Going out - going in

I was in Sri Lanka for the last 4 days. It was great. I have a 1-year visa for India, but it says: "a single stay should not exceed 90 days". That means I need a stamp as a proof that I was out of India every 3 months. Annoying but interesting to see another country - even though India is so huge and diverse. So I could as well arrive and take the very first flight back, but I didn't do that. I went there only for 4 days because I'm in the school.
But it was great! Clean streets, friendly people(they are mostly Buddhist, I think religion does make a big difference to attitude and mentality), less noise, less people, nice bakeries, very beautiful nature, fresh fruits, less taboo on sex, beautiful(ly) dressed girls,...
I give you a few stories:
One night I was walking round the lake in Kandy and a boy(maybe my age or younger) asked me friendly if he could suck my cock. I told him honestly that I was not interested but he kept asking in a soft voice, looking down(or at my "cock") like a school boy, holding his bagpack round his shoulders with both hands. I started walking of and he called me back. Then I started explaining him ,rationally and scrupleless , why I thought he shouldn't express his frustration(?) in this way or why this is a bad way of making money(is it?), and even before I could end my lection his disinterested face turned away and said: "ok, ok". So I went home. Oh my god, I have much more interesting stories but no patience to write them down. Maybe I should start writing a short text every day...
Next, my friends of the KSJ gave me a small Buddha statue and the mission to have it blessed in a Buddhist temple or monastery on my travel before I left. So I took it to a small monastery where a young Burmese monk told me to clean it properly and come back in the morning. So I looked for the right cleaning material and restoration material... it was difficult. I was in fancy stores, jewellers and glass-mirror shops... but nothing. In a Muslim jewelery shop the shopkeepers were sorry they couldn't help me because of the Buddha statue (they never make images of their gods), but a rickshaw driver there wanted to take me to an antiquary shop. I gave in and we went off. The first shop couldn't help, but the second, a beautiful, large shop with all kinds of nice items, didn't have any costumers(it was Sunday). I explained them what I was looking for and they all started helping me repainting the statue in gold and finding solutions for the missing colored little mirror pieces. They were all Buddhist except one christian who preferred Buddhism. They didn't charge me anything (obviously, because the statue was Buddha). Anyway, it was a great experience, and I have much more to tell but not the patience nor time to write them down properly. Excuse me for this half and careless work... it will be made up, but when? And where? Now you at least have something to read for now, and it's not to long so there is a possibility you read everything till the end... right?(stop staring, yes you, the ones who skipped the middle! ;-D. Family, friends, people: my stay in Sri Lanka was great, I feel very happy! :-)