Jaffna, July 2018. At the very top of Sri Lanka the railway line runs out near Kankesanthurai, and in the yard there the past is still parked: rows of rust-red carriages with their windows long gone, sitting on the sidings the war left behind.
The north feels different from the rest of the island, quieter, hotter, palmyra palms instead of coconut. From here we looped down the coast: next stop, Trincomalee.