The most awesome post ever maaaaaaaan!

1) Some things we've neglected to mention...Back in Colombo:
Alice and I were walking around the bus station, well Alice was actually trailing behind me while I marched along, when suddenly two men stopped me. They grabbed me, turned me around, and were pointing backwards in distress. Alice, you see, was carrying her large backpack in exactly the way that the manufacturer intended - on her back. She was also carrying a small backpack. Where was she carrying this one? On her front! It isn't called a frontpack Alice. Well, all this additional weight made Alice a little top heavy, and in the chaos of the bussling bus station she was too overwhelmed to cope with the gravitional pull of the earth's mass and as a result went face first towards the sidewalk. If it wasn't for her frontpack which served as a buffer she would have seriously damaged her unusually long teeth - nothing Anne couldn't handle - but she wouldn't have been much to look at for the next 4 months. I leisurely sauntered back to see if she was okay, trying not to laugh, as she lay face down flailing unable to get up. She resembled an overturned turtle, her little arms groping around trying to overcome the hefty hump on her back.
Immediately afterwards, we crossed the street to wait for a bus and a bird shat on me. Well not me, but my bag, which in a materialistic capitalist kind of way is an extension of myself as I bought it with the rewards of my hard labour. Alice said it was karma for laughing at her. I call it animal physiology/digestion. I wiped it off with a bunch of paper I had in my pocket, but my black and green bag is now black, green and white dispite my best efforts. (A Japanese man next to me in the computer place just sneezed really loudly - it was scary.)

2) Back in Arugam Bay

After writing our last blog we went to bed at a reasonable time, and actually made it out surfing the next morning. We woke up at 7:30 and shared a tuktuk with a German guy named Johannes to Peanut Farm - a local surf point. The tuktuk that we hired was the nicest I've seen yet. It had custom metal anchor detailing inside, with a stereo system that had mp3 capabilities, not to mention a number of other after market additions like faux chrome hub caps. We strapped three surf boards to the roof, stopped for bananas in the market, and then headed down the highway. We pulled off after about 10 minutes and went down a windy dirt road towards the beach, driving through heaps of gigantic elephant turds. We got to the beach, and it was unfortunately lacking in surf, so we turned around and went to another place called Whisky Point where we spent the afternoon. The waves were pretty good, but it was busy, so Alice and I spent most of the time trying to stay out of people's way. We had fun, but were exhausted by the end of the day. Surfing is a lot of work.

We've befriended a Kiwi who co-owns a restraurant here with a local guy. His name is Mark, and the restaurant is called The Green Room. We went there for dinner and noticed that the music playing was awesome - Band of Horses, followed by The Gorillaz, and then Massive Attack. As my ipod died on the plane ride over here, I have been sharing Alice's ipod which is loaded full of music obtained from Kris' library. I have made it a well known fact that I think Kris' taste in music is generally bad, and I tease her at any opportunity - to her great psychological trauma. I must admit, and intend to send her a personalized email attesting to this fact, that she actually had a lot of music that I really enjoyed - BUT - after listening to the same things over almost 2 months Alice and I were ready for a change. After dinner we approached Mark and asked him if we could poach some music from his itunes library as we enjoyed what we had heard so far of his tastes, and banked on the rest of his collection being at least moderately good. He agreed, and the next evening, over complimentary (ripe) mango juices we stole approximately 3500 songs. I am happy. Unfortunately we lost all of Kris' music - this is not sarcasm, we do miss some things. (love you Kris :) ) While chatting with Mark we told him about how this community is seriously in need of a good backbacker book swap - and so The Green Spot library was born. Today we brought in 4 books that Alice and I were through with in exchange for 2 books from Mark (not yet to be delivered). In 5 years we expect to return to find a well developed library, and a commemorative plaque on the wall paying tribute to our brilliance. "People will read again" engraved beneath our names.

Alice is on the second leg of her Tour de Lanka. Yesterday she rented a bicycle, described to me as nothing more than some scarps of rusted metal welded together, and she peddled herself approximately 30 kms around the eastern coast. Not one to relax in this seaside paradise, she did the same thing today except went 40 kms - on a better bike - and actually saw a crocodile. I asked to come. She wasn't having it. I'm learning not to come between Alice and her exercise.

Yesterday while Alice was training for the post-oil appocalypse when peddle power is the only means of generating electricity, I was eating copious amounts of sandwhiches. We discovered this little local shop down the street from our cabana that sells Jaffles - essentially like a grilled cheese sandwhich - for about 75 cents each. You can add boogie booge fancy stuff like avacado and tomato, or omelette which pushes each one to just over a buck - which I did. I have had 4 in the last 36 hours. While eating sandwhiches, I also met a lot of people - many of whom I liked, a couple I didn't. Either way it was a very relaxing afternoon which left me feeling mentally charged up after having been subjected to Alice and her hill climbing agenda for a month and a half.

After Alice's 30km ride yesterday we were supposed to meet at a yoga studio at 4pm. She showed. I didn't. It was raining, I was full of sandwhiches, and couldn't remember exactly where it was. When I say raining, I mean pouring. I thought about Dinesh and what his advice would have been. "I think it is best you don't yoga in the rain, it is better you eat now, yes?." "Yes Dinesh". Did make it to yoga this evening however, and Alice and I are now that much closer to enlightenment. The studio is run by a couple - he is from California, she is from Israel. The guy led the class today, and his voice was almost distracting in how perfectly it captured the SoCal surfer style. "Just feel the flow of the ocean and the moon maaaaaaan. Become a wave." We are now waves.

After careful consideration, and chaning plans many times, we have settled on extending our Sri Lankan visa so that we can apply for an Indian visa from here once I have my new passport - instead of spending a month in Nepal before going to India. It will save us a couple hundred dollars, and according to our surfer yoga dude Kevin, "yeah man, you know Nepal is cold right now, yeah man, coooooold."

That is all.

P.S. We've started playing cribbage again after I quit when Alice beat me that time we slept in garbage outside on a mountain in Java. Curiously we've discovered that the person who wins invariably is the person who keeps score. Weird.

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