We were definitely ready to leave Kataragama and headed down the street to the bus station, stopping for one last samosa at the vegan pastry shop. The buses and trains in Sri Lanka can be somewhat confusing. Nothing is every well-marked and in spite of asking several people, we ended up on the slow bus rather than the more direct route. By slow, I mean that the bus stopped frequently along the way. The driver would slam on the brakes at a nondescript bend in the road and an entire family would clamor out and disappear into the foliage. At other junctures people would flag the bus down, swinging on board while it was still partially in motion. In terms of kilometers per hour, however, the bus was anything but slow. It careened along, screeching around
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