Sunday, 8 April 2012

Impressions and Costs

Joan preferred Sri Lanka to India, above all because it was much cleaner, a view echoed by almost everyone we spoke to who had arrived by way of India. It certainly was a very pleasant holiday and we both felt and, I gather, looked much better on our return. Not difficult in my case as I left Britain full of doubt and worry, most unusual for me, but probably the result of over-hasty preparation once we realised Joan's health scare had been given the all-clear and we had no time to lose if we were to spend the winter in the sun again.

Since costs feature in the diary keep in mind there were around 200 rupees to the pound, so divide the figures by 2 to get costs in pence or by 200 to convert them to pounds. 


Having been concerned leaving the UK I found getting about by public transport was just as easy as elsewhere in Asia, in fact there was less danger of failing to find seats the buses even when not getting on at the origin. It is true that many tourists get about by hiring a car and driver for the duration of the trip and allowing him in effect a big influence over the itinerary. It wouldn't have suited us, for we enjoy being free agents and finding our way about. We travelled throughout by Bus, as usual, but deliberately chose the train for the journey from Ella to Kandy for the excellent views of mountains and tea plantations, the downside of this was the slow pace for that journey got a little tedious as we approached 7 hours and even had to change train for the final short leg to Kandy, whilst our train headed for Colombo. 

One mistake was to return from Anuradhapura by bus without thinking, when the equally fast train would have been more pleasant - but then we should have missed the exciting way the express bus overtook its way down a pseudo middle lane on a congested two track road. I was amazed (not at all frightened) by the skill of the driver judging everything to the millimetre whether facing the oncoming traffic or cutting back into his home lane. That was the only day we experienced what the guide books implied was endemic on Sri Lankan roads, they are not different in degree to the rest of Asia.


My impression is the costs of Sri Lanka, apart from transport which was cheap, are well above most countries in Asia as the out-turn figures now bear out. A big difference from India is that, Colombo and Kandy aside, there are only tourist hotels presumably because the island isn't business oriented anyway. It explains the absence of good restaurants as well, because there is no demand by the local populace, so one eats at the hotel or guest house. Normally these are selected on price and an inspection of the room. The smaller educated class results in far less prevalence of fluent English speakers, which results in so many good insights to Indian life.


Unlike anywhere else an appreciable part of the cost of visiting the more interesting architecture and ruins is the price of entry and guides because they are stated in USD and are at least as expensive as similar venues in the UK. By Indian or European standards the 'sites' do not impress, completely outclassed by say the Indian Temples eg last years Halebeed & Belur or Hampi. On the other hand one shouldn't argue too hard as they try to catch up with our standard of living, all too well if they hadn't had to spend  so much on internal military conflicts. (In my view largely their own fault for lack of tolerance, diktats on language, and needing to settle old scores).

The exceptions are Mihintale the site where Buddhism was introduced to Sri Lanka in 246 BC, and Dambulla with its multiple Buddhist caves. Mihintale's entry price is zero except for the sacred centre which is well worth 500 rp (4$). The real essential for these sights is to have a good guide and they seem to be in good supply and are accredited. Dambulla's entry was 1300rp and with more intact to admire in less need of a guide.

We found the people pleasant and very honest as we nearly always do when travelling as an independent couple who have to learn the value of the currency early on. Most tourists remark on the friendlines of the people.

The coastal climate too hot and humid for me, we should have started with the advantage of altitude in Ella or even Kandy and acclimatised more gently. I did myself no favours whatever by letting myself get hydrated early on for a want of drinking enough, ending up without energy. Once we left the coast I was back to my best and strongest, it would have been much earlier (Mirissa) if I had not caught a very sore throat in Hambantota.

There were very few Mosquitoes but it would have made sense to always use the mosquito nets which were universally provided, except in good quality air conditioned hotels where they were not needed anyway. However even on our last but one night in Lake Lodge I woke with restricted breathing until I realised the problem was being caused by one of those wretched electric mosquito deterrents, which was likewise un-neccessary.


