Tomorrow I leave lovely Sri Lanka for India and 4 months of lone travelling.
We finished the Tuk Tuk race – Team ‘What the Tuk’ came 16th place, beating arch rivals ‘Natural Tukkin Idiots’ by 4 places. Jon and I were pretty happy with our placing considering the mishaps we’d had and general malaise when it came to driving fast or completing challenges. Sri Lanka has been an awesome experience. I recommend it to anyone. I’ll write a proper breakdown of the race itself when I get a chance and put it up with photos etc.
So tomorrow i’ll say goodbye to Jonny, Katie and Ryan for the last time before the big adventure!
I’m dedicating this post to my belly. Something went terribly wrong in there last night which led to a pretty interesting morning. I’ve not had to sit quite so close to a toilet for fear of accident for a long time!
I really have been so careful too. Eating only vegetarian food, drinking only bottled water, washing my hands with hand sanitiser and avoiding touching my face. I guess its just an inevitability of traveling through hot countries which serve only spicy food. I’ve actually really enjoyed the food. One of the few things with which I was super impressed with Mumbai was the Curry, and since being in Sri Lanka we’ve lived like kings.
As part of the Lanka Challenge, we
Continue reading Sri Lanka Belly
This was billed as the hardest day of the tuk-tuk race – 192km across some harsh off-road terrain, plus a few tricky challenges. I again awoke at 6am for our briefing session to be greeted with the news that there had been an accident in the night. Two guys had given a local journalist a lift back to a nearby village in the pitch darkness and flipped the Tuk Tuk. As I said in the previous post, driving at night is crazy. The roads are covered in potholes and have no lights. The female journalist was taken to hospital suffering a large gash in her foot (apparently her tendons were sticking out which made the nurses gasp with horror!)
We delayed
Continue reading Lanka Challenge Day 2: Dambulla to Beligela
Jon and I arrived into Sri Lanka’s Batunayake Airport on the outskirts of Colombo late on 5th Sept. Batunayake Airport is mental. There is no kind of queuing system through immigration at all; with Sri Lankans jumping from one queue to another to expedite their exit and desks just closing with a queue of 30 in front of them.
On the plane, the Sri Lankans were similarly fidgety and impatient. None wanted the seats they had been allocated and some refused to sit down. When the safety briefing began one guy started punching the TV because they had all been turned off. Then, as we began rolling down the runway, one guy started making a phone call on his mobile.
Continue reading Lanka Challenge – the beginning
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