Real Survival Stories - Train Disaster: Battered by a Tsunami

Episode Date: April 23, 2025

A young Brit arrives in Sri Lanka to spend Christmas with family. Festivities over, Shenth Ravindra heads off on a solo trip around the country’s stunning coastline. But barely has his adventure begun when catastrophe strikes. As their train grinds to an unscheduled stop, something seems wrong. And then, from the tightly packed carriage, Shenth can only watch as a monstrous wave approaches… A Noiser production, written by Nicole Edmunds. For ad-free listening, bonus material and early access to new episodes, join Noiser+. Click the subscription banner at the top of the feed to get started. Or go to noiser.com/subscriptions If you have an amazing survival story of your own that you’d like to put forward for the show, let us know. Drop us an email at [e-mail] Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

It's just after 9am on December 26th 2004. On the southwest coast of Sri Lanka, a railway track winds for 100km from the capital city of Colombo down to Gau. The route snakes along the country's exquisite coastline, slipping through dense forests and skirting past the gleaming sapphire ocean. But today, the famous route has been interrupted. On the sun-scorched tracks, just north of the village of Hikkaduwa, a long, bright red train sits stationary.

This is the Matara Express. It's packed, standing room only. One thousand five hundred people have bought tickets, but dozens more have snuck on board. Squeezed among the sweaty bodies is twenty-five-year-old British tourist Shemth Ravindra, a young man on a much-needed holiday, looking forward to some R&R on the beach. But he's been on this train for over two hours now, and is starting to get a little impatient. The train stopped around 9.15, like in a random spot, with no warning, right? There was no tannoy system or anything like that, so we just kind of stopped. And by this time I was hot, sweaty,

tired, frustrated. I just wanted to get off the train, check into my hostel. What's the hold up? Schent doesn't speak the local language but he gets the impression his fellow passengers are as perplexed and perturbed by the delay as he is. His fellow passengers are as perplexed and perturbed by the delay as he is. He wriggles his shoulders, trying to shimmy himself a bit more room and sighs. All journey he's been surrounded by gorgeous scenery. Perhaps another look out of the window will help pass the time. But as he turns, he hears something unsettling. Suddenly, I heard some screaming coming from where the sea should have been. And it was literally people running from the west, where the sea coast should have been,

towards the train. Now, I had no clue why they were doing that, but they were running towards us. And then I looked out of the gap and I could see basically water coming in. A huge mass of water is flooding towards the train, which remains unmoving on its tracks. The passengers cast around, trying to work out what on earth is happening. More screaming, panicking individuals bundle onto the crowded carriage. In the melee, there is no time to react, no time to properly brace for impact. Within seconds, the water thunders towards them

and then smashes into the side of the compartment. The water was quite powerful because it hit the carriage I was on. And the actual carriage I was on then got pushed onto a 45-degree angle. Schentz's compartment is wrenched from the tracks as the water continues to engulf everything around.

Bodies tumble in the mayhem. There's no knowing what has caused this sudden flood and no knowing if worse is still to come. It felt like a disaster movie, so, yeah, I knew it was a life-threatening incident. Never wondered what you would do when disaster strikes. If your life depended on your next decision, could you make the right choice?

Welcome to Real Survival Stories. These are the astonishing tales of ordinary people thrown into extraordinary situations. People suddenly forced to fight for their lives. In this episode, we meet Shenth Ravindra. In December 2004, Shenth is in Sri Lanka, spending Christmas with family. But once the festivities are over, he boards a train and heads off on a solo trip around the country's stunning coastline.

Over five days, he plans to visit beaches, relax by pool sites, meet new friends, and have the time of his life. But barely has his adventure begun when catastrophe strikes. After about half an hour, I then heard some further screams. The water receded and what happened was it came back as a bigger wave. As his train is bombarded by the ocean, Shemth's situation will become more and more terrifying. This is no isolated incident.

A vast natural disaster is unfolding all around. It was actually like a scary cliff face of water coming towards you. I literally remember seeing before the wave hit my train, one of the train carriages. These are big steel train carriages being tossed around like toys in the sea. Hundreds of miles from home, unable to understand the language, Shenth must rely on his own instincts to survive. But it's a race against time, with many fresh horrors lying in wait.