To our surprise we found it better to follow advice from tuk-tuk drivers promoting the newest places to stay, rather than simply to follow the guide book. This gives some idea of the speed to which Sri Lankans are adapting to the increasing influx of tourists. In fact this was the almost universal pattern from Happy Beach in Hambantota through to Suisse View Residence in Kandy, Lakmini Lodge in Sigiriya, to Lake Wave 2. In Ella ourselves found a brand new two room development for £13 a night above a shop, but later recommended Up Country as an even cheaper place to stay. For me the turnaround came from three nights in the newly expanded Hotel SilanMo in Mirissa where we had half board for £50/night and unusually for hotels the 13% tax and the 10% service charges were included.


Look out for real change in Hambantota with its New Test Cricket Stadium (first used in 2011 World One Day Cricket Cup), a big new Conference Centre, new International Airport opening later this year, and a Chinese built harbour Harbour ready for 2020. Today as a town it has little to recommend it except for the restaurant at Rest House and the Happy Beach Guest House.


The food in spite of the Rick Stein program we watched before leaving was boring. Sri Lankan curry means curry dominated by coconut milk and little if any variation. For me it did not compare with the variation of vegetarian flavours available in India, but then unlike Joan I like spicey food, but even she would admit some of the Indian cooking was superb. Joan ate a lot of prawns here, her favourite food but only the Rest House in Hambantota cooked them really well in my estimation and fish was disappointing apart from superb fish barbecued in foil with spicing (if that's not a confusion in terms) at Happy Beach. By far the most enjoyable meal was the communal one in Lakmini Lodge guest house, where I lost count of the number of dishes were brought round by Gini to add to a generous helping of chicken curry all cooked by his shopkeeper wife.

Our biggest regret is have not having visited the east Coast or Jaffna and the north the home of the Tamils and scene of most of the recent fighting. Politically we learnt the Dutch ruled for 138 years 1658 to 1790 before the British took over as colonial power until independence in 1948 and that the majority of the Civil Service under British time was Tamil rather than Sinhalese.

An excellent holiday but, for me, a less impressive destination than many.  

What is so intriguing to me about India?


The Contrasts

Between beautiful saris and the dirty chaotic streets.

Between the Gandhi inspired traditions of peaceful resistance and tolerance and the violence of relations with say Pakistan their own 'untouchables', or communist terrorists. How could they defend leaving around 50% of the population, virtually virtually uneducated. What proportion would be classed as  illiterate?

The contrast between the richest and poorest in the world, between highly educated doctors and engineers and the illiterate, between the Nehru Congress tradition, a hard line Hindu party, thinking Communist (Marxist) and Communist fighting 'terrorists'.

Arguably the oldest and most fascinating religions in the world, pre Hindu and Buddhism. The most magnificent Hindu and Jain temples, palaces built for Muslim maharajas and mosques

The contrast between the richest and poorest in the world, between highly educated doctors and engineers and the illiterate, between thinking Communist (Marxist) and violent Communist (Maoist). Modern medicine and the Ayurvedic tradition exist side by side so do hand looms and modern textile factories.

Many of the middle class learn English as their first language the rest need to master it to follow courses in higher education so I get many opportunities to discuss freely with Indians (not just interesting tourists - as always) plus a quality English press to keep me thinking.

Variety exists for Indians, 1.3 billion people live there, foreign tourists like me benefit from the infrastructure way beyond tourist hotspots like Cochin and Agra. Middle class Indians eat out and travel for business and tourism in their own country, hence the range of good restaurants and hotels.

The Chaos (conundrum is perhaps a better word), a familiar cliche to describe India, from the traffic which is nominally holds to the left like us, to the filth with animals having the right of way. Sri Lanka struck me as friendly but simple rather than complex.




COSTS
Cost in UK of flights, insurance, coach to Heathrow and 30 day visas   £1348.
         
All-in spend in Sri Lanka = £1872. Composed of cash from Sri Lankan ATMs (via debit card) = £1559, plus £313 on Credit Card for a few hotel bills.

Cost/night £1872/28 = £67/night in Sri Lanka as compared with £38/night (admittedly for 58 nights) last year in Karnataka state in Southern India.

Absolutely nothing was spent on shopping, as usual - if only because it has to be carried.  

