The first thing you notice is the heat and humidity. It overwhelms the airport air conditioning and sticks to you. Within minutes I felt like I'd showered in olive oil. While waiting to pass through immigration, I peek outside. It's early afternoon and the sky is already black, but then the blackness swirls and shifts to blue. A swarm of crows had blotted out the light temporarily. Colombo was not our destination, but a means to an end. We'd soon be taking a train into the mountains to hike. It looked to be a good plan since this city of five million is a sweaty people stew bubbling under a swollen sun.
