Sick as a pig

Got sick. I always get sick at the most annoying times. I've been chilling over here for almost 2 months and the first time someone comes over from the UK I get sick. I went and had a meal on Wednesday at a semi swanky restaurant and had a couple of beers. More curry and eggs (do I eat anything else?) and I also found out that eggs cooked on batter are called hoppers.
Went out the following night and that totally did me in. Played pool whilst eating finger-food. Had a few more beers but it was bacteria that laid me out and not the alcohol. I wish it had been the booze, as that would have only lasted for 24 hours. Stomach cramps on Friday, but had to go to work as I had a big deadline looming. Went home for 3 hours in the middle of the day to lie down as I couldn't function and then came back to work. Same again Saturday and marginally better Sunday after eating nothing but a loaf of white bread for 24 hours. Got so bored on Sunday after watching 3 DVDs at home I went for a walk. Sri Lanka is really green and lush and is full of trees that look like they belong in middle earth with hobbits living in them. I came across a graveyard, which in England always have a quiet eerie feeling about them but this one was more like the enchanted garden.
Sri Lankans were hanging out in the shade under the trees and for lack of a decent park the local kids were playing cricket there.
Further up the road is what I'm assuming is a temple, probably Buddhist.

In Independence Square is a monument, which is a symbol of Sri Lanka's struggle for independence. It's built from reinforced concrete in the style of a medieval Kandyan audience hall.
This is the first Prime Minister of Sri Lanka, D.S. Senanyake who won the first election after the English gave them back their Independence in 1947.

After my stroll I went home and ate more white bread. Monday heralded the return of my appetite and a return to health, thank Buddha.