Overall cost =  £3220 for two people, only £107 per night spent in Sri Lanka.                                              

Saturday, 7 April 2012

Colombo (Beginning and End

Original posting 20 Feb 2012


An easy journey in theory leaving home by 37 bus to bus station and then on a 202 to Heathrow but the 12.16 bus 37 did not come that day and 30 mins or so we got a taxi. Lucky the 37 would n have taken so long as we still arrived in plenty of time.
One of the last flights from Heathrow Gulf Air 21.50 to Colombo via a three hour delay to change flights at Bahrain. Found ATM in Colombo airport virtually hiding behind the banks with queues and then purchased a taxi fare to Colombo 2 on desk in arrivals foyer around 2200rp and taken to taxi. An hour later through a continuous built up area indistinguishable from Colombo we were at the Lake Lodge we had ordered and a pleasant place it is, no wonder there are never any vacancies! The price of 60 pounds over the Internet included two pleasant breakfasts on the verandah.

Temple on Beira Lake

Next morning we had a stroll around the lake Beira then took a tuk-tuk with a driver we had been talking to to our new hotel Renuka not far away. More expensive this was 70 pounds without breakfast with no advantages over Lake Lodge, which was full, except a good restaurant, the Palmyrah specialising in Jafna food (Tamil) where we ordered a Sri Lankan meal with help from the waiter who explained that the dishes were enough for two but that we needed to order several to share as normal in Indian or Chinese restaurants - seems little help but it was very much appreciated at the time.


We took a regular bus to the train station for the vast fare of 12rp each only to confirm what our tuk-tuk driver had already told us, there was no train to Galle since the track was being relaid to allow the trains to run faster. The bus station was not much further the state buses on one side of the street the Bastian private bus station on the other side. That was divided conveniently into platforms each one with several sections many offering normal bus size and intercity a/c mini buses, we found the location of the minis to Galle for use the following day.


Pensions and rights for the self employed


New Year's Party 'Sinsational: Seduction is a way of life

We walked around the Fort and Port areas and decided to take a cup of tea and a rest in the Grand Oriental Hotel, once the finest hotel in Colombo, at the militarised dock gate, here we were also introduced to the desert Wattalapam. The amazing thing it was actually far cheaper in this luxury hotel than in any other hotel we had been.

Joan at The Orient Hotel
Noticed Rugby was being played on the sports field opposite Lake Lodge which was a surprise, later we came to the conclusion that several private schools taught Rugby. Cricket though was clearly the main game.


End of Holiday
Before leaving Lake Lodge we booked two nights (11&12th March) at Lake Lodge, our last two days in Colombo, the 12th March would be underused because we would have to leave for the airport at 1.30am, leaving little time to enjoy the bed. The first night soon after arrival we ate at the Palmyrah again which was a little disappointing, given a our high expectations. The Next day we had a private taxi tour firstly a three hour stop at The National Museum which was excellent. I took a huge series of photos as we walked around, both of artefacts and the written descriptions which should  allow me to reconstruct a more accurate picture. Luckily I had at Joan's insistence bought a ticket for use of the camera and when approached by a very pleasant girl curator could produce the same. Joan's point was that one could never contribute too much to such museums, which provided lots of information almost for free. For the record museum entry was 500rp each and the photo ticket which was found nearby in a safe (indicating how seldom they were sold) were just 250rp or say 1.50 pounds.




An Elephant Light
Then Independence Square with its memorial building, the Sri Siva Subharamaniya Kovil Hindu Temple, though it was closed but reopened for the evenings at 5pm, finally to an excellent but expensive Internet site in the Cinnamon Grand Hotel Complex where I caught up on the Ancient Cities for lack of usable Internet access whilst we were there. We must bring a small computer or tablet with WiFi next time it would be so much better given the widespread availability of WiFi and the paucity of decent Internet cafes.

High Tea at Galle Face Hotel

A Wedding party, note white umbrellas to diffuse lighting
We had hoped that the final event would be the taking of High Tea at the famous Galle Face Hotel though thanks to Gulf Air the Tamarind Tree Motel was to make a relaxing finish to our tour. Hurrying from the Internet at 4pm we walked to the Galle Face Hotel (now no. 1 in Colombo) for tea as previously promised to Joan. It was a fabulous hotel, elegantly redesigned by their top architect Geoffrey Bawa, its status obvious from its use for wedding photographs for traditionally dressed parties with a backcloth of the beach and sea. High tea, there were a few hot offerings though the major feature was an inviting range of cakes and deserts, was only 1050rp/person (£5) self service and you could have made a full meal of it but we indulged on the cakes well aware that we had booked a full Sri Lankan Curries of Chicken and the other Prawn (guess who had which!) for early dinner (6.30pm) at Lake Lodge before getting early to bed. The curries were excellent.