I'm John Hopkins. From the Noiza Podcast Network, this is Real Survival Stories. It's around 7am on December 26th 2004. It's Boxing Day in the Western World, but over in Sri Lanka, much of the nation is celebrating something different. A Buddhist bank holiday known as a Poya Day. And in Colombo, the island's vibrant capital, all rules are out of the window. Almost everyone is off work, relaxing, catching up with friends, or heading off to the beaches. So when 25-year-old Shenth Ravindra arrives at Fort railway station, it's unsurprisingly busy.

He and his dad bundle their way through the crowds towards the platforms. Amid the hubbub, Shenth manages to punch his ticket, wave goodbye to his old man, and clamber aboard a long, bright red train, the Matara Express. The thing that struck me was it was a really busy train. It was standing room only because the 26th obviously was Boxing Day, but it's also a Buddhist bank holiday, so Sri Lanka is a predominantly Buddhist country. Typically on a Poya Day, just like in the UK, a lot of people work in the capital, but then they live elsewhere, so on a Poya Day. Just like in the UK, a lot of people work in the capital,

but then they live elsewhere. So on this Poya Day, everyone was just going back home to see friends and family. So the train was busier than usual. Shenth takes his place standing inside one of the train's carriages. It's cramped, but that's all part of the experience. After all, immersing himself in the South Asian culture is exactly what he's here to do.

I was 25 years old. Single went on a trip to Sri Lanka with my dad. So I went in December, because my dad's birthday is in December and the holiday was split into two parts. Part number one was basically spending time with family and we did a little tour of the island. We went to some of the big tourist spots and then we came back from the first part on Christmas Eve. I spent Christmas day with the family at the family house in Colombo. And then the second part of the holiday was me doing my own kind of traveling. So I wanted to travel down to Hickadooa, which is the big kind of party zone.

I was 25 years old. I wanted to explore. I wanted to get loose, all that kind of stuff. With a full-on job back home home working for a London media company, this trip is the perfect opportunity to unwind. What's more, as his parents are separated, it enables him to spend some quality time with his dad and connect with his Sri Lankan roots. The past week has been like a chapter from a tourist's guidebook as they've ticked off their bucket list destinations one by one. It's been the perfect father-son trip, but now it's time for some solo travel.

The next few days stretch out before him like an irresistible blank canvas. And it all starts at Hikkaduwa, a three-hour train ride away along Sri Lanka's stunning southwest coast. Beginning its journey in Colombo, the express chugs southwards through lush green forest and along the glittering coastline. The clear blue waters of the Indian Ocean stretch out, seemingly carpeted with jewels. As the bright red carriages sparkle in the late December

sun and a refreshing ocean breeze wafts in through the train's open sides, it's easy to understand its nickname, the Queen of the Sea. Every 30 minutes or so, the train comes to a stop and a few passengers trickle off to be instantly replaced by hundreds more. Some flash tickets to the guards while others sneak on without paying a penny,

well hidden in the throng. It was packed. I didn't manage to get a seat, so it was standing room only. So it wasn't particularly comfortable. But the actual train journey itself was beautiful because you're straddling the coast. So I was just looking outside the window. It's basically a gap in the carriage, right? There's no glass like you see in a UK train.

It was basically like a hole in the side. These are old trains. So we're just going down. I'm looking at the scenery as it goes down the West Coast. as it goes down the west coast. Titanic Ship of Dreams. The new podcast from the award-winning Noiza Network. Join me, Paul McGann, as we explore life and death on Titanic. I'll delve into my own family story following my great uncle Jimmy

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A little after 9am they pull into Ambalangoda. It's the final stop before Hikkaduwa. While the journey has been an aesthetic treat, Shent is beginning to look forward to its ending. It's been well over two hours and the heat is intense, particularly when the train is stationary. His feet throb from standing on the rigid wooden floor. His shoulders ache under the weight of his backpack, and his arms and legs drip with sweat. I must have got about, I think about 80% into the journey.

