Mirissa

We left Unawatuna few days ago now, weve been in Mirissa since. It's only a small town but we came here because it's meant to be one of the best places in the world to see Blue Whales. After a couple of set backs we've finally booked the trip for tomorrow.
The first time we tried to book it the whale man said the water was too rough, the second time we planned to book it I got ill. I had a really bad throat and a fever, thank God for over the counter antibiotics!

Today we got the bus into habaraduwa to go to the turtle hatchery. En route there was a crazy lady who after dancing in the middle of the road made a beeline for me (of course). She was telling me how good her and I would look together and she kept trying to hold my hand. I was actually genuinely scared and Lee offered zero assistance. He hid in the pharmacy. Cheers pal. Why do I attract all the freaks?!
There wasn't much to the hatchery itself, it was only the size of a large room. There was a few different sections which held different breeds of turtles and all that. There was also a bit where they'd planted the turtle eggs into the sand waiting for them to hatch. The best bit was at the end were for a small donation you can release baby turtles into the sea. It was amazing. It made me think of you Soph, you'd have loved it. Haven't seen any donkeys yet though! They were so cute waddling towards the sea. The man said in 30 years they'll come back to the exact same beach to lay their eggs.

After there we got the bus into Matara for a wonder. This place is a bigger, it's where all the locals from Mirissa go to get their shit. It was kinda rotten here, so when we spotted some lads playing footy we decided to stop and watch to get away from the hustle and bustle. Turns out it was Matara city football ground and it was the 1st division team that were training. The coach was an ex Sri Lankan national player. Their ground was built by the German Football Federation and Jens Nowotny came over when it was built and he visits on a regular. Nowotny gave the coach some badges and then he gave them to us bless him. He was in awe of us and it should have been the other way around. He was such a nice man. So, in an indirect way, we got a pressie from Nowotny :)

A bird took a shit on me today, whilst I was eating too. I felt a plop on my bag, I thought I was being para, but I goes to Lee, 'have I been shit on?', expecting a negative. Guess there's a first time for everything. My bag was open a tiny bit, and needless to say, it went straight inside me bag, and on the handle too. Bit of water and a plastic bag for a cloth did the trick. It wasn't too sloppy thank God.

We went to a restaurant the other day because we were gagging a burger (so much for eating on a budget, eh). The place was funny, they proper ripped the pizza hut sign and KFC all in one, except their Colonel looked like Don King. Other than that we've been pretty good with the food, mainly eating street food which is cheaper than a motherlover. There's this tuktuk that plays music who goes round selling pastries and rotties, kinda like a savoury ice-cream man. It's like 9p for a pastry. Happy days.

I've burnt my forehead and it's all swollen up, don't know why but this has happened to me a few times. People are looking at me strange, I look like a Somali with me big alien head.

Oh yeah, Paul, your take on hands free is old news over here mate. The Lankans have been lodging their mobiles in their motorbike helmets for years. Not quite as good as a Sherpa hat in the summer I'll give you that.