Sri Lanka’s Public Transport System is a disastrous mess. It’s never been in order as long as I can remember since my school days. We had been given School Season Tickets but I always ended up spending my meager pocket money for traveling.
Rattling rusty dusty smoked coaches, If you aren’t careful you are sure to get tetanus, seats are never washed or cleaned, jam packed, wants everyone in the block inside the bus, never on time, stops every darn corner, either eternally waits or tries to break the speed records if a rival comes behind, You go bending four times down or stretched out to two times of your height. You are free given all the ear drum breaking high pitched sweetest “Mal” songs or cheap FM Stations’ DJ biyla while the conductor’s marcial law voice loudly commands you to go “Passata”
Well, That was a total harassment just to cover mere 2 Km from my home to the office, and you gotta pay these bastards for suffering all those. So I decided to end it all. If the county can’t make things right, I will make it right for mysef. Period.
Option one: A vehicle is totally out of the question.
So here comes my savier:
TVS 75CC SCOOTY PEP SCOOTER
I love my Scooty because:
OK I admit I hate wearing the helmet but overall it was a sheer investment that is worth every penny I spent on it.
* “Aublic” in Sinhalese will roughly means chaotic.