Yala in July 2025 was a family affair: three generations packed into one safari jeep, one long lens, and a park that did not make us wait. The elephants came to us.
We rolled through the scrub in an open-top jeep, camera at the ready, everyone scanning a different window. The park was dry and golden in July, which makes the waterholes the place to be, for the animals and for us.
Between sightings you bounce along red-dust tracks and count peacocks until the next radio crackle. It never gets old. Pair Yala with the south coast: our Galle stop is a couple of hours down the road.