Hello again,
Up until this point I have only explored a relatively short stretch of the Southern Sri Lankan coast. Last Friday after yoga, myself and two friends decided to go inland and see the mountains of this exotic island. A local friend of ours was the driver and as the midday heat settled on the coastal plain we cruised up into the hills along narrow bumpy roads littered with screaming buses, tuk-tuks, bicycles, and an occasional cow sauntering down the center of the road. Our destination was Ella, elevation 3500 feet.
The place we stayed was amazing. It had a commanding view of the valley. Looking out you could see through the Ella Gap and down to the hot humid coastal plain below. The next day we took a sweet hike up to Ella rock. When we were on the summit a swarm of thousands of bees passed overhead and we all had to lay on the ground and just let them pass over. Joining us on the summit for a while was a group of young accountants from Colombo. They were on a work outing for the weekend. On the hike we passed over a giant waterfall, walked through terraced rice fields, and cruised the train tracks for a while too.
The next day we took a train through the mountains for an hour and a half to the next town, Haputale. From there we visited a nearby tea factory that Sir Thomas Lipton opened in 1890. The hill country of Sri Lanka is pretty much a massive tea plantation. Like cotton in the south, the every available acre here was turned into tea plantations by the British. Also, since there was no work force in the hills, they imported Tamil people from Southern India to pick tea....i.e. slave labor basically. On the coast where I've been it is all Sinhalese Buddhist people. In the hills it is mostly Hindu Tamils who speak a completely different language and have totally different customs. The Tamils are also the most strikingly beautiful people I have seen here......without a doubt.
Riding the train through the mountains was exhilarating. Last month I read The Great Railway Bazaar, and I completely agree with the author's sentiment that upon hearing the whislte of a train my spirit always yearns to be on it with my body hanging out of a window watching the world roll by. On the train we passed waterfalls, terraced rice fields, mountain people, tunnels, and grand vistas.
After three nights in the hills it was time to head back to Rocky Point. We didn't rush out of Ella however. We spent pretty much the whole day there and didn't get home till late that evening. Before leaving the hills I bought some of the most delicious wild bee honey that I've ever tasted...hands down. Everyone else agreed. We also got a bottle of the local "maple syrup." It has the most sweet smokey delicous flavor. It was a wonderful trip to a completely different world within Sri Lanka and I look forward to returning soon.
Many blessings to all of you. Love, Jacob