|Sri Lanka (file photo)|
But I’m not. I’m cycling in a high population density city-state, surrounded by death metal (refers to traffic, not music).
To find some peace and quiet, I head into a park. An industrial park. Ah, peace and quiet. On a Sunday night, many factories are silent and dark. Peace and quiet in unexpected places.
And I wonder why:
- when I can ride, I don;t
- when I can’t ride, I want to