It is hot. If every post while in Sri Lanka included this fact, it would remain an understatement. It is 10PM and we just got back from an action packed day in Colombo attempting (with varied success) to buy office and computer equipment.The trip out of Colombo was horrific. While it took us 25-30 minutes on a bus to get in, the end of day traffic made that trip easily 2 hours. Such inconsistency is everywhere. Used monitors are cheap, but surge protectors are $40 USD. Women are treated with a lot of respect, but I am expected to sit on a bus before Kara does.

Rather than suffer from the culture shock it seems best to just sit back and watch the idiosyncrasies roll on by. For example, when Kara and her husband moved into this new house (apparently just days before I arrived), she asked the landlord what the policy was with trash. This is an “upscale” neighboring city and one of the few places that you can get “reliable” DSL. Upscale or not, our landlord was apparently confused at the question.

“What should we do with our trash?”, Kara repeated. “Are there trash men?”

“Oh, no no no.”, the landlord replied. “Just throw it over the fence.”