Well that didn't go exactly as planned

I arrived at the bus stand in Kandy to find about 300 people in line and literally no buses. I waited an hour, getting mildly frantic, calling various advising-type people, and decided (on the advice of the nice guy behind me in line) to take a trishaw to Colombo.

Yes: a trishaw. Usually this is a three-hour bus ride. We found a willing guy (who, surprisingly enough, didn't think we were bonkers) and set out. We saw pretty lanterns, lots of free-food-booths, picturesque lighted temples, crowds of gawkers, and most prominently, the taillights of ten bajillion other vehicles. I haven't got a lot of time right now, but let's just say: seven hours later and with a hanky tied over my face bandit-style, I finally made it to a friend's house, where I downed a large whiskey and collapsed into bed. This, I think, is an adventure I will remember a long time. More later... after my 12 hour bus to Jaffna. Tonight we will ride!

I crack myself up sometimes.