Trincomalee here we come.
Trincomalee here we come.
Trying to get on the road...waiting on the fucking Brits. No wonder we won our independence, their forefathers were probably sleeping.
We started with everyone at 9:30 am. We were dry, and looked fucking phenomenal. 6 Hours later after Waze took us through a three hour dirt road, three wheeling hellish nightmare, that took through Wilpattu National Park. Our Tuk-Tuk is a Fucking beast After witnessing the Majesty of a beautiful massive elephant we continued on to Mannar. As we came over the bridge to downtown Minnar, our rickshaw ran out of gas as we glided into a gas station. Fucking beautiful! KFM luck (If you don’t believe I’m lucky as helll, look at Candice and look at me Case closed )
We didn’t need to go to the very end of the Mannar peninsula in Mannar because we found this almost new resort called Shell Resort from a sign on the side of the road. So here we are drinking beers and fresh pineapple juice. This and the room, with A/C and breakfast for a staggering 8400 Sri Lankan ruffie’s. Kevin Fucking Miller and his ridiculously awesome sidekick of wife Candice will be having fresh fish dinner at this near seaside resort, downing some beers and getting a much needed nights sleep. In the morning we will head east, I suspect hungover to the lovely area called Trincolamee.
Kevin
candice
A husband and wife team, who decided long ago to forego kids, because they wanted their savings account and freedom (to travel). They have run with the bulls in Pamplona (Six times), skied the Swiss Alps, climbed the Great Wall of China, but are still looking for the next level of tripping. We spend more time away from home than we do at home. Ironic, because we love where we live in Florida. He (Kevin) is the big picture guy. She (Candice) takes care of all the important stuff. He is always looking and coming up with the next thing to do. She usually ends up agreeing to do it after first detailing how it will never work out. Everything always works out in the end for these two. We are the Millers! Still trying to recruit a third wheel.