It's 1.21 AM Sri Lankan time on Monday morning and I'm in the Coffee Bean at the airport to board my snowbound plane home soon.
And what a fantastic week it was. My first Galle Lit Fest, so many other firsts and other bests.
Today I went to Jazz Unlimited at the CR +FC and met drummers galore. They were everywhere, as were my parents. It was a gorgeous and chilled way to spend my last afternoon. The battered prawns were superb too.
I think my coming weeks of posts will be random stories about the last days, the famous authors I met, the blokes playing Carrom and the string hoppers.
Beware and be ready.
Must go now.