me, and it seems like a lot of things just sort of fall into my lap as far as research is concerned. At the beginning I didn’t think I could even find a teacher, and right at the beginning the librarian and my Sinhala teacher each found me one. I needed to do some interviews with my teacher as well as learning the art itself, and he spontaneously starts talking about the history of Angampora. I need a translator, and *poof*, there’s an English teacher in the room who just sort of steps in. My host family just happens to have relatives near where I have class. That family happens to have ancestors who did Angampora. My translator gets interested in Angampora and starts looking into it himself. Tons of happy coincidences that have really opened this topic up for me.

Its also really cool to gradually discover what the heck Angampora is. Right now, in Sri Lanka there seems to be a lot of different opinions about Angampora. Some say it’s very famous, others have never heard of it. Some say it was wiped out during the colonial rule, others say it continued in secret. Some say it’s 10,000 years old, others say it must be a more recent import. Is it an art practiced by soldiers? High caste people only? By monks (like kung fu in China)? There’s also a lot of argument between the teachers, about who knows the “real” Angampora, and which ones are merely pretenders. Some have even issued open challenges to deadly combat to prove that they are the REAL Angampora masters.

So, studying this has really been a blast.

Weekly Insect Update

Is a bit of a misnomer, since I don’t really give updates weekly. Regardless, if I were a biologist, I’d be sorely tempted to do my independent study on “The Bathroom Ecosystem” because it’s just fascinating.

There are the constants, like the line of small ants that is in constant motion around 3/4ths of my bathroom perimeter. Their path is reasonably constant, but small changes are made on a daily and an hourly basis. They always go past my towel rack and around the shower, but make only occasional forays across the toilet (and on these occasions I’m glad that as a man I don’t have to sit on the ant covered toilet). The other constants are tiny flies (that don’t fly around overmuch, and so aren’t a bother), and the spiders that hang out under my sink, at the base of the showerhead, and occasionally in other places around the bathroom. They have very small bodies, and long thin legs each about as long as a pinky finger. Luckily, the ants, flies, and spiders don’t bother me much at all. I usually leave them alone, and in return they usually let me use the toilet or the shower. It’s a great arrangement.

More interesting is the occasional visitors and temporary residents I get. The spider is the most infamous of these. He (or she) didn’t visit at all for the first month and a half, and then s/he decided that s/he REALLY liked my bathroom, and given the opportunity decided to make his/her self more comfortable in my room. I still haven’t seen him/her since those initial encounters, so I’ve decided to call my spider “Silence,” because as soon as I named it, it was gone. Other transient visitors include the centipede I stepped on (sorry!), the giant cockroach (which I only saw once), and the last couple of weeks I’ve had two giant slug/snails living in the bathroom (who I’ve named Chuck and Chucky). I say slug/snail because I’m not really sure which they are. They’ve certainly got something growing out of their backs, but it’s far from a fully developed shell. I think Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes once described slugs as “giant living boogers.” Well, like the ants, they don’t really bother me. They just cruise around the bathroom most of the time (ceiling, shower curtain, floor, wall, toilet bowl, etc.) Every once in awhile they shrivel up and just stick in one place for a few days. Strange, no?

The Cultist

The Cultist:

Buddhism is a strange and interesting religion, but one thing that it has going for it is that by and large there aren’t a lot of “fringe” sects (unless you count Mahayana Buddhism, but that’s being a little harsh, no?) Well, a couple of weeks ago we met a very controversial monk in Sri Lanka and his close group of followers. The man is a Buddhist faith healer, and every fortnight he and his (mostly lay) disciples have a healing session. Why only every 10 days? Sick people really get on his nerves, and he can’t bear to be around them for more than once in every 10 days. He believes that all, or at least most sicknesses (including cancer, ADHD, diabetes, etc.) are caused by personality issues, like being self absorbed, wanting attention, or just being an annoying person in general. These personality traits cause disturbances in the body’s energy and aura, which result in sickness. In any case, we had the good fortune to sit in on one of his healing sessions.

To be fair, I may be being a bit harsh in my description of this fellow. There’s a lot to be said for the mind healing the body. Belief that you’re being helped could improve your condition considerably. But this particular monk and his disciples seem to be deluding themselves, in my opinion. It’s shocking to me that an ordained monk would be so full of himself, and he told us how on one occasion he seriously considered murder as a perfectly viable option. Meeting him was an interesting experience.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Hey all,

Still just chuggin' away at the whole Angampora thing. Yesterday I met a Sri Lankan student in the Botanical Gardens (someone I'd met in the beginning, but have been too busy to get together with before now). The Gardens are simply amazing. I need to go back with a camera. With a little less than a month left, I've got mixed feelings about leaving. On one hand, I've got a lot left that I want to do. Travel, talking with people, shopping, etc. On the other hand, it's almost like I have too much free time on my hands now, and I need to learn how to structure that better.

Other random news: Visited a cancer ward with my family and brought snacks, saw a water monitor (lizard), still need to do some shopping.

More as it develops!

Friday, November 9, 2007

Hey, it's been awhile since the last post, because my internet access is uncertain and last time I got to an internet place I couldn't log onto my account.

Anyhow, I'm in to the last third of my trip here: independant study.
As I said before, I'm studying Angampora, sri lanka's martial art. Let me tell you, this month should be a blast. My job is to get in shape and learn a martial art. After that, I can cook up some 15 page paper justifying it. Yay!
Also, who knows what quacky stories will pop out of this month. My teacher...well where to begin.
He seems to have an obsession with Chuck Norris for one. During our first private lesson, Chuck Norris became a topic of conversation on two entirely separate occasions. Also, he may or may not use a frayed electrical cord for a weapon (upon second inspection, I think its either for his coffee pot or it's got a dual use.) He was also saying how Angampora has a 10,000 year history (which really has to be off by 7 or 8,000 years.

