Peace. Gratitude. Joy.

My friends’ Sri Lankan hospitality has been nothing but humbling, heart-melting and all-encompassing. Today they send me off with a traditional farewell ceremony. When I bowed my red-ochre-dotted forehead into the rice, three rice grains stuck to it. Customarily this means I will have three children – and I do, and now that I’m sitting…

Quilombo* in Colombo

The early morning drive to the airport feels surreal – my time  in India more like a dream. Once more I get the opportunity to observe traditional village life and routines from my taxi’s window: Old guys dragging themselves into the day wearing not much more than the traditional loin cloth. Guys’ conglomerations slurping chai…

Amma’s Ashram

The 2.5 hours train trip from Thirandrum to Karunagappaly went almost disappointingly smooth. After all the adventurous and tumultuous Indian train stories I had come across, my awesome travel friend Cat and I were prepared for the worst – only to find ourselves with ample space, remarkably clean toilets and chai and sweets vendors passing…