Galle

Original posting 20 Feb from Galle 20 Feb 2012

On the pleasant minibus ride to Galle the time flew by as we talked to Michel a German who had owned a apartment in Sri Lanka since 1982 in the Pearl river complex in Hikkaduwa 30 mins from Galle.

We got the Tuk-tuk driver to bring us to west end of Pedlar Street where there were several guest houses listed, he left us there outside the Pedlars Inn Cafe without the slightest trace of the hassle we were to encounter on the following day in the centre of town.

Pedlar Street
Weltevreden Guest House (right), NB armed soldier

Weltevreden courtyard

We ignored the invitation to come and view the rooms in 96 Pedlar Street, where we eventually moved to, found that Mrs Kali's house was being completely gutted for restoration from a five bedroom guest house into four rooms, two up two down. So we settled next door for the Weltevreden apparently one of the longest living in Galle. We were offered two rooms and chose the slightly more expensive one with tiled floor for 3000rp.

The other 8 rooms were occupied by a very friendly crowd, we ordered dinner of Sri Lankan vegetable curry and spent a pleasant evening with George, a Londoner who had been on a 2 week meditation, no TV or reading or conversation which he described as an interesting experience with is thoughts taken to placers they had never been before. The only talking was to listen to an individual daily teaching from the monk who lived in this place, which was originally just a single cave in a group of rocks. There was no charge but they offered gifts on leaving which could be money. He told of one such gift of £450,000 which they would not accept but suggested he could donate later having time to reconsider. In the event he did eventually donate the full £450,000, which gives some impression of the value that man found there. George also sang the praises of  Arugam Bay on the east coast, though talked of the frequency of mosquitoes bites there with the comparative absence here. Every bed nevertheless had at least one sometimes two nets in spite of which I get around three bites a night.

We checked out the next day after a great breakfast 400rp of omelette, toast, coffee or tea plus a huge plate each of fruit, half a papaya, banana and a big slice of pineapple.

King Coconut in garden at 96 Pedlar Street
So it was with some regret we went a few doors along the street to number 96 where there was a much softer mattress and a mosquito net in a frame, maybe in some-way this was a mistake as the frequency of mosquito bites increased slightly and the fan was slightly less cooling. Though the large high rooms and elegant architecture warranted the doubling of price. It turned out this new place is also now owned by Mrs Khali but run by her son whilst the other is being rebuilt.
Galle Fishing Harbour

Locals Swimming
Leaving school


Mirissa's big Fishing Harbour
There she blows, a sister ship of four
Yesterday  we got up at 5pm to take a tuk-tuk drive to a whale watching boat at Marissa, the boat was only 500rp compared with the 800rp normal in Mirisssa itself. We had been talking yesterday to a Spanish couple Jorge and Alicia who were teachers taking advantage of the 2 months each year they could take off without pay. They did that every year and were clocking up the countries they had visited at 110, far more than us though such trophies are never in our minds we believe in travelling slowly. The whale trip was a great success and we also saw two diving,  tails up of one I have a photographic record. Immense creatures and so close to the armada of four small boats pursuing them hither and thither . Recognised by the huge plumes of water coming as they 'blew'. 
She dives and disappears

What no stick fisherman! - you arrange photo opportunities like that
Scraping bark on 'Cinnamon Island'

We now spend our time in the Fort area which is now a world heritage site with quite a lot of restoration including complete tile paving of the streets as per our drives.

The downside is the hassle we had on our first and only tentative visit to the bus station. 'Mosquitoes' they are deservedly called offering trips here and there, visits to craft centres, full of praise for generosity of Liverpool which apparently built each one of them a new one bedroom house with kitchen after their own was destroyed in the tsunami. The last sob story was of a child in hospital and they asked not for money but for just a carton of milk. We later learnt from locals the detail of this well-known scam, they would take you to a shop and expect you to buy an expensive pack of cartons of baby milk, a scam perpetuated no doubt with the help of the store keeper.