And by this time I was hot, sweaty, tired, frustrated. I just wanted to get off the train, check into my hostel, and then hit the beach, get something to eat, get something to drink, have a shower, all of that kind of stuff. Then the train stopped around 9.15, like in a random spot with no warning. There was no tan or system or anything like that. We just kind of stopped. It felt like we were so close to where I needed to go to. We were about 20 minutes away, so I was just like, I hope the train just picks up and moves on.

At first, this pause raises no red flags. It's probably some sort of brief technical fault. Or maybe the driver has stopped for a quick cigarette. They'll be back on their way in no time. But the minutes pass and they remain static. Some of the passengers are starting to get irritated now. Schentz can't speak the local language, so is unable to ask what is going on. Is a stop this lengthy normal?

Is there a problem with the train? And then the answer becomes clear, and it's something far worse. To the side, noises. Distant at first, but coming closer. Human voices in distress. Suddenly I heard some screaming coming from where the sea should have been. And it was literally people running from the west, where the sea coast should have been,

towards the train. Now, I had no clue why they were doing that, but they were running towards us. And actually some of the people who were running towards us from the sea, towards the train carriage, started boarding the train carriage and then suddenly I heard a noise and then I looked out of the gap which is the window and I could see basically water coming in like from where the coast should have been. Like I couldn't actually see the sea at that point but I could see water coming in. Hundreds of people are running towards the train as a cascade of water chases behind.

It crashes into trees and lampposts and swallows parked cars and beach furniture, tossing them around in its current. Unlike the miles of pristine ocean Chenth's been admiring for the past two hours. This wave is dirty and brown, a sign of the mud and debris it's collected. Several of the fleeing people reach the train and leap on board,

clutching the railings of the steel carriages with all their might. Schentz watches with a mix of fear and confusion. The first water, it didn't seem very threatening. I've used this analogy a few times, but it's a bit like when you turn your bath tap on. Like a slow kind of levelling of water. There is no sense in panicking, but it quickly becomes obvious that this situation is even more serious than it first appears. With an almighty whack, the torrent bulldozes into the train

and the passengers on board feel it start to tip. Actually, the water was quite powerful because it hit the carriage I was on and the actual carriage I was on then got pushed onto a 45 degree angle. So then I did feel like I was in danger. The force of the wave pushes the train off its tracks, knocking it onto its side. The steel container screeches as it's wrenched free from the rest of the locomotive before

it's sent skidding across the nearby grass. Seconds later, it grinds to a halt. Shenth checks himself. He's bruised, but other than that he doesn't have any obvious injuries. But that's a minor comfort in their circumstances. Moments earlier, the train was gently gliding along, no signs of danger whatsoever. Now it's carnage. Shentz's carriage has taken a battering. People inside clamber over each other.

Worse still, tilted on a 45 degree angle, with murky floodwater swirling through every nook and cranny, the carriage is filling up, fast. The risk of drowning is now very real. Shenth pushes himself onto his feet and takes in the surrounding chaos. People are demanding answers. Some are crying in shock while others are searching for their loved ones. A flurry of panicked voices. There are around 150 passengers crammed inside the steel container, but as far as Shenth can tell, there's only one way out.

And that's through the window. But with the carriage toppled over, the window is now above him and filthy flood water is pouring in like a series of mini-waterfalls. Through the rising water levels, Shenth splashes across the carriage and hoists himself up to the window, squinting through the torrent that splashes onto his face. The gap is tiny. He exhales, ridding his lungs of air and decreasing his chest size.

This allows him to just about wriggle through. Seconds later, catching his breath, Shenth is out in the open, balanced precariously on the corner of the carriage. Soon he hears others following his path and turns back, offering his hand to help his fellow passengers. I and the other people in the carriage managed to climb out to the top of the train. If you could imagine the train was at an angle, we sat on the corner of the wall of the train and the roof of the train. I don't speak the local language, so I felt a bit isolated and I was by myself.

What's just gone on? And no one had a clue. Everyone had a clue. Judging by the landscape around him, saturated greenery, fish flapping on the tracks, trees and lampposts poking out just above the surface, it's obvious there's been a flood. But it seems the water has come from the sea. It's not a river bursting its banks that's responsible. What's more, the day is still perfectly sunny. There's no rain to speak of. What could have caused it? Any possible explanation seems outlandish.

