(Day fourteen + fifteen) Does anyone else say leo-pards when they're typing leopards? It’s 9pm. I’m not long back at the hotel after a somewhat hair-raising cab ride back to Wattala from Negombo in the dark. Mind you licking fourteen stamps and fixing them to postcards during the journey wasn’t the smartest idea, distracting yes but I feel a bit sick now. I can’t wait to write about today but I’m still way behind so it’s time to think back to last week. I’d say I’ve got about

(Day twelve + thirteen) I'm looking over the menu at a seafood restaurant where I've come to have lunch and write. The fans above are cooling the hot, humid air while four chefs do prep with a view to a big stretch of palm lined sandy beach. There's no one there aside from me, I'm early and they've just opened. I order a fresh lime juice and boot up my laptop. A family arrives soon after, they have a little girl around three. By now I've decided on the prawns and she walks by