Sri Lanka - A Technicolour Paradise
Sri Lanka hits the eyes first - and not gently.
The buses are screaming monstrosities on wheels. Airbrushed saints and buddhas piled up on the dash, pumping music drowning out the revs, a disco on two axles. Tuk-tuks dart around them like metallic beetles. The ocean is that deep chrome blue you’d swear was fake until the heat tells you it isn’t. On the roadside, bold brown dirt next to trees green as bottle glass.
Head inland and the green gets disciplined - it’s tea country. Tea bushes ripple like corduroy, the rows crisp and parallel.
The island of Sri Lanka is coloured like saturated filmstock - no filter needed, no apology offered.
But walk thirty steps and the perfect postcard shows a mistake.
On a beach that looks like a brochure, the wrong glitter shows up: red and green bottle caps, snack wrappers, cigarette butts, strings of plastic. The waves keep delivering. Every surge is a courier - of shells, driftwood, and a hundred pieces of tiny plastic.
Sri Lanka can be pure technicolor beauty, but lower your eyes and paradise has crumbs on its shirt.
You can blame the tourists, and some do. A million arrivals a year, a few million plastic bottles of water. Bins exist, they overflow. What can a guest do? You don’t dump your trash on the roadside. You refill your bottle. You say no to the little plastic bag that is offered with your coffee.
But then you take a bus or train, and witness locals flinging their plastic waste out of the windows without second thought. Or see shop owners dump their rubbish bins in the water drains out the back. Sure, all countries in Asia struggle with waste in some form, but it’s heartbreaking seeing it happening to such a beautiful gem in the Indian Ocean.
The island is not ruined. It’s smudged. Smudges can be cleaned, but only if you stop making new ones while you scrub the old. But is Sri Lanka at risk of killing the reason why the tourist dollars flow in?
