Rainy Kandy wasn't really doing it for us. Nothing against the city, we had our moments and the people were lovely and friendly, but we hadn't found our happy place here yet (which is scary when you have three more weeks to go). So we decided to find it hopefully in the highest hills. But we have one very motion-sick child (and it isn't Girl). The train seemed our best option over the bus or hired driver, as you can move about easier, visit the toilet, breathe fresh air and it is very inexpensive. Still I wasn't looking forward to the impending waves of sore tummy, knowing the train ride was going to be loooooooong. The train tracks are old and you feel every bump, sometimes bumping backwards, sometimes going very slowly, or idling in wait for another train to pass. So as my moaning child clung to me I watched the foggy trees and cleared my mind.
