Leaving Lanka

I was never meant to end up in Sri Lanka, and wouldn’t have if not for a series of unusual events. I met a girl, cancelled my flight home to be with her, and when things didn't work out I was left with no ticket back to Australia, and no burning desire to go there … Continue reading Leaving Lanka

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

“Hello sir! Where you from? Where you going?”

I had a few too many bottles of Lion beer last night, so when I woke up this morning I was both hungover and very confused. I thought I was still in Europe, and stumbled outside to grab myself something delicious from a bakery. I didn’t take long for my confusion to subside. “Hello sir! … Continue reading “Hello sir! Where you from? Where you going?”

A Wanker in Sri Lanka

And so, after spending many lifetimes in Europe, I find myself in Sri Lanka. From the frozen tundra of Estonia to the white peaks of Slovakia, and the rocky peaks of Montenegro to the clear blue waters of Greece, now I’m surrounded by palm trees, curry, and annoying little men trying to sell me shit … Continue reading A Wanker in Sri Lanka