It’s 43 degrees and I’m in a smog cloud on the streets of Colombo trying to find a restaurant I’ve heard serves killer crab. My…
Continued from Part I The vehicle I’m cowering behind is owned by a silver-haired man with a proud belly, and he’s staring at me without…
The tuk tuk is brand new and the driver is young, lean and muscular, wearing a tight-fitting purple t-shirt. After gleaning that we’re going to…