But then again, what do I know? He's my teacher, and he's teaching me something. God knows whether it's Angampora, or Karate (which he also knows), or what. Anyway, it's good exercise. Each private lesson is 3 hours, and by the end of that my clothes are literally dripping. Sometimes I think that he's just curious how many more degrees he can add to the next spinning jumping kick without me falling in a dizzy heap. No matter though, so far it's been a blast.

More later. I've got to go meet my Amma in town.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Okay, I think that I was mistaken. Anyway, stage 2 of 3 is almost over. My classes are coming to a close, my papers are due, the dance/drum performance is soon, and I'm organizing independant study. For those of you who haven't heard, I'm going to be doing it on Angampora, a native Sri Lankan martial art. It was taught and practiced since ancient times by the soldiers, with certain styles reserved for princes and royalty. In some periods of history, it was also practiced as a blood sport in gladiatorial arenas. The style includes both armed and unarmed combat. In ancient times there were 21 weapon styles, but due to Colonial interference most of the weapon styles were lost. Now, weapons are mostly restricted to the sword, dagger, staff, spear, and serrated whip.
When the British finally conquered the Kandian Kingdom (the last part of Sri Lanka to be conquered), they outlawed the practice of angampora. Anyone caught teaching or practicing was shot in the kneecap, so the art had to be continued in secret, mostly along family lines. Only recently has it re-emerged, and I've found a couple of teachers that I can learn from.
I'll be spending part of my time in the village of Dewalegama, and part of my time staying just outside of Columbo and commuting in, as long as safety permits. I'll be checking regularly with the embassy on that one, and my program director and everyone at ISLE has contacts all over the place, and they have a careful eye on the situation, so...yeah. I should be fine. I don't want to get intimidated by the situation here. I'll keep a very careful eye on the situation, and be hyper-vigilant and aware of my surroundings. But...you have to live life. As I was telling Ben (my brother), if you're born and you're alive, you run the distinct risk of dying someday. But that doesn't stop you from living. Even if you had a choice of whether or not to be born, I hope you would choose to. Just so, you need to live life to the fullest, as long as you're not a damn fool and do something completely reckless for little gain. Anyway: Pictures! (from the cultural triangle tour)

This is why we didn't go all the way up to the lion's paws in Siigiria. About 20 German tourists were up there singing at the top of their lungs. Nice sign though, no?

Monitor lizard. Very, very cool. I want one of these in my bathroom.
Hello to all of my fans (and other inanimate objects in my possession)!
Also, hello to friends and family.

I've taken to playing a couple of popular* games here. The first game is played mostly amongst the ISLE students here**, and it's called "Guess which giant, unwelcome invertebrate will be in my bathroom tonight." So far, I've encountered a giant cockroach, a giant beetle, a giant slug (or may have been a snail), and of course the infamous giant spider. I accidentally stepped on a centipede on my way TO the bathroom, but I don't think that counts. Also, a couple of winged insects were trying to mate on my bed, and that was WAY inappropriate.

Sri Lanka certainly does help put things in perspective though. Of course, there are the sobering things like poverty, freedom, peace, etc. that SL puts in perspective. On a lighter note though, where else would I think something like "EEEEK! ...Oh, thank God! It's only a giant cockroach."

My birthday celebration was stellar. My amma baked a pinapple cake for me, and my atamma (grandmother) decorated it. It was delicious. They also made some western food for me, including a pasta and vegetable dish that was divine. Best of all though, the rest of the family came over. My uncle and aunt are real characters, and it was a real pleasure to have them. People brought gifts too! It was so unexpected and wonderful! My family gave me a tailored shirt and matching sarong, my grandmother gave me a shirt that looks pretty good on me, my uncle gave me a sweet looking sarong, and my aunt gave me a book on buddhism. It was a good night.

Okay, the rest of the posting will have to wait 'till another time. I may be wrong, but I think there's a couple doing something uncomfortable right next to me. Take care!

*compared to the sport of full contact duck duck goose
**Whether they want to play or not

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Spider Pics, Independant Study, etc.

Hey folks,


Meet Harry, AKA Muffin, AKA Feast of a Thousand Nights, AKA "HOLY !#$^$%&! THERE'S A GIANT SPIDER IN MY BATHROOM!"


In any case, I've got a much clearer picture, but it goes along with a story that should probably be told in person. This should suffice to give you some sense of scale. Sure, I'm still 200X its size, but hey, it's a spider. So I'm going to be girly about it. I think I've mentioned this in the comments, but I haven't seen the spider for the past 2 and a half weeks. So...maybe it's gone?






In other news, my cut is healing very well. It's actually really amazing how the body can heal sometimes. There was one morning where I had a scarlet slash across my thumb, and by the afternoon, it was skin grown over most of it. Wow.

This Saturday I'm going to visit a possible independant study site. I'm thinking of doing Angampora, a traditional martial art native to Sri Lanka. It was banned during colonial rule, and was taught in secret during that time, and it has only recently resurfaced. I'm not quite sure what to think of it though. Some of the (very few) sites seem like it's a legitimate art, way of life, etc. Some sites seem like the people are caught up in their egos, trying to be manly men, and are only interested in who they can or cannot beat up. I guess I'll learn more soon. Could be really cool!

Monday, October 15, 2007

Never Have I Ever...

Sunday, I drank human blood at a local orphanage.
I should probably back up though. We were volunteering at an orphanage in Kandy today, and we were painting a room for them, and cleaning the kitchen. The paint was in a handy dandy plastic container that required you to cut along the outside of it before it could be opened. Luckily, I had a swiss army knife with me, which I then used to cut the plastic strip and part of my thumb. It was deep enough that it bled a lot, so I put it in my mouth while someone dug up a first aid kit. I’m fine, and I have every hope that it’ll heal without complication. Of course, this means that during a game of “never have I ever,” I can no longer say “never have I ever drunk human blood in a Sri Lankan orphanage.” (for those of you familiar with that game.) Max, can I get 5 bonus xp for character research beyond the call of duty?
After volunteering, we went back to the ISLE center to watch a movie called “Grizzly Man.” When I get back to school, we should watch it together. It’s a documentary about a man who spent 13 consecutive summers filming and living among grizzly bears. It’s really a funny movie, I think without meaning to be, because this guy was crazy. I think. He had a boundless love for the bears and nature though. In any case, I think that any description of the movie will fall short, so we should watch it together sometime, and laugh.

