I went to the cricket ground at Galle once, which I was assured is world famous.
What a shíthole that was. Mind you, it was in the middle of a civil war.
Gosh, yes. The Sri Lankan civil war. That was a bit of a rum do, wasn't it? Basically, light-coloured dark chaps against dark-coloured dark chaps as far as I could make out. No idea what they were all so cross about.
I imagine they feel awfully silly these days having got themselves into such a to-do about nothing. Oh, well.
I seem to remember that the government simply got fed up with them in the end and slaughtered them wholesale in a big massacre. The usual suspects got all pearl-clutchy about it, of course, but ultimately what are you supposed to do with fanatics who refuse to surrender?