So I think the political situation at the time was quite thought. There was the issues between the government and the separatist movement. So I thought it might have been a terrorist attack or something. I thought it might have been a bomb underwater or something. I did not think it was a natural disaster. But to be honest, being young at that time, I didn't really think too much of it. And it didn't seem like there was an immediate issue. There didn't seem to be any casualties or injuries for that matter. And we were just sitting on the top.

As the minutes pass and the sun continues to shine, things appear to mellow. The flood levels are decreasing, no one is hurt, everything is somewhat stable again. Most of the train has remained on the tracks, and while Schemt's carriage has been displaced and taken a hit, no major damage seems to have been done. Perhaps they're over the worst of this. Whatever this is. I took the opportunity to get my digital camera out and take some pictures to document what happened.

Because I thought, you know, I didn't really realise what was going on. And then we were on there for about half an hour and with no sort of real plan expecting some people to come and help us. I remember looking out to where the rest of the carriages were and the rest of the carriages were sitting on the train track. So at that moment in time, at that precise moment, it seemed like our carriage was the one that got hurt the most because it was the one that tipped over and we all had to come out and everyone else was just sitting happily on their carriages. But as more time passes, the weather starts to change.

A thick, grey mist pollutes the blue sky, and the air sags with moisture. What was a refreshing, light breeze picks up momentum, whistling through the skeletal branches of the trees. The train carriage wobbles slightly, and Schempf notices the water beneath them is moving. Then the water started to recede away, so like the water was basically where the train was, then it started to recede, so like it went back to where the sea should have been. It was strange, right, you saw like the muddy ground underneath. You saw like fish flapping away and it was receding out so I just thought that was the end of it. It's as though a giant invisible hand is slowly dragging the water back,

away from the train tracks, through the jungle, across the sandy shore and into the sea. Shenth and the other passengers watch, mesmerized by this odd hypnotic occurrence. There is some muttering, even the odd giggle of relief. Presumably the water moving away can only be a good thing. It doesn't take long for this optimism to shatter. What happens next is mind-blowing. It was strange and maybe this is the kind of how like your memories change over time, but like it was a sunny day but then it seemed like the day became quite grey and miserable.

And then after about half an hour I then heard some further screams and what happened was it came back as a bigger wave. And then this wave was not the unthreatening turning of the tap that I described as the first wave. It was actually like a scary cliff face of water coming towards you. Pure terror grips the train passengers. This second wave is enormous and eclipses everything in sight. A wall of furious water charging from the sea at a horrifying speed. It towers into the sky, ten, fifteen, twenty feet, who knows? It engulfs the beach in one rapid movement, then swallows the roads, the trees, the houses,

gathering even more momentum as it travels. The carriages of the Queen of the Sea are sitting ducks on the tracks, directly in the path of the colossal wave. As this wave was traversing along the beach, the carriages that were sat on the train tracks, basically, initially I thought they were the lucky ones, because they weren't tipped over, initially I thought they were the lucky ones because they weren't tipped over, but in reality they were the unlucky ones because this wave basically consumed

and devoured those trains that were sat. And I literally remember seeing, before the wave hit my train, one of the train carriages, these are big steel train carriages being tossed around like toys in the sea. And then I realized it was serious. It felt like a disaster

maybe. So I knew it was a life-threatening incident. Shenth braces himself for impact. The other carriages have all been hit, and his is next in line. Time stands still as the titanic wave charges ever closer. Within its lethal grip, everything is flung around. Cars, furniture, bricks, fragments of rooftops. He waits for the inevitable. Let's try one. Remember, big. You got it. The Ford It's a Big Deal event is on. How's that? A little bigger. The Ford It's a Big Deal event.

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it's travelled hundreds of nautical miles from the coast of Indonesia. It's already caused utter devastation to towns, cities, farmland and coastlines throughout Southeast Asia. And now, two hours since the first tremors were felt, it's about to strike the remaining carriage of the Matara Express. And then something astonishing happens. And then the wave hit my carriage, but because it was disconnected, fortunately the carriage

kind of surfed the wave. We managed to maintain our position on there and then it pushed up against the house that was behind us. Carried on the crest of the swell, Shentz's carriage somehow remains largely intact. A little red triangle on top of a colossal wall of murky grey. For a few moments the carriage seems almost weightless before it slams into a multi-storey building. Though water continues to crash past, the building provides a temporary blockade. The carriage is pinned between the onrushing ocean and the sturdy structure. Chenth, like dozens around him, clings to the roof, trying to ensure he isn't swept away.

