Stumbling my way through the airport, juggling my travellers backpack, a 23kg suitcase and a sea of travel documents, I was filled with 75% excitement, and 25% nerves. Not only was this the furthest I've ever travelled, it was also my first time going away solo from family and friends. After bombing down the motorway to Heathrow before turning round and bombing back at twice the speed to Gatwick (my bad) I somehow managed to get there 4 hours early, and spent most of it bored out my mind and eager to board. 13 hours of flying and 0 hours of sleep later we landed in Colombo, and luckily it didn't take long to get through immigration and other such exciting things you unfortunately have to do at airports, so I was able to meet up with the coordinator for the project and the group of about 16 other volunteers who had landed at roughly the same time as me. Then it was straight onto a 3 hour bus ride to Ambalangoda, a rural seaside town in the south of Sri Lanka. The rest of day 1...