Elephant Orphanage

Today, we went to an elephant orphanage in the town of Piniwela. Wow. What can I say about that? The elephants were amazing. There were probably about 20 of them there, and when we went they were bathing in the river. The group included both males and females, grown ups and babies as young as one month. One of the elephants there, sadly, had only 3 feet because it had stepped on a landmine in Jaffna. The babies were really cute though, so it sort of makes up for that sad story.
They were tame elephants, with mahouts to give them direction, so I got to touch one’s trunk. It was really cool. At one point, who knows what triggered it, but the elephants started trumpeting and calling to one another, and gathered around the biggest elephant in the herd. Something I didn’t know before today is that elephants have their trumpeting call, but they also have a call that sounds like a deep, loud, rumbling growl. After visiting the elephant orphanage, we stopped by a place where we payed $4.50 and took a short ride on an elephant. SO worth it.
Unfortunately, my camera was out of batteries, so I don’t have pictures right now. Other people took pictures though, some with me in them. They might show up on the ISLE website soon. I think Sophie and Mom have the website address.

Food

Sri Lanka is a forge for the stomach. From a Sri Lankan point of view, it seems as though if it doesn’t try to rip a hole in your mouth and stomach wall, where’s the fun? This isn’t to say that Sri Lankan food isn’t tasty, or that there aren’t milder dishes. Almost everything has at least a little bit of kick though. My favorite food here is “roti,” which is a flatbread made with scraped coconut, flour, and a dash of saltwater. It’s eaten with jam, butter, or more typically with “lunumiris” A.K.A. Sri Lankan dynamite. This paste like substance is made by grinding chilies together with salt, then adding lime juice and red onions. As long as you like things spicy, it’s actually quite delicious!

Another example of Sri Lanka strengthening the stomach is when I felt nauseous shortly after arriving here, they gave me a traditional remedy of lime juice, with so much salt mixed in that a thick, salty slush was left at the bottom after drinking it. It didn’t make me feel any better. (to be fair though, the tums I had with me didn’t make me feel any better either.)

However, in general I’m growing a bit tired of Sri Lankan food, since almost every meal (breakfast, lunch, dinner) is eaten with rice.

Art and Lit. Fieldtrip

Since it’s a bit late (9:00 pm! Gasp!) I’ll be brief about this now, and recount more later, or when I get back. First, we started our journey by going to our professor’s house to look at his private collection of art work. Some of it, I really, really liked. By the way, he paid $100 US dollars for his land up in the Kandian hills. Before you get too excited, that’s not typical here, but it’s insane that it’s possible to get land that cheap, no? Anyway, next we had lunch at the ISLE center, and the prof traveled with us to a city a few hours away where we toured an artist’s studio/home to see his work, then saw a play in Sinahala about torture, crooked politicians, and freedom of the press. The next day, we saw about 4 or 5 more art galleries, and spoke with Tissa Abeysekera, the author of one of the novellas we read for class. Then, we came home. It was really a great trip. I think my favorite part was meeting that artist on the first day. He was all smiles, and full of energy. He was boyishly excited to show us all of the works he’d done in the past, and the ones he’s working on now. He’d laugh self-consciously at anything he’d done with a sexual theme, and he had a great sense of humor that showed through in his political cartoons. For instance, there’s one where there’s a scene from hell, and all the demons are vaccinating the hell hounds against the politicians. In any case, we’ll see if this materializes, but he said he’d draw each of us some little doodle before we left for the states (and this is a guy who sells paintings for $40,000 to $50,000 regularly). He was really a great guy.
Finally, it’s Thursday evening and I’ve got some space to breathe, and to write. Let’s try to recount things chronologically.

Nilambe
Two weeks ago we went to the Nilambe meditation center. Not sure that I’ve talked about that yet. So, it’s this beautiful meditation retreat up in the mountains. It’s a pretty international group of people living there. In any case, while there we did different sorts of meditation. One type was just being aware of the present moment, without necessarily trying to focus your attention. Just being aware of what you’re doing here and now, and when your mind wanders, being aware of what it’s wandering to. This mindfulness was practiced in sitting, standing, and walking postures. Later, we did a meditation on “loving-kindness,” Which involves first concentrating only on yourself, and thinking kind loving thoughts about yourself. Gradually, you extend this loving feeling to someone you know well and like, someone you know casually, someone you dislike, and to all living beings.
I can’t say that I got tons out of either of these meditation sessions, but I did really enjoy the people there. From the things they said and the way they interacted with the world, they seemed as though they’d accumulated a great deal of wisdom and insight through meditation.
Anyway, after the meditation, we did some yoga (taught by one of the people living there), which was an interesting experience. We also took a short (5 min) walk up the hill a ways and encountered two things:
1) An absolutely beautiful view of the valley below. (I'll upload pics when I can)
2) Tons, and tons of leeches.

I could have stayed the night at the meditation center, but my brain seemed a little full for the day, and I had to decide at the last minute, and so I went home. I’d really love to go back sometime while I’m here though. It really seems like a great environment to live in.

Sunday, October 7, 2007



I know a few of you have been wanting pictures. Tech is really slow here so I've been reluctant to try to load big files, but today it's behaving so...here's a couple. I've got over 300, and it seems ridiculous to choose two. I chose these two pretty much at random though, from my northern tour. The top one is the biggest Stupa in Sri Lanka. The second is the view from the 3rd hotel we stayed at, in Polunaruwa. It was the second nicest hotel we stayed at, but I didn't get any pictures of the other one. No...I'm not a tourist here. I'm a student! Riiiiiiiight.