Pedlar's Inn Restaurant

It is so unpleasant not to be able to look around without being accosted, such is the downside of touristy places. The obvious alternative is avoid touts by dealing directly with tuk-tuk drivers with a good command of English, but you have to know where you want to go rather than just explore on foot to find our bearings which is our preferred style. The saving grace in the fort is the excellent coffee and food in Pedlars Inn and good food also in the Indian Hut, both as recommended by Michel.

Hand stamping the card that never arrived
Preparing for England v Sri Lanka Test, Galle 26 March 2012

Cricket's the game but the enthusiasm is not so noticeable as in India. On return home we learn that the cost of attending this year has been increased from 500rp to 5000. A tragedy  waiting to happen a bit like the BBC dropping test cricket.

Wi-fi is everywhere and in stark contrast to earlier years many travellers are s carrying miniature laptops and even the cheapest guest houses offer it. We will have to join this modern tendency, in truth I did consider buying a tablet computer before leaving, but we were worse prepared than ever, no doubt because of making no plans until Joan was cleared by the hospital.

Michel  had shown us his minute Samsung mobile phone, he simply swapped his German SIM card for a local Dialog one, which he said was the best company here, and bought a couple of thousand rupees of credit. He said it was only around a dollar for say 8 minutes even when used to phone Europe because the Internet connections here were often too slow for Skype except in the middle of the night.

About our arrival in Galle we were amazed at the presence of lots of armed troops on every street including our own and even on the roof-tops and sign of a suspicious ship moored off shore. When we asked about them  the owner of the New Old Dutch House whilst looking for alternate accommodation - his place was a/c and good - but we did not like his pushy manner and the way he seemed to regard guests as fodder for his interest in selling property to tourists. He would not believe there were armed soldiers on the streets saying the militarism had ended. Just the first case of some-one blinded into total denial by the government's propaganda.

Police on the street, alongside the troops, explained it was because a Minister, the brother of the President, was in town to visit aschool. It was not until several days after our arrival home that we realised the implication when we learned that the brother of the President is The Minister for Defence. Jon Snow had just made the second of two annual documentaries for Channel 4 on the armed struggle with the Tamil Tigers and made a convincing case that the President and his brother should be tried for War Crimes.

Asmil the friendly taxi driver who took us to the Whale Watch boat in Mirissa, a hours journey, awaits the arrival of the Barmy Army on 26 March for the first Test Match. 

The young boy at hotel 96 has also been a good friend, judging by his small stature we thought he was school aged but he turned out to be 26. He has never been taught English but has picked up quite a bit from conversing with tourists. He cooked us a small portion of Sri Lankan red rice, boiled in coconut milk made by dissolving finely grated coconut in water he served it with small curry leaves from garden, cinnamon and caramelised onion spiced with dried chilli.

He planned a special trip home with friends to Nuwara Eliya leaving  on the only direct bus of the day at 6am, but we were disappointed when we found he hadn't gone because although we told him not to bother he felt he had stay and cook our breakfast. We mentioned his intent to Mrs Khali's son and were delighted to find him missing next morning. The son made our breakfast himself that day.

Tomorrow 21 Feb we will leave by bus to Mirissa for a few nights of beach life, maybe I would like it better to go higher for it is too hot for us here. The climate is no different from southern India except that last year we acclimatised in generally higher and thus cooler altitudes from Bangalore to even higher coffee growing Coorg last year. I remember recommending the same approach in Bali. Will I never learn?

Mirissa and Hambantota


Original posting 26 February from Hambantota

MIRISSA 
Sorry for the delay in getting round to this posting unfortunately we were unable to find a working computer with Internet in Mirissa, even in the very smart new hotel Silan Mo we were staying in, due to the
absence of a reliable Internet connection. We got on a bus at Galle bus station bound for Matara immediately after an earlier one had departed, being empty there was little problem in storing one of our cases on on top of the engine as usual, the other alongside. Buses seem to run at around 15 minute intervals I forget the fare but it is so cheap as to be irrelevant around 300rp for a couple of hours. 

