Door Rojan Bolling De trein van Galle naar Colombo is, zoals de meeste treinen in Sri Lanka, een gemoedelijk gevaarte. Een lange bruin-rode machine, enigszins verroest, vettig en deels zwartgeblakerd van de dieseldampen, die licht heen en weer schommelend door het tropische landschap voortzwoegt. Binnenin zitten mensen met elkaar te praten op de bruin-leren bankjes die eigenlijk net te klein zijn voor grote Westerlingen zoals ik. De mensen die geen zin hebben om zich over het kabaal van de rijdende trein heen verstaanbaar te maken turen uit het grote open raam naar de voorbijgaande stranden, palmbomen, en kleine huisjes die langs het spoor gebouwd zijn.
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