Hello, my name is...

Sorry I haven’t updated in awhile. It’s because I’ve been having trouble logging into Blogger. That being the case, I’m not sure whether this will end up being posted as a blog or being sent around by the nice people I send it to.

Anyway, lots to say. This is only one of them. More as soon as I have time and a working technological infrastructure.

I finally got to see one of the big spiders here. It was in my bathroom, on the wall, behind the door. My reaction was to recoil, stare for awhile in facination/horror, then go get my camera (rather, Annie’s camera. Thank you Annie!). The spider, to his credit, was pretty chill about the whole thing, and was content to just sit there.

I took a few moments to put the camera on what seemed a correct setting (Pet: dark cat). When I entered the bathroom again, it was gone. Now…if there’s anything worse than seeing a giant spider on your wall, it’s not seeing a giant spider on your wall, when he was definitely there a second ago. I figured I’d used up my bravery quota for the day, and so I summoned my Appachi to find and get rid of it for me. He didn’t find it, so we assume that it left via the window.

Fine. Gone, and no worries. Except that he decided that he liked my bathroom, and decided to stay the night. That worked out okay. Again, he was very still. It was actually good in a way, because I had to stay up late and write a paper that night. Every time I started feeling tired, I opened up my bathroom door, stared at the spider for awhile, and I didn’t feel like going to sleep anymore.

In the morning, I looked around, and he was gone…or so it seems. I actually found him after some searching. Ask me to imitate it when I get back. My reaction was actually pretty hillarious. I didn’t scream, other than that my reaction was comparable to an 8 year old girl’s. Again, got my Appachi, who caught and removed it.

Now, for those of you who are thinking: “Removed? Why not kill it or flush it down the toilet?” First of all, buddhist country. No killing things if it can be helped. Second of all, these aren’t the sort of spiders you just step on. And flushing this spider would be comparable to flushing a chipmunk. It’s just not going to work out too well. In any case, Appachi removed it without incident.

One or two days later, I left my bathroom door open when I went to dinner (I usually keep it latched.) It seems that the spider likes my bathroom, but where he really wants to be is in my room. As soon as he saw the door was open, he must have booked it out of the bathroom, because when I got back from dinner he was chillin’ on the curtain that serves as a door to my room. “Appachi! I’ve got a visitor again! He’s got 8 legs and he’s really scary!”

It’s at this point that I learned the spiders have essentially 3 modes: Chill mode, where it’s motionless, Creepy Mode, where they do a slow, ominious crawl to where they want to go, and Freak Out Mode, where they go really fast. It’s at these last times that you realize that they don’t build webs. They chase their prey down, tackle it, and eat it. No idea what it is they eat though…

In any case, you’ve all got homework. I figure the only way this spider is going to be less threatening to me is if he has a name. Could be either a boy or a girl’s name. In any case, I’d feel better if I could gasp in surprise, then say admonishingly “Oh, it’s only you. Geeze Gary, don’t scare me like that.” Or “Shirly, you know you’re not allowed in the house. Get out of here before I have Appachi throw you out!” Or “Krogax, I call upon thee! Smite mine enemies!” Y’know. Whatever the situation calls for. So yeah, each of you needs to suggest a name for my “pet” spider. Classic, nutty, cute, epic, whatever you think it should be.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Today's post! Not old!

Today I skipped Buddhism (which I’m auiditing) so I can use the internet and update things. I’ve been super busy, and I don’t know when I the next opportunity will arise, so I figured now’s a good time. Tomorrow, we go to Nilambe for a meditation…thing. They’ll teach us how to meditate, have a discussion with us, and we’ll have lunch with them (the monks there). After that on Saturday, I’m going to Anuradapura again, this time with my family to do a hike. Sunday, I have to really buckle down and write my material culture paper. It’s due Monday and I haven’t started it yet. Busy busy busy.

Scene from daily life

Sumanasena is our driver, and he’s a damn good one. He also happens to be an insane 70 year old kid. These two factors combined the other day, when we were late for classes at the university. It was really like a rollercoaster ride…dodging around people and cars, going over bumps and around corners. He was in absolute control of his vehicle and in tune with his surroundings (I swear that man knows every road in Sri Lanka like the back of his hand). Still though, it was the sort of feeling you get in a rollercoaster: knowing you’re safe, yet grinning at the sheer insanity of it all.

Opportunities

I’m getting such opportunities here in Sri Lanka that I often find myself speachless to express how lucky I am. I’m here with a group of 12 students, with an entire study abroad program set up just for us. My art, drama and lit class is with a world renowned poet and painter (Ashley Halpe), and I’m in the class with one other person. He’s trying to organize a get together at his house with his friends and acquaintances: other world renowned poets, painters, writers, and play directors. He’s invited and encouraged us to present something of our own (drawing, poem, etc.). Wow…Eeek! That’s a little intimidating, but SO COOL that we’ll get a chance to meet these people. We’re also going to be meeting the author of this great book we read in the class, and next weekend we’re going to another city to see a play. Halpe’s pulled some strings and we’re going to meet with the director/playwrite for a half hour before the play to get a rundown of what it’s all about. Hells yeah.

I told you about the monk I met on the plane? Well, I finally got up the courage (and the time) to call him, and dropped by last night. I went with my family and spoke with him for awhile. He’s the head of his monastery, and apparently it’s quite rare for someone in his position to be able to speak English. And he’s willing, and happy to talk to me! That I happened to sit next to him on the plane, and that he happened to speak English, and that his monastery is in my area, and that I have the opportunity to speak with him is such a string of fortune that I can’t believe it. One of his disciples from Nepal has offered to talk to me at any time that he’s available. This Nepalese monk teaches Sanskrit at the University of Perediniya.

