Tag Archive: Sri Lanka

Seeing America as a Sri Lankan cop

Sri Lankan city of kings, one of the oldest continually-occupied cities on Earth, and focal point of Theravada Buddhism for centuries, Anuradhapura has many claims to fame, but I was having trouble seeing… Continue reading

Electrons on vacation, so the neurons went too

At first, it seems like one’s travel computer going on the fritz on the eve of a trip would be a bad thing. It probably is. But right this second, the lack of… Continue reading

Care for a cup of snake-infested tea?

I have a cold. I am not a fan. Congestion in my lungs, congestion in my head. I should not be asked to do anything today, nor tomorrow nor the next day. Okay,… Continue reading

I enjoyed my Sri Lankan chemical burn

I still can’t access my pictures, and it seems a shame to tell you about Sulamani Pahto temple’s beautiful carved stucco artwork when I can’t show you…so I’ll get to this guy, who… Continue reading

Dog is my guru, an off season pilgrimage to Sri Pada.

The guidebooks and the Christians will tell you the footprint at the peak belongs to Adam, left when he first stepped to Earth after being cast out from Eden. The Buddhists say it’s… Continue reading

I lost my watch yesterday.

I lost my watch yesterday. It must have fallen out of my bag on the mountain, probably when I took my camera out. I’d put it in there to protect it from the… Continue reading

If I’d had a clue, I wouldn’t have met the Wigi

I’m traveling without a guide book. I love it, recommend it, and understand completely why so few do┬áit. There is an amazing amount of information in those things, but guide books are dangerously… Continue reading

Happy, sad, Bieber…I’m feeling it all.

It was the best of timing, it was the worst of timing. I think Charles Dickens is writing my life right now. I came to Kandy just in time for the Buddhist holiday… Continue reading

Anuradhapura: monkeys, tuk tuks, and something sacred for 2400 years

I gave Anuradhapura short shift in my last blog; there is more there than the museum of my emotional decomposition, specifically, the ruins of Sri Lanka’s oldest capital city, dating back to the… Continue reading

Feeling it all fall apart in Anuradhapura

Tortured thoughts of her kept me up late again last night, despite the exhaustion making my limbs ache. She filled every dream and nothing was ever right, and I was halfway though a… Continue reading