He watches as the water swirls beneath him, revealing dangerous flashes of debris. But there is no time to waste gawping at the scene. Who knows how long the carriage will be held here in this delicate balance. Chent needs to get away while he still can. I kind of, I backed myself to survive it, if that makes sense. I kind of, I strategically knew what I was going to do. Just behind him, the multi-story building looms. It stretches tens of feet into the sky,

and getting to higher ground seems the best bet right now. But there's no easy path. Below, the sinister pool of water swirls and crashes. If Shenth were to fall into the wave, he'd be swept away. On the other hand, he can't stay here. If or when another wave comes, it will engulf the carriage. The only way is up. He turns towards the building, bends his knees, and kicks off from the carriage with all his might. I jumped from the carriage onto the house and head up to higher ground.

So we were probably about 15 foot. So I jumped onto the second story and then I jumped up to the third story. So it was pretty high. Soaking wet and exhausted, Shent clambers his way upwards. His clothes stick to his skin as salt stings every cut and scrape on his body. His feet are bare, his flip-flops snatched away by the wave. His heavy backpack sags on his shoulders. Finally, he hauls himself onto a high ledge of the building and pauses, trying to calm his breathing and the hammering of his heart. Now he can look around and sees plainly

that his suffering is just a tiny piece of a much larger jigsaw. Everywhere, as far as the eye can see, it is total devastation. I remember surveying exactly what was happening afterwards. And that was pure carnage, right? Like the water was high, loads of the train carriages disappeared

underneath the water. You could see, you know, it's grim telling this, but like a lot of corpses in the body. And then I was sat on top of that, just totally shell-shocked. It's impossible to process everything that's happening. But soon there is a stark reminder that the danger is far from over. And then I saw the water starting to recede again.

So at that point, when I saw the receding, I thought, right, there's probably going to be a much bigger one coming along. Trying as best he can to focus and act fast, Shenth formulates a plan. So I had my backpack with me and what I did was I took out my travel guidebook, which was a lonely planet book at the time, because it had all of the embassy details and all that. It's obviously for phones and stuff so I took out a notepad that had all of my family's telephone numbers. I put them into a smaller waterproof bag.

I threw my big backpack into the water. I took my shirt off and I decided, right, I've probably got half an hour to like get into the water and head into higher ground. In the space of roughly 30 minutes, two waves have struck. The second was larger than the first, and in all probability, the third will be even bigger. While he still has time, Shenth needs to get away from the vulnerable coastline, move inland,

and travel up into the hilltops of Sri Lanka. He looks around at his fellow survivors and his heart drops as he sees there aren't many. What was a lively bustling train just an hour ago now resembles a skeleton crew. There was a handful of people and then when I decided to make the decision to get down as the water started receding, I thought basically I'd half an hour to get out of this situation or there might be a bigger wave.

There were these Sri Lankan guys, I was like, we need to get into the water, we need to get out. And they're like, no, we're going to stay here. I was like, are you sure? However, one survivor, a Swedish woman, agrees to Shant's plan. She too can see that their only option is to descend into the water and head to higher ground. Schentz and this fellow tourist look inland, at the flooded path ahead.

A watery maze of rubble, broken trees, and far worse. The pair set off, hoping to escape the tragic fate which has already befallen so many. It just seemed to go from like 1,500 people down to just like me and one other. Free from the cumbersome weight of his backpack, Shenth gingerly makes his way down the side of the building. His bare feet slip on the flooded concrete, but his hands cling on, steadying his descent. After a minute or two of careful climbing, he is level with the water. The surface is a greenish brown color, stained by the soil, sand and trees lurking within. Car doors poke out here and there, jagged and shattered.

Wooden furniture bobs on the surface while plastic bags and bottles float by. It was quite treacherous because there's loads of obstacles in your way. So basically when I got into the water it was about waist deep and it was receding, so it was getting lower. But then without being grim I'm having to move dead bodies out of the way to head east. There's loads of debris everywhere. There's like wood, there's flapping fish. I'm walking all over all sorts of stuff And that's when I cut my foot.