There’s a history course that I’m not taking, and apparently the prof wrote the book on Sri Lanka. Literally. He’s THE leader in his field, and has a pet PHD that follows him around.

Our dance instructor and drum instructor are the best, or among the best, in their field.

Our material culture professor is friggin’ amazing as well. He’s been recovering from his surgery, but we’ve managed to have a couple of lectures with him, and he’s just been hurling fascinating facts and views at us, putting history, human sociological evolution, and technological innovation into whole new perspectives.

I could go on, but you get the idea. We’re getting individual attention from the giants of the scholasticism, the arts, religion, and all of the other fields we’re studying here. I feel incredibly lucky, and a little small. I’m a good student, but I’m not exceptional. I didn’t beat out 100 other applicants to be here. Yet I’m in the midst of such opportunities that I can’t even express my good fortune in any way other than simply describing the experiences and letting the experiences and opportunities speak for themselves.

Kassipu, Anyone?

On a lighter note, I think it’s time I told you about Sri Lankan alcohol. First, there’s arrack, which is made from fermented coconut. It tastes like a cross between vodka and bourbon, though it’s been described as “smoother” than bourbon. It’s quite strong, and this is a favorite of the trishaw drivers. As soon as the sun goes down, most of them get smashed on this before resuming the evening’s driving. Don’t worry mom, I don’t go out after dark, and my driver to school is a very respectable woman with a van.
Of course, those who don’t get enough kick from arrack can kick it up a notch with raa. Raa is illegal, so I’ve never tried it. However, it’s been described as “borderline illegal,” at least when compared to the Sri Lankan equivalent of moonshine. It’s called “kassipu.” It’s made from sugar, bananas, chameleons, barbed wire, rat snake, garbage, and God knows what else. It can be used in cars as a substitute for gasoline.

Prejudice

This may be difficult post for some of you to read, since it deals with prejudice and children suffering as well as the goodness I’ve observed in Sri Lanka. Feel free to read or not at your discretion.

It’s said at Carleton that you can’t put people into neat little categories, and that they continually shatter the boxes that you put them in. That’s true here as well. Buddhism, the very same religion that frowns upon killing an ant, has also resulted in an ethno-religious war.

Just so, having this quality or that quality, this thought or that does not make people good or bad. To try to give you an idea of this, I’d like to tell you of the prejudice that exists here in Sri Lanka, and also tell you of what good I’ve seen in the very same people.

For starters, homosexuality is illegal here. Forget gay marriage, homosexuality itself is a criminal offence. In America too, there are archaic laws against (gay or straight) oral sex and sodomy in some states, which have never been struck down simply because they are completely ignored by law enforcement, and there are never any convictions. Unlike in America, homosexuality is an offence which is actually illegal, and people do go to jail for it. (By the way, don’t let this discourage anyone from coming to Sri Lanka. As long as you don’t advertise that you’re gay, you’ll be completely fine. Even hand holding is something you see everyday here between members of the same sex, because it’s interpreted as a non-homosexual expression of friendship.)

Next, there’s the caste system. It’s not as extreme as in India, where some of you may have heard of the “untouchable” caste. However, there are a range of castes from very high to very low, and the vast, vast majority of people will not even consider marrying outside their caste (nor allow their child or relation to do so). Any person doing so is very likely to be disowned by their family, and the entire family will be shamed in society’s eyes. My sweet, giving, caring, and relatively progressive family here, believes in this caste system, and they are far from alone.

This isn’t an easy problem to understand, either. Like racism in America, where minorities are more likely to be from a lower economic bracket, thus have less education, live in a rougher neighborhood, and because of this may even be more likely to involve themselves in crime (or perhaps a biased judicial system simply convicts more minorities). This whole tangle is self perpetuating, and leads to the stereotype of minorities being dangerous or violence-prone. The same thing is here with the caste system, except to a greater extent. There’s also religion, and perceived social status/dishonor tied into the whole mess.

And you know what? Nothing really excuses the prejudices held by most Sri Lankan people. There are plenty of social pressures and customs which explain it, but not excuse it in my eyes. But you know what else? It’s not the entire picture.

Let me tell you of my Nendamma (aunt), who I met with the day I write this. I’m not sure where to start, so I’ll just mention this and that in the hopes that I can eventually give you the whole picture:

I’m in awe of Nendamma. She meditates every day. Her eyes are large, dark and deep, such that I feel as though an ancient stone statue has opened its eyes and fixed me in its serene gaze. She volunteers often in social work, like counseling cancer patients and working at an orphanage for mentally and physically disabled children. Amma told me of that orphanage before. The children are caked in filth, under-nourished such that a 12 year old looks 5. Their neck muscles are sometimes not strong enough to lift their head, and they are so weak that they have to be carried from place to place. These children have never learned to smile, nor to show affection, and due to their handicaps they are prone to lashing out in fits of anger. When you carry them, they may urinate or defecate on you, simply because they have no control, or because they are not used to the kind contact. To volunteer at such a place is one of the most soul-breaking experiences I can imagine.

Nendamma didn’t tell me of any of this. She just mentioned that she was going to volunteer again soon at the disabled children’s orphanage. Having heard about this place from Amma, I remarked in Sinhalese that volunteering there is very difficult. She genuinely didn’t know what I meant. Amma explained, and Nendamma told me that it was not difficult; that to not volunteer, to do nothing would be difficult. For someone else this would seem like modesty, and like she was deflecting compliments…but Nendamma really meant it.

How do you reconcile such contrasts? Such good people with such petty prejudices? I don’t know my Nendamma’s ideas on race, caste, etc., but my Amma is the same sort of good person, who takes on not just her problems and concerns but that of her entire extended family; gives alms to the poor; still cries two years after the death of her father; has such a big heart that I can only observe her in awe.

