Jaffna 8pm 26th April 2018
Srilanka
The daring artificial colours of this desert impeded my appetite, causing my stomach to contract.

Got pooja items before I washed my clothes by hand.




I strolled for several hours.





Located Mutumari Amman Kovil.




Later in the evening, I discovered a chariot festival.


I had masala tea in the morning.

And walked to Nalir Kovil.

I went to the spotless restaurant for Tali.


Another visit to Muthumari Amman Kovil.

Then attended a Yagna at Murugan Kovil.

I discovered a Shakthi Kovil having fun at a Chariot Festival.

Devotees of Shankthi looked at my observing presence at this event with suspicious scrutiny; they made distant faces of contempt.



I got very sunburned at this event. Afterward, I took the bus to Tricomalee and booked a cheap hotel five miles south.

Later, I lit my ghee lamp and retired to bed, as Rosie had her own bed.

In the morning I visited Koneswaram Kovil.



Returned into Tricomalee.


And another bus.

Noticed more Communist evil.

Through some mountains on a road that winds around.

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





Wow.

Riverdale Breeze Hotel, Kandy.

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.

The next day, I found out I was being followed again. Although creepy, I was not alarmed; I was never informed of the reason, as I refrained from inquiring, primarily because the continued presence did not cause any harm.




Poured down with rain in the evening.

While editing this page, I discovered a video that I captured during the rain, as depicted above. The clip features a peculiar phenomenon known as the "disappearing man." Does this have to do with multiple universes or some kind of remote cloaking technology?
Why can't I remember seeing him? I have been "visited" for as long as I can recall.

I gave Rosie a bath later that night, and when she came up clean from the water, tears came out of my eyes.


The contrast had improved in the early morning, so I took some pictures of the garden at the hotel.







Morning tea.


Infection in my toe is not going away.

Fish in Kandy Lake.


Water monitor is the second largest lizard in the world.



Anuradhapura bus station.

Waiting for a bus at Mannar bus station.

The Lighthouse at Talai Mannar was unreal.

I got bit by a Krait snake on my way back to my hotel from the Mannar train station. I went to sleep that night without realising I had been bitten.

When I awoke in the morning, I was fortunate that the snake bite did not penetrate the bone of my ankle and envenomate me; otherwise, I would have died within four hours. The fleshy parts of my face felt sagging and numb, so I thought it was a common Krait. 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 depart Sri Lanka was unsuccessful because I was denied entry to the flight desk at Bandaranaike International Airport because I did not have a valid ticket for another departure. The e-ticket that a devotee in Gujarat had bought me was a waste, and I would not be travelling to Chennai, Tamil Nadu. When I left the airport, I was upset because my visa was about to expire that night, and I didn't have any money for a hotel. I walked around for most of the night until a friend gave me a little money to help me find a cheap hotel. "Don't message me again" was my brother's response when I texted him for assistance. Because I couldn't present my expired Visa at a hotel, I slept outside for the next two nights. The first night, I slept in a doorway and woke up to a skinny Sri Lankan man masturbating over me. I chased him away and rocked his tut tut as he ran away from where he had sexually abused me. The condition of my legs deteriorated, and after a doctor's office declined to see me, I was able to acquire antiseptic cream from a supportive 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.