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In Sri Lanka, trains chug up misty mountains, mopeds weave past peacocks in paddy fields, and men in colourful sarongs pedal along dusty beach roads. There’s a rhythm to island life: the clatter of kottu being chopped on hotplates, tuk-tuk horns, technicolour buses blaring music and flashing like ‘90s discos.
For visitors, beach days melt into sunset Lion beers or arrack sours on wooden terraces stretching over clear waters, sea turtles bobbing below. Mornings spent hiking through emerald…
