Thursday 14th June 2012 - Colombo, Sri Lanka

I was supposed to leave Colombo today to go to Hikkadawu until Saturday but I was feeling a bit hungover after the amount of alcohol I had drank yesterday so ended up sleeping pretty late. Anjali had plans to meet one of the expat ladies, Carla, and I just hung around the house eating leftover spaghetti bolognese checking emails and skyping with Miss Lahari. I was really enjoying doing nothing actually but then got a call from Anjali if I wanted to do something so I went and met her at Chocoluv.  One of the tops I had bought from cotton collection had beads falling off of it so we jumped in a tuk tuk and went there to change it.  Anjali asked me if there was anything that I still wanted to do in Colombo - I had been wanting to go to Pettah as there is supposed to be loads of market places there. We jumped in a tuk tuk and headed there with the intention of finding a suitcase to house all the extra things i have accumulated throughout my trip so far. We arrived at the market area and hadnt even got out of the tuk tuk and Anjali just kept telling me that a lot of the shops sell a load of rubbish as if she really didnt want to be there. She even wanted to pay the tuk tuk driver to take us through the market streets - I mean how ridiculous! I told her that I wanted to walk and could see that she wasn't happy about it but what was the point in coming here to drive around in a tuk tuk?!  I found a rubbish 'original copy' samsonite suitcase for just over £10 to get my extra luggage home and then we walked around some more as I wanted to find magnets for my family and sandals for my sister for her birthday. We arrived in the next area and the men were throwing the most ridiculous high prices at us but I knew what to expect so just said no thank you and walked away. However there was one stall where they gave me a price and I haggled it down but then when I went to pay he raised the price back up. Anjali got so angry and shouted at me to come when I started trying to haggle the price back down. I asked her why she was acting like that and getting so agitated and in a raised voice she shouted "because why are you wasting your time with these people". I told her to stop shouting at me and asked her to calm down as there was just no point in letting them ruin your mood. Also I said i wouldn't mind but i wanted the magnets and now I have nothing. She said if i wanted to waste my time talking to these people she would leave. I said fine. She didn't go though and we got to the next stall where they were selling nice sandals. She was talking so rudely to the man there which meant he was being really ratty and rude to me. That was it for me. I told her that she just needed to stop because not only was she being rude to me but now the market stall workers were and I would actually like to buy something but she was making it really difficult. I kept my calm the whole time and didn't stoop to her level but I just actually couldn't believe the way she was acting! She's a 42 year old woman so she should know better.  I bought the sandals and then we jumped in a tuk tuk back to Anjali's house to get ready for the monthly expat "girls night out" event that Anjali and Farizeh were going to.  We got ready and then Anjali and I jumped in a tuk tuk to go to the tailor to see if the top she wanted to make for me was ready. I tried it on but it was bad so we left it with them to have more alterations made.  We then went back to Anjali's and waited for Farizeh to pick us up. The event was on the rooftop of this building and was again chic and classy like all the places these ladies were going to.  Anjali sat talking to some other ladies while Farizeh and I sat together talking to another lady. We then got talking to these two ladies from the UK. One was from liverpool and the other was from Wales. They were actually hilarious and had me in stitches doing impressions of their young children who were attending school in Sri Lanka since the father had to come here to work. Apparently they were doing the Sri Lankan head movement and talking with a Sri Lankan accent. They were only young so it sounded adorable.  We got home about 1am and then slept.