The King Coconut

Even in late December, Sri Lanka was hot. Walking around the urban areas of Colombo and Kandy meant dragging ourselves through the thick humid air, squeezing in between so many bodies pushing through the narrow sidewalk space. Biking around Anuradhapura and hiking up Sigiria and Adam’s peak (posts to come!), sweat was pouring out of us much like the athletes in those gross gatorade commercials where the sweat comes out orange.

No need to carry around a bottle of anything to rehydrate, though, because the King Coconut is for sale all across the island for a mere $0.15 – $0.25. We bought them off of street vendors, snack shacks, wholesale fruit stalls, even off guys who would hack one off for us from the bunches of the coconuts tied onto the back of their bicycles.

With a few skilled chops of a machete, a vendor would hand over the coconut and wait as we chugged it standing. (Check out this clip Amy took of a vendor in Colombo:

Slightly sweet, mildly tangy, so watery.

Slightly sweet, mildly tangy, so watery. Taking a biking break at a produce stand in Anuradhapura.

I just love her huge smile.

Friendly, smiley coconut vendor.

Sometimes after guzzling all the liquid out of the coconut, the vendor would split the shell for us, giving us access to the white, mild, jelly-like flesh.

A shard of shell served as my spoon.

A shard of shell was my spoon.

The perfect pick-me-up pit-stop, we’d be on our way, electrolytes replenished.

Amy, inexplicably, is not a fan.

Amy, inexplicably, is not a fan.

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Sri Lankan Moonstones

Unique to Sri Lanka, moonstones are placed at the bottom of staircases and temple entrances -kind of like welcome mats – except they are granite slabs and beautifully carved with animal figures and foliage, each representing something significant according to Sinhalese buddhist tradition.


The moonstone above is placed at the entrance of the Seema Malaka temple, a structure that sits on Beira Lake. Its a calm little structure in the middle of the excitement of Colombo’s chaos – we headed there after visiting the large, eclectic compound of the Gangaramaya temple. The petals that my heat-swollen toes are standing on are from the lotus flower: a buddhist symbol of compassion and purity of mind.

Seema Makala (Colombo)

Seema Makala (Colombo)

Seema Malaka (Colombo)

Seema Malaka and the Bodhi tree (Colombo)

The National Museum in Colombo (totally worth the $2.50 entrance fee) had a brief informational nook on moonstones, explaining the symbolic meaning of the four mammals depicted on one of the concentric bands. They represent the four perils of life: elephant: birth, bull: decay, lion; disease, horse: death.

Erik and a moonstone in ruins of ancient Anuradhapura

Erik and a moonstone in ruins of ancient Anuradhapura

Anuradhapura Moonstone

Anuradhapura Moonstone


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Arrival in Colombo

Writing a post on our two weeks on Sri Lanka is a daunting task. I just can’t do justice to what it was like coming from iced-over Amman to step into the landscape bursting with green, to see bodies of water everywhere. The air was so warm and humid my fingers and toes plumped up like the sweet stumpy bananas we snacked on throughout the trip. The Sri Lankans we met were so quick to smile, so easy to laugh, and so friendly and open, it took a while to cast the hardened cynicism aside and remember that people can be kind.

Mostly, though, it was great because I had my brother and sister with me throughout the entire exploration vacation.

David Sedaris writes these sassy, funny, touching stories about his family that I’ve been a fan of since I was introduced to his writing in high school. When I read this latest piece, I LOL’d, nodding at the following line because it puts into words so perfectly how I feel about my siblings:

…though I’ve often lost faith in myself, I’ve never lost it in my family, in my certainty that we are fundamentally better than everyone else. It’s an archaic belief, one that I haven’t seriously reconsidered since my late teens, but still I hold it. Ours is the only club I’d ever wanted to be a member of…

After spending a week with Erik in Jordan, we met up with Amy, the third member of our club, at the Kuwait airport before catching our flight to Colombo. We had a four hour layover from Amman, and Kuwait Air kindly provided us with an all-you-can-eat buffet to nourish us/help us kill the time. Of course we were perhaps a little too excited about this “perk” but in any case are now loyal Kuwait Air passengers.

It was a 5 hour red eye flight from Kuwait City to Colombo, the capital of Sri Lanka. Flights are frequent, although not exactly cheap, between Sri Lanka and the Middle East to serve the many Sri Lankans who work as nannies and domestic workers in the region.

