One of the great joys of riding on a train is watching life along the tracks. Unlike roads there are no restaurants or gas stations. You look into people’s back yards or into their homes themselves. You pass dry rice … Continue reading Through My Train Window.
I had a tough choice. I could either wander about an interesting city where I had never been or I could take a train ride, two hours out and two hours back, to the Pinnawala Elephant Orphanage. The city was … Continue reading The Viceroy, Almost To Kandy.