I think it was all the Dutch courage I drank last night and the subsequent hangover I felt this morn that got me out of bed and into the truck. Judging by the way the inside of my head felt, I knew I could handle whatever those Colombo drivers would throw at me!
|Our mission: photograph what we could before security showed up.|
|I would kill to "liberate" these signs.|
I was starting to feel a little bit cocky behind the wheel so we explored a bit. Nice for G to be able sit back and scope out things for once instead of always driving. We had to find a gas station and we did, near "Inner Flower Lane". Sounds slightly pornographic but so be it. G, of course, had to tell the gas jockeys that I had been a tuktuk driver in Canada so all these guys came over and peered at me! If he's not telling them I'm a tuktuk driver, he tells people I have rellies in prison...which I don't!!!!
We arrived back home uneventfully. It feels good to be back driving. It has been 3 months, probably the longest I've gone in awhile. I find that your relationship to the host country changes once you begin to drive. You begin to spend time in your vehicle rather than dealing with people. Sometimes that's good and sometimes that's sad.
|A rare sight in Colombo.|