2025 – Sri Lanka Trip – Day 7.

Day 7 – A Day of Surprises and Serendipity.

She Said:

Sri Lanka – Day 7: Full Moon, Biking Adventures, and Unexpected Gifts.
 
Our last full day in Sri Lanka started with a blessing—literally.
It was a Full Moon, and here, every Full Moon is a big deal. It’s a two-day holiday for everyone—not just Buddhists but every other religion too.
Now, that’s inclusiveness at its finest.
 
First on the agenda was the Dambulla Temple Caves, the holiest place for Buddhism in Sri Lanka.
This isn’t just a tourist stop—it’s been a sanctuary of worship and meditation for over 2,000 years.
Think 150 statues, each with its own unique pose and expression, nestled in five intricate caves. The fresco-covered ceilings, painted with natural pigments, tell stories of Buddhist teachings, royal patronage, and celestial wonders. It’s jaw-dropping stuff.
 
Since it was a Full Moon celebration, the place was alive with locals dressed in white, families coming to worship, and tourists like us soaking in the atmosphere.
The energy was electric, and for me, it felt so much more real than a regular temple visit.
 
Yoni, my ever-patient partner, endured the crowds with admirable quiet, even managing to find the Bodhi tree—a cutting from the actual Bodhi tree Buddha sat under. Needless to say, it became his favorite spot.
 
After exploring the caves, we strolled down to the Golden Buddha Temple below. Watching the locals weave spirituality into their daily lives was beautiful—a reminder that faith isn’t just about ancient relics but living traditions.
 
Next, we ventured to the mystical forest of Ritigala.
Centuries ago, this was a monastery where monks sought solitude and nature’s embrace. It’s easy to see why.
As we walked through shaded paths, surrounded by silence broken only by rustling leaves and bird calls, I felt like we’d stepped into another world.

Legend has it that this forest holds medicinal plants dropped by Hanuman, the Monkey God, during his quest to save Lakshman. The place felt magical, and even with more visitors due to the Full Moon, the hushed reverence was palpable.
 
Our official tour ended there—or so we thought.
Life had one last surprise for us. Roshan, our guide, received the sad news that his uncle had passed away. He needed to visit his family but, in true Sri Lankan hospitality, offered to drop us at Polonnaruwa, a site not on our itinerary but one of the most famous ancient cities in the country.
How could we say no?
 
Polonnaruwa was massive and utterly breathtaking.
With only two hours to explore, we rented bikes to zip between the key spots.
Now, let me tell you, I’ve lived in Amsterdam for 20 years, but I’ve never been a big fan of biking. My excuse? “My body’s just not built for it.”
But muscle memory kicked in, and there I was, pedaling away on an old, rusty bike like a pro.
 
Yoni and I turned into kids again, laughing and racing through the ruins, marveling at The Citadel, The Palace, and the ancient religious sites.
Watching modern worship unfold alongside these ancient relics was a humbling experience—proof that the past and present can beautifully coexist.
 
As the sun set, Roshan picked us up, and we began the two-hour drive back to our hotel. Along the way, he took us to a hidden gem of a home restaurant.
Picture this: a firewood kitchen churning out the most delicious traditional buffet we’d had the entire trip. The food was so abundant and flavorful, it made every other meal pale in comparison.
We couldn’t even finish a third of what was offered!
Stuffed, tired, and utterly content, we finally made it back to the hotel. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for the non-stop gifts the day had brought—each one more magical than the last.
 
Tomorrow, we’ll relax at the hotel before heading to Colombo for our flight home. But one thing’s for sure:
2025 is starting with some incredible memories from this special, unforgettable country. 

He Said:

Today was supposed to be one of those days where I just power through – temples and archaeological sites, my two least favorite things (right after cities). 

But Sri Lanka had other plans… and it turned out to be one of the most magical days of the trip.

The day started with a visit to a cave temple. Not my thing. Dark, humid, and full of statues that all started looking the same after the first five minutes. But I survived.

Then, we went to an ancient monastery that had been swallowed by the jungle and hidden for over a thousand years. And that… that was something else. Not so much the ruins themselves, but the whole experience of walking through the dense forest, the absolute peace of the place, and the way the monkeys seemed to be running the show. It felt like stepping into a lost world, untouched and serene.

Now, here’s where the day took an unexpected turn. Our guide, Roshan, got news that his uncle had passed away the night before. He wanted to visit his family, who lived about 90 km away, and asked if we’d be okay tagging along. He said he’d drop us somewhere “special” for two hours while he spent time with his relatives. We had no idea what to expect but said yes.

And wow, did we luck out.

He dropped us at a massive archaeological site – a former royal palace from almost 2,000 years ago. But instead of just wandering around on foot, we rented bicycles and spent two hours cycling through this enormous, tree-lined park, hopping from one ruin to another, weaving through ancient stupas and crumbling walls. It was full moon, a huge day for Buddhists, so the place was filled with people dressed in white, monks in orange, and – of course – monkeys who seemed completely unimpressed by it all.

The whole experience was breathtaking – just the right mix of adventure, history, and pure joy of movement.

To top it off, we ended the day with a real home made Sri Lankan feast – over 30 different types of curry in an all-you-can-eat buffet. Every single dish was bursting with flavor, and we left completely stuffed and happy.

Now, back in the room, exhausted and satisfied. A long bath, then sleep.

Tomorrow is a slow day – just relaxing at the hotel until the evening when Roshan will take us for one last dinner before the four-hour drive to the airport. Almost time to say goodbye to Sri Lanka… but not just yet.

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