Thursday, September 20, 2007

Okay, I just tried to post this, but I don't see it so...

So, today I took my Sinhala oral exam, which together with my written exam brings an end to session 1 of my OCS experience. I've also had the first class for most of my academic courses in session 2: Buddhism (auiditing), Women and gender studies, and art literature and drama. Women and gender studies could be good. Buddhism, unfortunately, is really boring so far. We had a hundred pages or so of an analysis of which parts of the Pali Cannon came before which others and who may have written what. In short, we have learned a great deal ABOUT Buddhism, yet have learned very little of Buddhist doctrine, belief, teachings, etc. I'll keep going though in the hopes that it'll pick up. Art, lit, and drama is really great though. The class is just me and one other student. The professor is (at least officially) retired, and clearly has a passion for the subject and a poet's soul which shines through his considerable academic experience.I've also started some extracurriculars. In Batik (a traditional Sri Lankan style of art and dying), we traced some patterns onto cloth. We'll probably start the dying next time. We also have dance and drumming twice a week. The drumming is very cool, but it's rather hard for me. On the other hand, I'm starting to get the hang of the dancing I think, and the instructor apparently approves of my progress (I've heard through others). He's actually pretty accomplished as a dancer, so much so that he's the one that teaches the president's children, dances in the place of honor in the Perahera (an annual buddhist festival). In any case, the dance looks a bit goofy at first, but has certain similarities to Aikido movements. The fingers of the hands are supposed to be in the closed position though (as opposed to Aikido), so I'm having a great deal of difficulty with that.Speaking of which, I'm not getting much Aikido practice here. I ran through the basic movements once, and in the beginning I was teaching Will Cole some Aikido, but he hasn't asked about it in awhile and I don't want to push him if he's not interested. I'd like to practice breakfalls, but I hesitate to roll around in the grass and mud since my Amma does my laundry (and is a little protective. That's less of an obstacle though.) I MISS AIKIDO! : ( Is it odd that I find myself really wanting a bokken or a katana to swing around? Maybe I should pick a fight with some machungs (Sinhala for "bro" "dude", etc., and having a rowdy reputation).
So, today I took my Sinhala oral exam, which together with my written exam brings an end to session 1 of my OCS experience. I've also had the first class for most of my academic courses in session 2: Buddhism (auiditing), Women and gender studies, and art literature and drama. Women and gender studies could be good. Buddhism, unfortunately, is really boring so far. We had a hundred pages or so of an analysis of which parts of the Pali Cannon came before which others and who may have written what. In short, we have learned a great deal ABOUT Buddhism, yet have learned very little of Buddhist doctrine, belief, teachings, etc. I'll keep going though in the hopes that it'll pick up. Art, lit, and drama is really great though. The class is just me and one other student. The professor is (at least officially) retired, and clearly has a passion for the subject and a poet's soul which shines through his considerable academic experience.

I've also started some extracurriculars. In Batik (a traditional Sri Lankan style of art and dying), we traced some patterns onto cloth. We'll probably start the dying next time. We also have dance and drumming twice a week. The drumming is very cool, but it's rather hard for me. On the other hand, I'm starting to get the hang of the dancing I think, and the instructor apparently approves of my progress (I've heard through others). He's actually pretty accomplished as a dancer, so much so that he's the one that teaches the president's children, dances in the place of honor in the Perahera (an annual buddhist festival). In any case, the dance looks a bit goofy at first, but has certain similarities to Aikido movements. The fingers of the hands are supposed to be in the closed position though (as opposed to Aikido), so I'm having a great deal of difficulty with that.

Speaking of which, I'm not getting much Aikido practice here. I ran through the basic movements once, and in the beginning I was teaching Will Cole some Aikido, but he hasn't asked about it in awhile and I don't want to push him if he's not interested. I'd like to practice breakfalls, but I hesitate to roll around in the grass and mud since my Amma does my laundry (and is a little protective. That's less of an obstacle though.) I MISS AIKIDO! : (
Is it odd that I find myself really wanting a bokken or a katana to swing around? Maybe I should pick a fight with some machungs (Sinhala for "bro" "dude", etc., and having a rowdy reputation).

