The first thing that strikes you about Sri Lanka is the overwhelming lushness of it all. Gazing down from a descending aeroplane, a thick, verdant blanket coats the entire island, from the dramatic, mist-laden peaks of the evocatively named Knuckles Massif, falling away into gentle parallel ridges as the Central Highlands merge with the lower elevations of the coastal plains. On the ground, vegetation threatens to gobble up the world—roadside shacks are routinely and effectively dismantled by creeping vines, their roofs crumbling into the red earth; while banyan trees dot the landscape, their aerial roots dangling downwards to erect entire forests over the ages. All of this is to say that Sri Lanka is a bona fide biodiversity hotspot, with over 400 species of birds and 100 species of freshwater fish calling the island home.
In his 1977 anthology The View from Serendip, British science-fiction writer Arthur C Clarke, who lived in Sri Lanka for 52 years until his death, wrote, “Sri Lanka is a small universe; it contains as many variations of culture, scenery and climate as some countries a dozen times its size.”
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