They dropped us in the guest house/beach area of Marissa so we immediately went to take a look at the GH opposite the bus stop Ocean Moon which was OK but I was looking for a/c so as to get the first really good sleep of the holiday, entirely untroubled by heat or mosquitoes. Across the road a little further on  was the Silan Mo with B price-rating and the price was right in the middle of that bracket at 90 USD for half board. On paying the bill as we left we were pleasantly surprised to find that unusually the price was inclusive of 13% tax and 10% services, though they did add 3% for using a card, inevitable as there was no ATM in the village. For that price we had a large well fitted room with an almost as large a balcony and a superbly comfortable huge double bed as often found at hotels in the tropics.

Our favourite haunt in the afternoon was to take tea at Surf Sea Breeze GH at the west end of the beach.





Marissa itself is a small beach resort in a bay with a series of beach guest houses of varying quality along the foreshore, each with their own restaurant on the beach displaying a fine selection of fish in the evening together with a happy hour reduction on drinks to tempt you in. The sea was full of bathers all day and at the west end there was a reasonable amount of surf approaching the off shore rocks and the headland. Beaches are not our forte these days never having been fond of sunbathing and no longer too confident to getting out of the sea with dignity these days whenever there is the slightest undertow.


The West End at sunset

Another chance discovery was curd and honey, usually referred to as treacle (derived from palm sugar) at a small shop opposite the hotel. I tried to buy a large tub of curd but the owner refused to sell it on the basis that it would be too sour (based on the taste of a sweet toothed Asian). He pointed me to a superior product in the cold display and it was delicious. High quality curd, sweet or neat, was one of the finds of this trip.

Breakfast and dinner were both buffet arrangements with a fine selection of fruits including papaya, my favourite, and unripe mango as frequently used in Thailand, and a sharp tasting passion fruit. Eggs would be cooked to order. Dinner choice always included pasta as well as curry and fresh vegetables with fruit and sweets for desert.

The newly built hotel fitted into the slope of the hillside 3 rooms per tier plus two lower tiers for the kitchen and restaurant and a swimming pool on the very top floor. Having shown me a room on the lowest tier Joan soon convinced reception that this was a real attraction for her with her artificial knees. Just before leaving we got talking to a working English couple who sang the praises of the pool and said they were the only ones to use it. We tried later that day only to find it closed for the day! A favourite evening pastime was drinking tea at the very end beach guest house in the fading light watching the surfers. They had five second storey a/c rooms for the same price as our hotel.

MATARA
Delivering Rice

White interior of mosque










Drawbridge to Star Fort, protected by moat with crocodiles


Wall built of Coral

We found it easy to get on a bus 25rp each to Matara and had a look around the Star Fort and museum and the Book Fair which had transferred on from Galle, and importantly to locate the platform for our bus onward to Hambantota. Without a timetable with no help from the guide book and with great difficulty since nothing but the most basic English was spoken. A man with just a very few items to sell was the most helpful of all and went to talk to the conductors for us, so gradually we found that the bus sitting there now would depart at 2.25 the next was 4.35. Joan quite rightly gave him a tip for which he was most grateful saying it was a lot for a poor old merchant like him (50rp is just 25p). In the early stages of a holiday it is difficult to judge a correct level for tips, especially when the exchange rate is over 100:1.

HAMBANTOTA


Fishing Harbour from Rest House
Hambantota from where I am writing this is due to change rapidly from a small town to a modern city a little to the west, stage one was an International Cricket stadium which was use as a venue in last years ODI world cup, an International airport which is due to open later this year, the biggest conference venue in Asia and a large harbour which is being built by the Chinese and although the breakwater is already in place to the west of the local fishing port though they say will not be complete until 2020. This area was one of those which suffered badly in the tsunami with low lying areas being wiped out but with the town centre largely protected by the huge strong structure of the concrete bus station.

We are currently staying in the newly built Happy Beach Hotel owned by two very helpful men the chief being Thaliph. He said that he lost his previous property in the tsunami but since it was built on land which he could not prove strictly belonged to him he had no claim to a replacement, though he eventually got his present plot and starting first with two particularly nice sturdy rooms has added three more with a/c, of which we have one. Two more low cost rooms are almost ready and judge from the materials arriving plus a new wheelbarrow driven by a old willowy labourer they are laying the foundation for more. 

