Two’s Company

Boarding the plane to Hong Kong instead of Abu Dhabi was a slight disappointment, as Two’s Company had been looking forward to relaxing in the sun for the next five days. However, on a more serious note, it’s very sad that the world yet again finds itself in turmoil. With the incident off the coast of Sri Lanka the evening before our departure, it truly makes you understand how close adversity is to all of us, no matter where in the world you travel. The moment you touch down

All aboard another TukTuk! Getting in is one thing, but getting out is quite another, at least for one half of Two’s Company. Once he’s in, he’s in; we’ll leave the rest to your imagination. Zipping through the streets of North East Colombo to the local Buddhist temple was thrilling. Shoes off, the floor felt warm. While the cobbles played havoc with our ankles, the marble was joyous—almost caressing the soles of our feet. The grand, ornate stairs led us to the first floor, w

The road south was a welcome reprieve from the "Wacky Races" of Colombo, a city where you half-expected Dick Dastardly and Muttley to veer out of an alleyway and scupper your route at any moment. The expressway offered a two-lane haven of relative sanity, though the rare police checkpoints served as a sobering reminder of the country’s underbelly, where drugs and weapons move silently along these arteries. However, we weren't stopped, so we surrendered to "Sri Lankan time" th

It was the early hours when we touched down in Colombo, Sri Lanka – Two’s Company had landed at last, months after our initial trip was scuppered by storm weather.   Warm? That doesn’t cut it. You know that feeling when you step out of a plane’s air-conditioned bubble and wham it slaps you square in the face? Thick, humid, dense air that tells you you’re a million miles from home. Colombo was exactly that, warm, heavy and as we pushed through immigration and customs, so clear