Unable to see what he's walking on, every step is a risk. And Shent feels the skin of his foot slice open as he lands on something sharp. Pain shoots through his body and he stumbles forward. He limps on through the waist-high water, trying to ignore the torn skin flapping on the bottom of his foot. And then he notices how quiet it is around him. The crash of the ocean has fallen silent.

The wind no longer howls, and there's no sound of traffic on the roads. But even more eerily, there are no voices. There's no one. Just the Swedish woman by his side. They converse in broken English, but she is just as clueless about the situation as he is. Shenth marches on through the floodwater and towards what he think is safety. He's only 25 years old in a foreign country. But right now, his gut instincts

are all the two survivors have. So it was a gamble, right? Obviously, I didn't know the area. I was hoping it would only take me five, 10 minutes. It took longer because of all of the debris that was in my way. And I was like thinking, tick tock, tick tick-tock, tick-tock, a third wave could come at any minute and then I'm in serious trouble. Using basic geography, Schenf heads east,

in the opposite direction to the ocean. They make good progress in spite of his lacerated foot. But with each step he takes, he keeps an eye on the water, noticing that it's still lowering, millimeter by millimeter. When will the next wave hit? They stride forward with more urgency.

The catastrophic damage stretches out on all sides. Metal, glass, wood, brick. And then finally, finally, Schentz feels the terrain begin to change. And then I just remember hitting the incline of the hill. It was water-filled and then it was muddy and then it became dry and I felt like as soon as I touched dry I was fine. He is out of the water heading up to higher, drier, safer ground. Under the relentless heat of the mid-morning sun, Schenth and his Swedish companion trek through the abandoned wilderness.

They scramble up rocky hillsides, stumble through long grass and traipse across deserted roads. Neither of them glances backwards. An hour passes, then another and another. In almost three hours of walking, the stranded strangers don't encounter anyone else. And then, perched on top of yet another steep hill, their salvation awaits. Standing in the light sunshine is an enormous, beautiful white building,

its roof intricately colored with splashes of red, orange, and gold. Two double doors guard the entrance, leading onto a flight of stone steps. It's a Buddhist monastery. Shenth dips into his dwindling energy reserves one last time and limps up the steps towards sanctuary. Buddhist monasteries are usually at the top of the hill, so everyone had congregated at

the top of the hill. So we were all there. There was obviously like a lot of shock and confusion as to what actually just happened. I obviously felt very exposed and very isolated because I couldn't speak the language. I didn't know what was going on. I was young. I was a million miles away from home. I was far away from my dad.

The monastery might be beautiful on the outside, but inside the scene is heartbreaking. Every square meter of the building is filled with tragedy. Survivors are shouting for their loved ones, nursing injured relatives, crying into each other's shoulders. Some sit silently in the corners, apparently unable to comprehend the unfolding nightmare. Shenth looks around frantically, trying to gather any clues about what's going on. Finally,

from somewhere in the throng, he hears words he can understand, muffled English in a sea of voices. From the center of the monastery, a woman with an American accent is speaking loudly. Shenth rushes over to introduce himself. As luck would have it, the woman is explaining that she owns a farm not far from here and is willing to take some survivors with her. When he tells her his situation, she hastily agrees to take him home.

At her farm he'll be able to shower, eat, clean the wound on his foot, and finally rest. The woman also has a telephone, so he can check in with his family. And so for the second time that day, Schenth sets off into the unknown. Just as the Swedish woman blindly trusted him earlier, Schenth is now placing all his faith in the kindness of a total stranger. One who, just like him and thousands of others, has no idea what has happened. When they eventually reach her farm, they switch on the TV, hoping for answers. Then, it finally all becomes clear. Basically, CNN was reporting about this huge earthquake that had hit Indonesia

and had destroyed the place. They were then using the word tsunami and then that's when the penny started to drop. Actually, maybe that's what hit me. CNN's reporting about the impact of the tsunami in Indonesia and then my mind started to think, actually, could that feasibly hit us? And we were all sat in front of the television and then it was literally like an episode, right? Indonesia's been hit, Thailand's been hit, The news reporter asserts that the total extent of the devastation from the tsunami is still unknown but it's expected to be horrifyingly high.

