Sri Lanka

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The daring artifical colourings of this desert inhibitted consumption as my stomach pulled tighter.

Pushed pooja items before handwashing my clothes.

Walked around for a few hours.

Lotus lake.

Located Mutumari Amman Kovil.

Later in the evening I found a chariot festival.

In the early morning I enjoyed masala tea.

And walked to Nalir Kovil

Visited the spotless restaurant for Tali.

Another visit to Muthumari Amman Kovil.

Then attended a Yagna at Murugan Kovil.

Found a Shakthi Kovil enjoying a Chariot Festival.

Shankthi devotees viewed my observing presence at this event with scrutinising suspicion; pulled faces of disdain for a distance.

Got badly sunburned during this event, later I took a bus to Tricomalee and booked into a cheap hotel five miles south.

Rosie had her own bed, later I lit my ghee lamp and settled down to sleep.

In the morning I visited Koneswaram Kovil.

Returned into Tricomalee.

And another bus.

Noticed more Communist evil.

Over some mountains along a precarious winding road.

I arrived into Kandy, the town was alit with lanterns to celebrate Buddha Purnima.

Wow.

Walked away from this hotel in the morning.

Followed by a man on a motorbike.

In the evening I found a much nicer hotel. The price of a nights stay was surpisingly cheap.

Whilst at this calming place I noticed an infection had taken residence into my left little toe.

Next day I became aware I was being followed yet again. Creepy but did not unnerve me, I was never told why, because I did not enquire, mainly because no harm became of this continued presence.

Poured down with rain in the evening.

Editing this page, I found a video I taken during the rain pictured above, the clip contains a creepy "disappearing man" anomaly. Is this multiversal or some kind of remote cloaking technology?

Why do I have no memory of seeing him? Do you know I been "visited" from as far back as I can remember.

Later in the evening I bathed Rosie, when she surfaced clean from the water light shone from her as tears poured from my eyes.

In the fresh morning contrast had turned up so I took some pictures of the hotel garden.

Morning tea.

Infection in my toe is not going away.

Fish in Kandy Lake.

Anuradhapura bus station.

Waiting for a bus at Mannar bus station.

Talai Mannar Lighthouse was surreal.

Walking back to my hotel from Mannar railway station I was bitten by a Krait snake. I did not realise I had been bitten when I went to sleep that night.

In the morning I found the nite and released the snake did not get a hold to envenomate between the bone of my ankle, otherwise I'd of been dead within four hours. I assumed it was a common Krait because fleshy areas of my face felt numb and saggy.

Edging on returning to the UK I stayed a few days in Negombo and frequented Hindu kovils, more frequently the kovil of Mutumari Amman where I found spiritually affirmative conversation with Brahmin priests and the temple manager. Christianity had a peculiar presence in this seaside town; Hindus had been and were definitely repressed by it.

Matara was a very lonely place.

My first attempt to leave Sri Lanka was unsuccessful; as I was turned away from the flight desk at Bandaranaike International Airport for not producing a further outbound ticket. The e-ticket purchased for me by a devotee in Gujarat had been wasted, I was not going to be flying to Chennai, Tamil Nadu.

I left the airport distraught, my visa was due to run out that evening, there was no money for a hotel in my pocket, I walked around for most of the night, eventually I found an affordable budget hotel after my friend bailed me out with a small amount of money. I text my brother asking for help, he replied "don't message me again".

During the next couple of nights I slept outside being unable to show my expired visa at a hotel. First night I slept inside a doorway where I was awoken by a skinny Sri-Lankan man masturbating over me. I chased him away and rocked his tut tut as he fled from the scene of his sexual abuse of me.

The situation with my legs grew worse and worse, after a doctor's surgery refused to see me, I managed to purchase some antiseptic cream from a sympathetic chemist.

And lightly washed my sore, tired feet.

Was so swollen with infection that I could not tell the difference between my foot and my thigh; this infection had caught hold and spread through my body.

At the end of my journey around Sri Lanka my body had become so septic with infection that I was being eaten alive by flesh flies.

Waiting for the British Embassy to open, clothes were covered in grime.

After a couple of days my friend pulled together enough money to purchase me a ticket to Heathrow airport, London, UK. But I'd overstayed, so there would be fees to pay at immigration. I hobbled into the airport, passing a sign which stated being too sick to travel, I pulled the hem of my trousers to hide my feet before I approached the flight desk. As I surmised, a gate away from departure immigration shouted me out as an over stayer.

I was directed to talk a seat and only waited a few minutes before I was called into a room by the man who had given me my entrance visa. We talked for a while, and he then agreed (knew he was a good soul) to waver my overstay fees until I returned to Sri Lanka, overwhelmed with emotion I left the room, passing through immigration I waited for my plane to Heathrow Airport.

Boarding the plane I slumbered into my seat, and relaxed for the first time in weeks. The airhostees where kind to me, guiding me to a seat with extra room so I could be a little more comfortable.

Filmed a video with my phone as I landed at Heathrow.

Leaving Heathrow airport I caught a bus to Kingston on Thames, and walked into A&E to be assessed by a health professional. They wanted to admit me, but on my refusal supplied me with anti-biotics with a verbal warning that if my health worsened I'd have to go in and be put on an IV.

I was followed onto a bus leaving Kingston upon Thames on my way to my friends house in Gloucestershire. I hitched hiked to Reading then caught the train the rest of the way then slept for days. It took me a fortnight to recover, and three weeks before I could put shoes on my feet again.