Back to Batticaloa

Text and pics By R. Wijewardene in Batticaloa You hurtle at speed along a road so flat and smooth it resembles polished dark glass. In the darkness villages, towns and houses flash by in a blur of fluorescent light, and neon. Kilometre posts appear and disappear in seconds — even the darkness is accelerated.Is this the rush of an unlit autobahn at night or lonely highway cleaving its way through