Badulla, Sri Lanka
In the morning, before breakfast, I headed out to explore a bit of the plantation surrounding the bungalow. It was a couple hours past sunrise, but as I headed down the hill, through the fields of tea, the sun just cracked the skyline opposite the ravine, casting all the green tea leaves gold. There I stood the lone white guy, in the middle of Sri Lanka, in the middle of a field surrounded by the glow of the morning. I drew deep breaths of tea and damp earth wh...