Backlogged Blog 2

So, I just returned from my 8 day tour of Sri Lanka’s “cultural triangle.” WOW. I was just floored. I got up at 5:30 to get ready, and arrived at the ISLE center for a 7:00 depart. It was a few hour’s drive up to Anuradapura, which was the farthest north we traveled. It was a little more than 200 Km from Jafna, which will be a reassurance to family, and a dissapointment to those friends who were hoping I could join the Sri Lankan civil war for my independent study. No dice.
Anyway, Anuradapura was amazing. We stopped halfway there in a random field full of cows (and cowdung), where our archeologist guides told us about megolithic societies. The connection was apparently that the area was the site of both megalithic and later societies, and was a materials waypoint on the way to Anuradapura. Anyway, we also went to see some nearby megalithic burial sites, reflecting the animistic religion that buddhism supplanted when it arrived in the 3rd century BC.
In Anuradapura, we arrived at our hotel and moved in, had lunch, then went out again to see Mahintale, the first monastery built in Sri Lanka (3rd century BC). I think that despite the grander sites that we saw, this one still moved me the most. It was a series of drip ledge caves carved into the rock (a drip ledge is a sharp chisel line across the top of the cave, such that rain drops from the overhang rather than following the wall inside). It was all very beautiful even in its austerity, and seemed to radiate a sense of serenity.
However, I don’t want to belittle the other sites we saw on our trip. Anuradapura was the first capital of the united Sri Lanka. It still holds the Sri Maha Bodhi, a tree planted from a cutting of the Bodhi tree the Buddha became enlightened under. Right nearby is a magnificent stuppa holding a bodily relic of the Buddha (Ruwanweliseya). (if I can figure out how, I’ll upload some pictures. If not, google image search?). We also saw the “twin ponds”, the moonstone at King Mahasen’s Palace, and went to Abhayagiri Vihara (an old monastary site.) Also in Anuradapura was a carving called “The Lovers.” Some archeologists speculate that it depicts King Dutugemunu’s son, and the low caste maiden he fell in love with and for whom he gave up his claim to the throne.
At Mahintale, there is an ancient stupa, and a pilgrimage place with a precarious ascent to a beautiful overlook of the jungle.
Next, we went to Sigiria, the second capital of Anuradapura. There, we saw an old rock fortress that has to be the most utterly impregnable place…ever. History tells of a certain Sri Lankan king who killed his way to the top. After he killed his father, his brother fled to India, fearing for his life. Before going, he vowed to return with an army to challenge his brother. His brother decided to move his residence (and the capital) to Sigiria, where he constructed this fortress. It’s surrounded by at least one moat and thick walls. Inside of this are three terraces which lead up to the sheer face of a plateau. The first third of the way up, there are stone steps cut into the rock, following which there were only hand and foot niches acending the vertical rock. Today, they have built spiral staircases, but the ascent is still dizzying. 2/3 of the way up, there are murals painted on the rock wall. Evidence suggests that there may have been 500 or more figures drawn there at one time, but today all but 23 have been washed away. The ones that remain are magnificent, and ancient poetry to to their beauty is carved into the “mirror wall” which faces them (about 1,500 bits of poetry and prose!). We didn’t climb all the way to the top, because there were killer wasps living there whose sting can cause excrutiating pain, brain damage, and death. They’re agitated by loud noise and vibration, and since some idiot German tourists were up there singing at the top of their lungs, we decided not to test our luck. It’s too bad though, because at the top is the citidel, which lies between two carved, giant lions paws. In any case, I doubt the brother who fled to India took this place by force.
Also in Sigiria: more monastic sites, more stuppas, and a giant standing Buddha constructed in a later age (10th or 12th century I think).
The last place we went is Polunaruwa, which was also the capital during the middle ages (10th and 12th century). Here, we saw one last stupa, the ruins of a large buddhist monastary, “the sage”, the inner citidel at Polunaruwa, the lotus pond, and a site (gal vihara) with 3 huge Buddhas (one seated, one standing, one reclining).
This entire trip was magnificent.
Our regular matierial culture course teacher is recovering from a pacemaker operation, so we haven’t actually had any of those classes yet. This whole field trip was for that class though, so we have to come up with a paper topic based on the trip. I think I’m going to do mine comparing the Buddha’s teachings on the importance of non-attachment to bodies, things, etc. to the physical, material representations of that religion (huge stupas, grand monuments, worship of the Buddha’s bodily relics, etc.).

Monday, September 17, 2007

Weekend in Nuwara Eliya

Okay, I've got Backlogged Blog 2 on my flashdrive, but technology here is sketchy, and it's not reading it. I'll keep trying, and post that when I can. It's about my Northern Tour. In the meantime, Here's what I did over the weekend!

So a bunch of people from my program were planning on going to Nuwara Eliya over the weekend, and leaving right after Sinhala class. Originally I wasn't going to go with them, but on the spur of the moment, I decided to join them. Let me tell you, I'm really glad I did, because it was an awesome trip.Nuwara Eliya is about 2 or 3 hours from Kandy, and in terms of elevation is the highest city in Sri Lanka. The drive there was quite simply the most beautiful view I've ever seen. There are steep, rolling hills hundreds of feet high, draped in a lush green jungle. Waterfalls tumble down the cliffs into the lake at the vally floor, and sunshine beams down through wispy clouds. When people imagine paridise, this is what it looks like.The city of N.E. is a bit different, but every bit as interesting. In Sri Lanka it's sometimes called "mini-England." For one thing, it's downright chilly. A strong wind constantly assails you, and the clouds rolling through the streets at ground level bring occasional spells of rain. It feels as though the entire city rests on the edge of a storm that never quite hits.
The People:People dart around the streets bundled up in knit caps and coats. As in the rest of Sri Lanka, people are absolutely tickled when you speak to them in Sinhala, and knowing even a tiny bit of the language opens a lot of doors. Warm clothes especially are super cheap in NE, and the same fleece pullover that you buy for $60 in a US department store can be bought for $6.50 here. On the whole, my interactions with people were really positive, and left me with a great feeling.
Sri Lanka does have a problem when it comes to women though. Young and/or unmarried men are in the habit of cat-calling and sexually harassing women (especially young women). The problem is much worse for foriegners, because the media portrays western women as being sexually uninhibited. On this trip, it was just Will Cole, me, and 7 women, so we all had to be really vigilant to make sure nothing worse than cat-calling happened.
One time some of the others were buying some dresses in from a street vendor in an allyway, and some slightly-rough looking young men were hanging around at the entrance to the ally. I ended up striking up a conversation with them, and everything turned out okay, but I definately didn't feel safe (and when they asked what hotel we were staying at, I said I didn't remember).
Other things:On the whole, the NE experience was really positive though. For instance, some other young people met us on the street while we were walking to lunch. They told us about a "Fun Fair" that was going on at the nearby "American school." After arriving, we found out that it was a non-profit vocational school for Sri Lankan students who didn't get into Universities, and they were having an activity where they all designed and executed a business venture. Western music was being played through a sound system in the driveway, and we all bought tickets to a haunted house. It was really good! We also met the director of the place, who was a really friendly Canadian man there with his family. He invited us to teach there for a semester, if we were so inclined.That night we stayed at "The Princess" hotel, and got two rooms for $17 each. It was pretty cold, but we all managed alright. We were going to go for a hike to Worlds End in the morning, but when we got up at 6 it was raining, so we all 9 of us combined our blankets, climbed into bed together, and snoozed for another 2 hours. When we woke up, we had cookies and crackers for breakfast. It was wonderful. Later on, we went to a tea estate, and drank some free tea. Nice.
Hey, Sri Lanka is pretty cheap, so if you want me to bring something home for you, put in your request. Possibilities include (but totally aren't limited to) Sarongs (skirts for men!), dresses (if you tell me your size), cold weather wear, batik (a style of dying clothing or art), knick knacks, a thumb drive (a bit cheaper here than in the states), tea...a monkey. Y'know, whatever you want. No promises, but I'll see what I can do.

