The open road
The A9 is a strange, mythical road. I have never been past Vavuniya, till yesterday. I’ve also never gone without a fistful of Ministry Of Something paperwork and a heart full of trepidation. This time we hopped a really nice bus in Wellawatte, went through one checkpoint and saw a bunch of crazy stuff along the way.
There are few roofs in the Wanni. Well, there are houses without roofs and roofs without houses (rooves?). There are people living under takarang sheets and then full, big foundations with the roofs missing. It’s eerie. Kilinochchi is a ghost town, with the awesome downed remains of a water tower.
I’m in Jaffna now and have to crash for a big day tomorrow (eclipse!). Suffice it to say that this is a tragically beautiful place, with incredible people.
Fallen water tower
God pointing out a land mine
One side of Elephant Pass. The entry to Jaffna is a narrow strip like this on both sides. I’ll get a better pic