I have definitely let this slide. I’ve travelled thousands of miles, spent month and months saving towards an adventure, desperate to rid myself of the trivial commodities, wanting to explore, take photographs and write about it along the way. Instead I’ve ended up back in a routine (albeit an incredibly picturesque tropical island routine), sleeping, working, eating, drinking. I don’t know if it’s been a good thing having so much time to get my head straight or if all this time has meant I’ve over thought and over worked my head so that my brain is more wonky than it was before? I asked myself the other (particularly low) day if it was my first or my last week here, would I be living like this? The answer was no. So I spent the day in bed, napping, listening to suitably depressing music and eating kit kats. The next day I got up early, walked on the beach, swam, ate well, cycled, went to work with a new enthusiasm, had fun, ate more good food, had some good conversations, told a rude person to fuck off and had an early night. Then I bought an incredibly good book and spent the morning at a beautifully secluded part of the beach. I need to absolutely keep this up for my last few weeks in Sri Lanka. And the rest of my life I suppose.