My first thought on Sri Lanka was how good the bathrooms at the airport smell: they use jasmine and sandalwood soap that leave just the right amount of lingering fragrance. The visa process was quick and painless enough, as we bought ours online for $30 before arrival, and after walking through a corridor of duty-free goods – big screen TVs, refrigerators, ovens, heating units, all draped in red Christmas tinsel! – we met our airport pickup. We checked in to the clean and friendly Clock Inn, and they let us in to our room 6 hours before official check-in time. We powered through a quick nap before heading out in search of a Sri Lankan breakfast.

Spicy breakfast of red rice, potato curry, seeni sambol (sweet, tangy, spicy onion chutney) and pol sambol (shredded coconut with lime and chili).

Cheap, spicy breakfast of red rice, potato curry, seeni sambol (sweet, tangy, spicy onion chutney) and pol sambol (shredded coconut with lime and chili).

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Labneh Jerashia

On the road from Jerash to Amman there is a small corner shop that sells tasty local olive oil and olives, cheeses, spice mixtures and sauces – we stopped on our way back from hiking to Pella and I picked up a big bottle of olive oil for $4 and jar of homemade cheese for $3.

Jordanians go nuts for tangy dairy products and eat just about anything with a side of plain yogurt. The simple labneh cheese is also super popular: the eyeball-sized, spreadable spheres made of salty cow’s milk are eaten for breakfast or as a snack throughout the day.

I like my labneh from Jerash with a round of the super cheap flatbread ($0.35 for a little over 2 lbs – thanks to government subsidies), dipped in olive oil from Ajloun and sprinkled with the ubiquitous, versatile za’atar spice mix. My favorite za’atar has sumac added in with the rest of the mix, usually containing toasted seseme seeds, thyme, marjoram, oregano, a bit of salt.

Olive oil, bread, labneh, and za'atar: the perfect snack.

Olive oil, bread, labneh, and za’atar: the perfect snack.

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The Abraham Path: Beit Yedis to Pella

Snowstorms in the desert. Erik’s travel across the whole of Jordan despite the ice, meter of snow, and scared, dangerous drivers. The McAdams 3 adventure through Sri Lanka. Laura’s first rock climbing experience in the wild. AMENDS conference in Istanbul. Snorkeling the Red Sea with an old college buddy. Getting to know my aunt over hooka and coffee with cardamom. So much has happened since my last post, it is hard to know how to start. I guess I’ll begin with the freshest happening: a hike in the north.

A friend I met through work is, each weekend, walking a leg of the Abraham Path, a long-distance, international trek. It is more of a symbolic trek; there is no real evidence that Abraham walked in these specific areas. This Friday I decided to tag along with him and his three American friends: some previous Fulbrighters to Jordan, all had studied Arabic in the country at some point and were now working for various NGOs in Amman.

Topographical printouts and directions in hand, we set out for Beit Yedis, a village somewhere north of Ajloun so small, most of the dozens of locals we asked for directions had never heard of it. (Typical directions given: um… go straight, straight, straight. After that, go straight.)

A couple of entertaining detours and three hours later, we parked the car in the town’s central square, bought some junk food, and headed out on our walk, tramping through rocky tilled fields and crunchy asphalt paths. Along the trail we saw something labeled the “Jesus Cave” with an old olive press inside (apparently I did not deem it spectacular enough for a photo) and a field with Jordanian families picnic-ing and enjoying the unseasonably warm weather. After checking out the ruins of an old Byzantine church (complete with mosaics hidden under the dust that I seriously should have deemed worth of a photo) we began the hike in earnest.

Pella hike

I had heard tales that northern Jordan blooms in the spring, but I never quite believed it until I saw it.


We scrambled down the side of the hill into the valley below. I don’t think any one of us managed to get down without taking a tumble or two.

Pre-scramble down...

Pre-scramble down…

...into the valley below.

…into the valley below.

10 kilometers of beautiful, quiet countryside and one cowfarm later, we arrived at Pella just in time for sunset.

Photo courtesy of the internet: by now I have Roman-ruin fatigue and shrugged my shoulders at the site.

Photo courtesy of the internet: by now I have Roman-ruin fatigue and just shrugged my shoulders at the site, not bothering to pull out my camera.

We caught a ride back to Beit Yedis from Pella for 1JD each in one of those green Hyundai vans that are so common in areas where there is no public transportation, and drove back home for a huge feast of Yemeni food: flat bread as wide in diameter as car tires, a large platter heaped with rice and spiced meats, skillets of mashed tomatoes and stewed broad beans, and a heavy bowl of banana-flavored, creamy oatmeal-like grain, topped with honey.

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