Sigiriya hill on the right |
The drive this morning started on an unpaved one lane red earth road. Quite bouncy. Very bouncy. Dogs sprawled on the road. Some moved out of the way slowly. Others stayed put, gave us a glance and we drove around them or honked them into action. Lots of them are unowned, just wild. There are soldiers in uniform, rifles over shoulders, jogging, walking casually toward the base. Everything remains green. The color scheme is beautiful: red, green, brown, and blue when the sky is clear. School children walk calmly, in uniforms, freshly combed hair or pig tails, backpacks, toward school through the morning chaos. Women and men starting work. Little buildings, mostly open air.
Thirty mins later ....
We have entered the Siguriya park. There are remnants of formal gardens. We walk through them en route to the ascent. The paths, long and straight, are red earth. The grass is naturally green. Lots of stray men offer their service as guides.
90 Minutes later ....
We have walked the steps to the top of Sigiriya. I hear a guide say, "1352 steps". That is different from the literature which says 1200. Up here, at the top, you can spin around and see a magnificent 360 degree view. It would be great to have brought a picnic or book or knitting and spend the whole day here. It feels good to be able to see natural beauty in massive abundance.
With our driver Priyantha |
Nearly down the hill we passed a snake charmer. He was unsmiling. He had two small round tortilla baskets. The could have held tortillas, but they each had a cobra. The charmer played his pipe. The cobra, with a startling swift move, popped his head out of the small round basket. It was a short presentation. I did not sense danger. Mostly, the snake was fascinating. A cobra has a great shaped head. The cobra returned to his basket. Attention turned to a larger box, rectangular, which held another snake. One appropriate for human shoulders. Maybe it was a boa. First, it hugged Wes. Then me. It was cool and smooth. I would have been scared. I was not because the handler in a sarong was clearly the apparent master of the snake's behavior.
Back in the van ....
Men are working, shirtless, with wooden rakes in flooded muddy rice paddies. In a tree, there is a small hut for a gunman. He fires a shot into the air when an elephant tries to enter. Is that to say there are wild elephants roaming the town?
About the men in sarongs, knee length, calf length or to the floor. They look comfortable, but like an afterbath towel wrapped around the waist, how do ensure it stays put?
Noon, back at the Hotel Sigiriya Water Garden ....
Egg hoppers |
At 3:30 PM back in the van ....
On the road to Dambulla, another Unesco World Heritage Sites. This time we visited a fully functioning Buddhist temple. A temple in caves, the underside of mountain top boulders. The caves have frescoes and between the five caves there are over 150 statues, mostly of Buddha. Of the frescoes and statues, some are as old as 2200 years old and some as young as 200 years.
The Dambulla site also required climbing about 500 feet up. Again, we were drenched. I muttered to myself, "it better be worth it". Before I could get actually cranky, we arrived to the caves and it was very much worth it.
Driving back to the lodge. It began to rain. Someone in the car said, "I would like to see an elephant". Voila, from the opposing direction and in the slow lane, meandering, in the dark and glistening wet was a wild elephant. It was eerie, rainy, dark, headlight lit.
Tonight, before dinner, we sipped a beautiful Bordeaux wine. At dinner we sat outdoors. The air was balmy and just right. We ate lightly. A little soup. A little salad. Over head a busy bat flitted scooping up the insects that might have given us company. Today, we saw two thousand years of Buddha related history. And our mini-safari, animals galore: a large iguana, herons, egrets, a bat and a wild elephant in the slow lane.
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