International Jetsetters Extraordinaire: D4

Day 4: Another ungodly early morning, this time beginning with a six, we began our decline from the hill country but not before stopping at the end of the world, Horton Plains’ World’s End. We walked for three hours, jumping over streams (in the photo, he didn’t make it), trudging through the muddiest of trenches since the first world war (or you walked around it like the rest of us), over hills, past the plains, along the rivers, stopping at waterfalls, taking photos of flowers (wait, that was just me) and passing the end of the world. It was p.cool… if only we didn’t still have Mr Jack Daniels on the brain.

Chris about to get wet:

MUDFIGHT!!! Much more fun with another person, Caz.

All of us at The End of The World.

Then we drove and drove and kept on driving and drove some more; the guy was driving like he was driving Miss Daisy; we were being driven crazy and driving each other nuts; then we drove slowly as we drove over a piece of metal that jutted into the wheels, which drove everyone more crazy and more nuts; then we stoped driving in Hambantota so that we could continue driving faster by driving with four inflated wheels; and we drove through the sunset and drove into the night. Driving, driving, driving some more… then we gave up driving in Mirissa, after everyone was driven into a differently abled state after driving each other up the walls. We drove for thirteen hours, and Miss Daisy’s Geeves drove back. And all we saw was a monkey wank himself after eating a banana, and some cool scenery.

Monkey full of our bananas, biscuits, and wanking (ought to see the movie!)