In a small dusty corner of Colombo, Sri Lanka, the sun-baked workers of Manning Market are hard at work.  From trucks loudly splashed with colourful murals, fruit and vegetables are heaved into the sheltered recesses of the dusky fruit and vegetable stalls. Grappling hessian bags and bamboo baskets with bare hands, the lads maintain a gruelling schedule. At first glance, they appear more like circus acrobats than mere ‘coolies’. Darting about from truck to stall, barking out orders … suddenly race off balancing a stack of produce to load an impatient customers’ taxi. The day plays out like a grand performance by these men, all earthen faced, vein-bulging arms, calloused hands and feet: a testament to years spent labouring here. The work done, its pay time and the joy of tucking a handful of Rupee’s into a wallet or shirt pocket is palpable. But the markets are never quiet for long. The night crew arrives to unload and too soon the sun begins to clear the darkness and more big trucks roll in. The shouting and waving renews…  The market men have arrived back to do it all again.