Sri Lanka : Part 7 (Sigiriya)

As I jumped on the bus, and the driver’s assistant grabbed my bag, I took a polite mini head-bow, said the word Sigiriya, and with a customary head bobble, I knew I was on the right bus, and would not be missing my stop. This was the point in my trip when the...

Sri Lanka : Part 6 (Monkeys and Gin)

The sun came up early the next morning, and I was out of bed before seven. As soon as I got to the driving school, Bandula’s wife had breakfast laid out. Bandula invited me to the back and again we ate together. As we finished up he introduced me to his student...