Colombo
The next morning, the airline phoned to say they had located the
bag, and later my kit was delivered to the Clock Inn hostel, my abode
of choice in Colombo. Though the bag had been opened, only the
Swiss Army knife was missing. I was sure they hoped to find
something more valuable than tattered cycling gear.
Once the bike was reassembled, plenty existed to be explored in the
historic part of town. Unfortunately, the old market was quite
impossible to cycle through. All one could do was walk the bike along
the narrow lanes. Towards the end of the day, a tuk-tuk ride took me
to the beachfront to watch the sunset. The sunset was unspectacular,
and more fascinating was the snake charmer appearing to hypnotise
a snake by playing a pungi. I didn’t even know they still existed.