Trincomalee, Sri Lanka
Another 5 hours train through the mountains brought me to famous Kandy. This time it was way harder than the previous time: I was still standing in the coach, it was raining hard, as usual doors were kept open, and I had to share the ride with another group of young men singing loud and dancing hard. First hour was actually good, I enjoyed their songs, but it turned into nightmare because they never stopped over the 5 hours ride. I was standing, with no way...