Train of the Sri Lankan Dead

I was looking forward to travelling across Sri Lanka by train as much as I’m looking forward to the new Ghostbusters remake with all those fat chicks in it. After three lengthy rides in overcrowded and uncomfortable buses, I thought the nine-and-a-half journey from Batticaloa to Combo would be as much fun as having afternoon … Continue reading Train of the Sri Lankan Dead

Batti Boy

Trincomalee was a tropical oasis where the biggest problem I had was working out which beer to have with my dinner. And then I went and fucked it all up. One of the women at my hotel took a liking to me, and after serving me extra large portions at dinner to let me know … Continue reading Batti Boy