Mr Jacks

Never speak to a man called Mr Jacks! We were warned against the crazy tuktuk driver but ended up bumping into him anyway on our mission to get to the Botanical Gardens. After refusing to pay 200 rupees more than the suggested rate, he then proceeded to jump out of his tuktuk and chase us down the street shouting at any other tuktuks that stopped for us, and then when one finally did, he jumped back in his tuktuk and tried to run us over!! What a lovely man.

Botanical gardens promised a cup of tea but sadly we were denied (due to closure not misbehaviour!) Otherwise lots of pretty flowers and couples doing PDAs in trees with the monkeys.

Then headed up a very steep hill to visit the big buddha to wish him a belated birthday. I am sure he was grateful, or maybe just the guy in the gift shop that managed to sell us a couple of books on 'The Nitty Gritty of Buddhism'.

After such religious exploits, miracles did indeed happen as we managed to find 'The Pub' selling....wait for it....Alcohol!!!! Sadly we had to wait 15 minutes for our Gin and tonics due to licencing laws or soemthing by which time, we were pretty much gagging.

Abstinence broken, we returned to our friendly and cheaper, B&B, a whole 7 pounds per night after our retreat experience! We finally managed to find our first Sri Lankan curry, and was certainly worth waiting for!