The hustle and bustle of the bus station nearby had the streets coming alive at dawn.
A handmade construction protection net, made of twine or jute.
A cold brew was found and we enjoyed them in the afternoon after getting settled in Mt. Lavinia. Rooms are not cheap here. Food is reasonable, but decent rooms and services seem very expensive to us.
Paraic and a cold Carlsberg beer.
Our room was not quite finished; the bathroom wasn't tiled, but it was the only option we had at this point, so we didn't really mind. It looked worse than it was, since it was functional and it was only for one night.
Our room in Mt. Lavinia. It goes with the bathroom above for $20/night.
The train back to Colombo so we could catch a bus out was packed with workers going to work and we barely got squished onto the train. We literally had to push our way in. We had to remain standing at the door as the inside of the carriage was packed. Jason barely cleared the entry but had a good view of the ocean on the way back.
A typical local bus.
This one-armed man was on a street corner where we got stopped for a light. He went through a routine of motions like he was doing his own personal tai chi stuff. Probably homeless and perhaps a bit mental, he gave me a smile and a thumb's up as our bus took off at the green light.
We left the capital city and headed inland. Colombo is a commercial port so we couldn't really come visit by boat, but other than the architecture from the Dutch colonial era, we really didn't see much to hold our interest. We headed off to the gem area of Rathnapura.