844 days, 20,256 hours, 1,215,360 minutes, or 72,921,600 seconds. That is the approximate duration of my world tour. I never wanted it to end and now, in a manner of speaking, I suppose it never has to. If you wish to go by country do so by clicking on one above. They are numbered in the order I visited them, more or less. If you enjoy reading about it even a tenth as much as I enjoyed living it then you will not have wasted your time. Grab a refreshing beverage, settle in a comfortable chair, and make a journey across the world, experiencing it as I did. Then get off your ass and check it out for yourself. You're not getting any younger.

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Knuckles & Kandy (Kandy District, Sri Lanka)

For a revised version of this post, go here.

Aug 27th, 2009 – After departing Dambulla I headed due south to Kandy, the last capital of the ancient kings of Sri Lanka. It is here you will find The Temple of the Tooth, a royal complex that supposedly houses the Relic of the tooth of Buddha. A glimpse of Buddha's bicuspid (or is it a molar?) is right up there with Jesus' eyelash, Mohammed's nose hair, Gandhi's toenail, and a piece of Moses' appendix on my bucket list of Sacred Body Fragments I need to see.

The morning after my arrival I set out for a drive through the Knuckles Mountain Range as I heard it was well worth a look. Simone (the female owner of my hotel) was kind enough to suggest a route and a place to explore along the way. The drive was excellent. 

Winding mountain roads, hillside tea plantations, and very few people. It is not exactly the Himalayas but it is picturesque none the less. There is a place on a small plateau to stop and hike to a fairly significant drop (it is known as mini-World’s End) and a excellent view of the valley below.

Unfortunately, I had a casualty: my sunglasses. Someone or something purloined them. It was either mischievous monkeys or a misguided Sri Lankan teenager. My money is on the latter. He was with a group of his family members and must have committed the act while I was snapping pics for my photographic ego session with my camera’s timer. I left the glasses near my shirt which were never out of sight for more than a couple of minutes. I cannot be a 100% sure but I would certainly bet a significant amount of money on it. I approached the family while they were having a picnic and asked if anyone found my glasses, to which I received a negative reply. Bastard.