the red lights are merely a suggestion; and the lines on the road are a complete waste of paint. I wish I could paste in a short video clip of “tuk-tuk cam”
These guys are just fearless…scary fearless. A trip to the Volunteer International office from the apartment in Colombo 5, starts with a brief walk through the shortcut to High Level Mawatha (a story in itself). From there, one of the itinerant tuk tuk drivers that hangs around, whips across several lanes of traffic and zips up to Chris and I shouting out the address before we open our mouths. “148 Kynsey Road yah,yah,yah?”
“That’s a big 10-4 good buddy.” Actually, Chris has done some serious male bonding with these guys. When he comes home from playing rugby at the local field with his homies, he stops to have a beer and hang with the tuk tuk drivers. Every time we get a new driver, they make me very nervous by turning around and looking at us more than the road, “Country?” Every single time Chris says “Ireland” and because of his accent, they say “Holland, Holland…the Dutch were here…” I told him he should just say “Holland” and maybe they would hear “Ireland” Who knows. They often ask “tourist?” and when we tell them we’re tsunami workers, they almost always give us the local rate for the ride.
One of our forthcoming projects is rebuilding the out houses at the Buddhist temple Montessori school. We need to get some supplies and a bit of labor help from the adjoining refugee camp. Chris and I could do it by ourselves, but part of the plan is to help the local tradesmen be invested in the projects we initiate.
More later, it’s been great getting the emails from all my friends.
Take care,
Sue
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