The Journey-Part 3

This flight started with a bloody rude, overweight woman barging in front of me and sticking all her kit inside the security check machine without actually putting anything on a tray. Then I got in and a geriatric, very moody, very aged man had taken my seat and there was nothing I can do as he was ancient and is therefore allowed. So I was in the middle of a 4-seater section, in the middle part of the plane! This, as you may know, is terrible for me. This plane was bigger but more compact seatwise and my legs can't take it. In addition, I happen to drink a lot of water and I therefore pee a lot so don't like climbing over sleeping people to do so. I had reserved this seat online, so was mildly ticked off, and because he was so old I had to go all the way round to get into my seat as he couldn't stand up without a huge effort. But there is a god because just before takeoff he got moved to a closer, more spacious seat which I found out later was in first class. So I ended up with two seats to myself. Yes. No TVs though and it was a six and a half hour flight.. They had them on the 4 hour one. To my great annoyance, in dabbling with my alarm clock earlier I had managed to make the watch beep twice on every hour.
As we arrived in Banadaranaike Airport, I got my visa from a very grumpy man in a ridiculous white security outfit(this probably had something to do with his mood, and it was also 4 30 in the morning). I was immediately offered a taxi and left the airport in high spirits. The road
to Colombo was basically a military complex, barbed wire and army men everywhere. What struck me on the way into town wasn't just the culture shock but also how it really wasn't so different. One always goes to these places expecting to find a completely different world, but globalisation was jumping out at me from everywhere. I was completely lost in Colombo and no one spoke English, yet somehow managed to find the bus station and got onto a tiny green bus to Galle. This bus should have got in, at most, 10 people. Fortunately I got in when there were only about 10 people, and even then my enormous rucksack was causing great consternation, as the space was so little I couldn't get it through the middle. It had to be passed around to the back with great difficulty and I was charged double. My legs were by now trying to cramp on me and I couldn't quite fit my legs into my seat. Half an hour later, there were between 40 and 50 people on the bus, I have no idea how. Little seats kept popping out of nowhere and although we were completely crammed we somehow all fit in. This was a 3 and a half hour bus ride, I hadn't slept in ages and my legs were dying, so my body decided to try and send me to sleep... This was not popular with my two neighbours, as I kept nodding off and waking with a jolt/being thrown to the side- it must be said that this bus was literally breaking as it drove and must have been half the weight of the combination of everyone inside. Due to my sleep issues, I fell into the man on my right no less than a good 20 times, it was ridiculous.
Finally we arrived in Galle and I climbed into the greatest of inventions... A tuk-tuk.