It cost about 25 cents to ride the bus from Tissamaharama to Tangalle. I took my ticket and sat down towards the back of the bus by an open window. It was late afternoon and the heat was just starting to abate but the humidity was still stifling and I was dying for a breeze.
The bus roared to life, literally and figuratively, all at once. As the key twisted in the ignition, loud, joyful music came pouring out of giant speakers tied to the baggage racks and the journey began. Weaving through dense jungle roads and crowded city streets, the crisp breeze washed over me. For the next 3 hours, I was in sensory overloaded heaven.