I spoke with a bloodshot, gaunt Brit late one night along a brightblack spit of dirty sand. Over beers and strips of pungent, desiccated squid, she confided to me in hushed tones that those who are in the know claim that Sri Lankan plantations are currently a sound investment.
The turmoil they've long been accustomed to in that verdant, torn land is currently at a standstill. The secessionists have retreated into their burrows in the hills with deeply traced furrows written across weary brows and a wave of speculators has been tirelessly gobbling up rural plots, leaving a thick trail of incandescent slime in their wake as they slither back to their cliff-perched villas.
An intrepid $20,000 will solidify your place on a couple acres under the mottled sun of Ceylon. Cast off your Occidental yoke. It’s a buyer's market.