We had a lovely sleep in. We then waved goodbye to Ramesh, Bridged, Liz and Stuart. Since the cost of the hotel had an expensive cricket supplement, we thought that we might as well go to the cricket. So we went to the shopping centre to book the $1 tickets. Because the shopping centre was so lovely with air conditioning and proper shops where you don't get scammed or hassled, mum and I had a look around. While we had a look around, dad went and got the train tickets for our trip out of Kandy. At the shopping centre, I bought some posh sandals and a really nice dress and mum bought a lovely top. Feeling happy with our purchases, we met up with dad at the shopping centre for an ice cream. Dad then told us about his horrible trip to the train station. He witnessed a death. That's right, he witnessed a death. Someone was run over by a bus and he saw it! I felt really relieved that I didn't go to the train station with dad. I would have been mortified.
We went back to our hotel and then from there we went to the one and only Temple of the Sacred Tooth Relic (it houses Sri Lanka's most important Buddhist relic; a tooth of the Buddha). Unfortunately you don't actually get to see the tooth as it is inside a gold casket shaped like a Dagoba behind curtains. We then got some food from the bakery to take with us to the cricket - Bangladesh VS Pakistan. There was extremely high security. They split the males and females up and then checked all our bags and body. Once we sat down and the cricket had started, we got a real feel of the cricket. The crowd was crazy and very enthusiastic. Some painted themselves and some made outfits. There were cheerleaders dancing and people cheering along. It was great! Then we got back home and slammed our faces in our pillows. We snored the night away (well, at least dad did).