Backlogged blogs 1

Well, sorry I haven't been more regular about posting. Internet access has been sporadic here. Anyway, I'm about to start an 8 day tour of Sri Lanka's "cultural triangle," which consists of Anuradapura, Sigiria, and Pulunaruwa. I'm sure I'll have a lot to say when I get back. In any case, my stay with my host family has been really good. In the beginning, I think we were sort of sounding each other out. I was being really careful not to offend them with cultural mistakes, etc. Anyway, things are a little freer now, and we can joke with each other a bit. My Amma is really nice. She tries to avoid force feeding me food (which is a difficult thing for her to resist doing, culturally). My Appachi is quieter, but very nice.
I also had the oportunity to meet loku maama (older uncle), who's a doctor. He speaks really good english, and taught me how to fake my way through Sinhalese using english. Basically, you say the noun, followed by the verb to make the sentence structure similar to Sinhalese. Like: "Ball eka throw karanne," or "butterfly eka look karanna" eka means "the" and karanne means "do". So basically its Singlish. The equivalent of "I want to go to el hospital."
Almost every educated person in Sri Lanka is bilingual with english. The first two years of college here, the classes are taught in English. It's a little humbling, considering how much trouble I'm having with sinhalese. It's amazing how much I've learned in a week and a half though. Our professor really knows how to teach a language.
what we've done in short: Gone to 2 orphanages, seen elephants, gone to the temple of the tooth (aka maligawa. Google it. It's awesome.), seen another temple carved into the rock, gone into Kandy.
Also, my laptop needs to stop giving me electrical shocks. It's supposed to work with 240 volts, but there's definately too much current running through it, and if I plug it in it becomes like an electric fence. Needless to say, I won't plug it in until that's fixed.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

My first week...Continued

Okay, so to continue...

We started Sinhala class the day after we arrived (and have it every day thereafter except Sun.) We met our host families Sunday. My host mother (henceforth, Amma, Sinhalese for mother) and Appachi (the upcountry Sinhalese word for father) are both nice. My Amma works as an english teacher at a local girls school, and my Appachi does scientific research. They're both on vacation until early Sept.

In any case, we all met our families and had tea. It was a little awkward, but as I said, they're really nice.

Ah, I need to go. More later.

Friday, August 31, 2007

Arrival

Okay, so I've been here a week, and let me tell you, that's really hard to believe. I've only got a little time, but I'll try to be thorough and start from the beginning. (Therefore, I may not get to everything).

So. I spent Tuesday night with Ben (my brother) in Boston. It was an awesome time, and we had sushi, beer, and sake together. Sweet.
I woke up at 8:00 or so Wednesday morning, and met two other ISLE students plus the coordinator at Logan. Together, we flew to Chicago to meet the rest of the program. The adventures started right away for some people, because their flight was delayed in getting to Chicago, so they arrived 10 minutes too late to join up with the rest of us on our flight to London; of course we spent half an hour on taxing around and waiting, so...well.

Anyway, we took off for London at 7:00 or so, and the flight seemed excruciatingly long. I didn't bring a book, and I can't sleep on planes, so it was a lot of me being tired, and studying the Sinhalese alphabet. Wheeee!

We arrived in London early the next day, and spent most of that day kicking around the airport. I got about an hour of sleep, and after that I was feeling much better.

The next flight was a straight shot from London to Columbo, Sri Lanka. I had the good fortune of sitting next to a buddhist monk for that leg of the journey, which was really cool. We talked about a good number of things, many of which were quite thought provoking and I'll definitely be thinking on them during my stay here. He was the head of his order, and had just returned from a trip to a US monastery. In any case, if you're interested in hearing more about that, I may post once I've had a chance to digest what he said. He asked me not to repeat what he said, at least not attached to his name, because some of it was outside of the mainstream buddhist thought. He told me that if I find that it's agreeing with my philosophy, and it becomes what I think, I could of course tell other people about what I think.

The foood and service on Air Sri Lanka is awesome, btw.

We arrived in Colombo at about 6:00. I hadn't slept again, and they wouldn't let us sleep until the nighttime. We met our driver and the program director (who's basically an exact replica of Roger Jackson, but Sri Lankan [or perhaps Indian?]) at the airport. They presented us with lei's and we drove out into the city. My first impression of Columbo: barbed wire and crows. Everywhere. Crows swarm the city like pidgeons in Western cities, and barbed wire seems to be the "white picket fence" of Colombo. Police and road blocks were everywhere. For those of you that don't know, Columbo is the capital, and as such it's a big target for the tamil tigers. In any case, we just passed through on the way to Kandy, our final destination. We ate rambutans on the way, stopped for tea, and I fell gratefully into bed at 8:30 at a hotel in Kandy.

We stayed there for the next couple of days, then moved in with our families.

Gotta go. Post!

Monday, August 20, 2007

Forgive the unimaginative title, but I have no idea what my time in Sri Lanka is going to be like, and I'd like to avoid putting unnecessary labels on what may come. I can say that I'm looking forward to it with great anticipation though.
I'm leaving in two days. My whole summer, and especially the last week has been a bustle activity. I've been running around trying to pack, see friends and say goodbyes, and sleeping far too little. Unfortunately, that's taken it's toll, and I've got a nasty head cold. Here's hoping I can kick it in two days!
Anyway, I'm sure I'll have much more to say once I get to Sri Lanka. I expect to be updating this blog every week or so.
Feel free to comment!