Colombo.

At last, we are in Colombo, the last leg of this exploratory journey. There is much to be done, much to see, much to talk, much to discover. Pardon my travel brochure dialogue.
 First stop the Gasanawa Rubber Estate.
An absurdly large road splits the never ending rows of rubber trees.

Next up, the remnants of Palm Lodge, Lalla's prison and playground.

What used to be the Ceylon Light Infantry Camp

A Thalagoya! I consider the myth followed religiously by Lalla; the blessing of brilliant articulation held in the lizard's grasping tongue. You could say it worked for my Uncle Noel, he did after all become a successful lawyer. I spare both of our tongues and watch it walk away stoically into the grass.

And finally, St Thomas's Church

A Moment In Time
I freeze. Chiseled in the stone is my name. The sight is not a source of vanity, but instead quite contrarily, it is humbling. There is so much to this name that I have yet to learn, so many faceless names written in ledgers, all of whom are related to ME. 
Couldn't bring myself to take a picture of the name, but a substitute will have to do.