Sri Lanka - like a teardrop hanging from the nose of India. I wish I could have seen more of it and maybe one day I shall return. But at the moment, I am sitting in the departure lounge of the Bandaranaike International Airport on the outskirts of Colombo.
I'm London bound but with very little luggage - just this laptop, my lilac speedos and some gifts from Nalin's family but inside my skull I feel weighed down with memories of my time in Blogland. It's hard to pinpoint how and why things went wrong. I guess if the other bloggers - who had solemnly pledged their futures to that nascent kingdom - had arrived and occupied their tropical homesteads, the invaders from the mainland would have been repelled.
I still can't get those awful pictures out of my mind - the night that Thuza and Arun died. Quite possibly, the Blogland I hoped for was just an unachievable dream - a glistening Shangri-la. Maybe we human beings are incapable of forging a paradise on earth - far, far away from the mad rushing crowd. Perhaps we're hooked on stress, hassle, worry, regrets, the niggles of everyday life. I don't know. But one day I'd like to think I'll return to Blogland and try again. Perhaps you will join me?