Waiting by the side of the road in front of Colombo airport, I was wondering what would come next.
Sudu Mama came next. A 59 year old Rasta Tuk-tuk driver impaired by a near-fatal injury sustained saving a cat crossing the road, we were born to hit the road together.
His wife left him while keeping his property and son, it’s been 14+ years.
He adopted me and calls me puta, meaning son in Singhalese. Like a good son, I spent a couple of days in the hospital with him. His diabetes and the accident were preventing him from fully controlling an arm and leg.