There's already talk of it being one of the deadliest natural disasters in history. If the tsunami really is as bad as the report suggests, Shent needs to check in with his family. He has to make sure his dad is safe in Colombo and tell his mom, who's on the other side of the world, that he's okay. As you can imagine, infrastructure in Sri Lanka in 2004 wasn't great, but they managed to have a telephone line and like everyone was trying to use the telephone line. So the first thing I did was I contacted the British Embassy.

I gave them my mom's telephone number and I told them to tell her that I was fine. And then I tried to call my dad who was in Colombo with his family. Actually, it was easier to get to the embassy than it was to my dad, but I told them where I was. Schenth spends two nights recuperating on the American Stranger's Farm. He then resolves to make his way back to Colombo, where he hopes to reunite with his family. He thanks his generous host profusely, waving her goodbye

and wishing her luck before he hops in the back of a truck. The grumbling vehicle winds its way through the hillsides of Sri Lanka towards the capital. From the south north up to Colombo and it was just surreal. The whole journey you just saw all of this carnage and destruction like palm trees tipped over cars upside down, fish everywhere, destroyed houses, all of it. When he finally reaches Colombo on December the 28th, after almost a day of traveling,

the pain in his injured foot is getting worse. The wound is deep and throbbing with infection. Before finding his family, he needs immediate medical help. Schentz checks himself into a local hospital, where doctors quickly operate. Once again, he's able to count himself among the very lucky ones. His wound is cleaned, stitched up, and the infection suppressed with antibiotics. Two days later he checks himself out and heads to the family home where he finally gets to

see his dad again, who managed to escape the tsunami unharmed. After an emotional reunion, they're ready to board a plane back to London. On New Year's Eve, the plane leaves the tarmac of Sri Lanka and soars high into the bright blue sky, gliding over hundreds of miles of ruin. blue sky, gliding over hundreds of miles of ruin. When they land in Heathrow, over 5,000 miles away from the nightmare they have just left, the reality of the situation starts to really sink in. It was only when I arrived in London that I realized how big it was, because obviously I was in hospital, there was again, no iPhones, no iPads, no whatever.

So I wasn't really keeping abreast of the news. And then there was loads of press waiting out. Heathrow and I got interviewed by a few people. And that's when I realized the whole enormity of how it not being just isolated to Indonesia but how it actually was a global phenomenon hit me. The tsunami of December 2004 truly was a global disaster. Scientists and geologists later reveal the events were triggered by a magnitude 9.2 earthquake at the bottom of the Indian Ocean.

The resulting tsunami generated waves reaching over 100 feet in height. The torrents crashed through a dozen countries in South Asia, including Indonesia, Thailand, India and Sri Lanka. Nearly 230,000 people are estimated to have lost their lives, and well over 1 million were displaced. People from all walks of life were affected, including, of course, the travelers on board Sri Lanka's Queen of the Sea.

Reports vary, but estimates suggest around 1,500 passengers died, making Shenth Ravindra a survivor of what's thought to be the worst train disaster in history. Shenth's quick thinking and decisive actions allowed him to escape. But given the sheer scale of the wider tragedy, he ultimately summarizes his own outcome with a stark and simple truth. I think I was extremely fortunate, blessed to be on the carriage that got disconnected because I think if my carriage was still sat on the track and I was sat there, I would have just drowned. But then also, you know, I do think I made the right decisions at the right time.

So when I was on top of the house and decided to head inland, I was one of two people that made that decision. We were the two people that survived. So if I'd have stayed up there, then I could very well have perished up there as well. Next time on Real Survival Stories, we meet US Navy fighter pilot Keegan Gill. In early 2014, Keegan is at the start of his career. But a routine training exercise takes a disastrous turn when a maneuver he's executed countless times before goes horribly wrong. As he loses control of his jet, it seems his fate is sealed.

Even if he can bail himself out of immediate danger, further perils await. Ahead of him are debilitating injuries, a fight to stay conscious, and an epic struggle in Great White Shark territory.