I’ll be away for a few days, so this is the last ‘Whales of Trincomalee’ instalment for a week or so. I’ll see what’s going on in London instead. Can’t wait — aaahh — I can almost smell the smoke from here!
Shortly after, I was introduced to the harbour master, a somewhat abrupt but kind man whose graying beard gave the impression of the archetypical old seadog. Fittingly, he seemed slightly drunk.