Sober in Sri Lanka

After a few days scratching around the grimiest backstreets Sri Lanka has to offer, today I finally got to take a refreshing dip in the calm, blue waters of the Bay of Bengal. I’ve set up camp in Trincomalee, a seemingly endless stretch of golden sand fringed by swaying palms. There are certainly worse places … Continue reading Sober in Sri Lanka

Hell Bus

Sri Lanka's known for lots of things. Extreme poverty. Hot curries. The exotic bowling style of Muttiah Muralitharan. The country is not, however, know for having a great public transport system. That's because it's a load of shit, and getting from Point A to Point B is as difficult as explaining the theory of relativity … Continue reading Hell Bus

“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?”