Sri Lanka is the 84th country I've visited.

For over 2h I'd walked the ramshackle streets of Colombo,the ramshackle tuk-tuks decorating a row after a row of ramshackle houses that prop each other up knowing if one gives and leanes,they all would crumble like a pack of cards.Women sitting in doorways,chatting,preparing food,clothes hanging limply on the lines in the steaming heat.Strange odour chasing me up and down every alley,every street.Little has changed here in a century.And there is something missing.Yes,a pile after a pile of rubbish,a sight so familiar on Bali,in Vietnam.There is dirt,there is poverty,all-pervading,overpowering,overwhelming poverty,but no squalor.These people who with so much dignity survive on so little,deserve so much more.