The enduring picture of luxury travel is one of slickness; clean, sophisticated, subtle. It is a world of perfection, of crafting; an image not just of style, but of styling. Every surprise is planned; every moment is measured. Nothing is uncertain. There are no unknowns. It is perfect.
And perfection is boring.
Sri Lanka must then be the opposite of luxury. It is loud, colourful, badly planned, and rough around the edges. It certainly isn’t boring. Serendip, an early name, has itself been lent to the accidental pleasure of the unplanned.
And the unplanned can’t be repeated. It’s unique. And what is more valued than the truly unique?
Absolute luxury is to enjoy what no one else can ever have.