Chasing the Cricket Team pt. II

So I reached Galle by the time the match was over. I had missed them and they had run away back to Colombo.
I booked into a wonderful hotel that was British colonial style, but was deserted except for me and four ladies who had been there since British colonial times.

Next morning I woke up, checked out of the hotel and found the only honest tuc-tuc driver in Sri Lanka- the only one who didn't deliver the standard:
Do you want hotel?
No
Change Money?
No
Smoke?
no
Are you married?
no
Want a girl?
no
Very nice girl?
no.
He showed me round Galle Fort, in the tuc-tuc because we were pressed for time.
I drew some water from a Danish well, and then went on and found some cliff divers. We argued over the price of being able to film one of his jumps for a while and then settled for about SLR 100 (70p). He told me to pay discreetly though because there was a film crew there paying SLR 100,000 for the same. They dived off a fort turret into a hole about a metre wide, surrounded by water about waste deep. That's a good business. I stood and watched with a bunch of monks with parasols.

All in all it was a pretty brilliant morning, but I had to get on, because I had a cricket team to catch. The tuc-tuc driver sent me on my way and told me to find Sukadadasai stadium.
After a diversion caused by independance day rehearsals which meant we all had to get off the train and on buses, upsetting a lot of tourists, we ended up outside the station.
I jumped in a tuc tuc and asked for Sukadadasai...that's where the cricket is right?
No! That's a football stadium.
Ok... the cricket one then.

And I caught them!

The stadium was amazing. The atmosphere went from sort of funky during the day to electric at night. There were bongos and trumpets and people dancing non- stop. For the whole match the crowd was dancing away. I was one of the only ones supporting India. That felt good.