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Bustin’ the Tunes
Taking public transport is always one of the best ways to get a feel for a place. On buses, trains and trams across the world, I’ve had fun, enlightening, bizarre and scary experiences. Some of my most memorable were on my trip to Sri Lanka just before Chrimble. One journey, in particular, I intend to incorporate […] -
Galle and the Chinese
“Bloody bastard,” hissed Kapilla. It was hardly surprising. He’d driven me 70 miles in his tuk-tuk from the southern tip of Sri Lanka’s east coast to Colombo’s Bandaranaike airport, it had taken the best part of five hours, he had the return journey to look forward to, and he’d just found out he had been […] -
Captain Ratna’s Tea
Captain Ratna spotted me in the underpass on Sri Dalada Veediya. Minutes off a bus from the north, I’d wiggled through the rabble on the corner of Kandy’s Market Street before ducking into the cool underground. The big hand on the Ismail clock tower was somewhere past midday. I know that’s when he saw me, […]