Thaliph approached me as we got off the bus with talk of his new guest house, but true to style I walked away intent on the nearby Rest House. This had a fine position looking over the fishing harbour with 15 rooms and yes there was one free, well thirteen as it turned out. A large a/c room for 400rp, it was owned by the MOD, ie it was a government affair but a cut above the state owned guest houses in Tamil Nadu. We arranged with them for a safari by jeep to the nearby Bundala National wetlands park, which is renowned for the selection of birds, especially at this time of year during the migratory period. 

We were unable to stay the next two nights as they were full with a party of 45 Sri Lankans for lunch, dinner and breakfast. It's a shame this Rest House (government) is not more used more by tourists. We asked to the Rest House to advise where we should stay and they suggested non other than Happy Beach Hotel, so we walked over and there of course I again came face to face with gently chastising Thaliph. Originally we had booked the to the wetlands for a start at 6.30am but Thaliph  correctly persuaded us that 5.30am was much better, for it was at its best at daybreak.

 BUNDALA National Park (wetlands)
Joan was delighted with the range and enormity of the birds and is fast becoming an expert on recognising Sri Lankan birds with the help of a book loaned to her by Thaliph and our  schoolboy guide. Originally we had booked the trip for a start at 6.30 but Thaliph  persuaded us that 5.30 was much better, it was at its best at daybreak. It was an excellent trip with a driver and his young son as spotter. Joan has made detailed notes which I will invade on return!

Painted Stork
 

Bee Eater
Open Beaked Stork
Black Faced Langur
Joan (sizes from her Indian Birdbook are in cm) recorded seeing with the help of her schoolboy guide, Little Cormorant (51), Indian Cormorant (64), Indian Darter or Snake bird (85-97), Spot billed Pelican (127-140), Indian Pond Heron (42-45), Little Egret (55-65), Intermediate Egret (65-72), Great Egret (85-102), Grey Heron (90-98), Painted Stork ( 93-102), Asian open bill Ibis (68-81), Black Ibis (55-65), Black Headed Ibis (75), Spoonbill-Eurasian (82-90), Lesser Whistling Duck (38-42), Brahminy Kite (44-52), Sri Lankan Jungle Fowl (66-73, Indian Peafowl (180-230), White Breasted Water Hen (32), Comon Moorhen (30-35), Purple Swamphen (43), Pheasant tailed Jacana (29-34), Black winged Stilt (32-35), Red Wattled Lapwing (32-35), Little Stint (13-15), Little Tern (22-24), Spotted Dove (30), Alexandrine Parrot (48-58), Common Concal (48), Pied Kingfisher (29-31), Little Green Bee-eater (25), Chestnut headed Bee-eater (21), Common Hoopoe (28-32), House Crow (40-42), Common Myna (24).

I'm impressed to think I saw nearly all them, plus a peacock as well! 

On return the Rest house gave us a fine breakfast huge quantities of fruit, omelettes cooked to order toast and jam. The night before we had eaten a dish off the vast menu and chosen Sweet and Soar Prawns which were nicely spiced too with lots of sweet red onion (as it turned out that for food this was as good as it got).

UDA WALAWE

Few Trees left (natural destruction) see elephant in distance
Male Elephants walk alone
Females & Young are gregarious
Speckled Pigeon
Rare Sri Lankan Safari Party
Walking and Drinking (35 litres /day)
Crossing the Lake
Joan is first to spot a Malabar Pied Hornbill
Although in some ways it seemed better stay somewhere close to the Uda Walawe National park and its elephants, we agreed to a trip there and back with Thaliph using his 4x4 for the main journey (at a cost of 1200rp) where he picked up a jeep he had hired plus guide for the trip into the park. Leaving at 5.30 it took only 45 mins to make it to Embilipitiya, the recommended start point, and only a further 15 minutes to pick up the safari jeep and enter the park. Cost of an entrance ticket for two plus including the jeep was 5600rp whereas it had been 4070rp for entrance only at Bundala where we had a four hour stay. Good guides again, ours said he was a student acting as a volunteer guide and he certainly knew his stuff. By the end of this second successive bumpy dusty safari I was in no fit state to want to continue, so was rather glad we stayed only two hours but a very sore throat made swallowing bad enough but coughing was intolerable.

Joan bird sighting included White throated Kingfisher (29-31), Common Myna (24), Blue tailed Bee-eater, Little (green, juvenile blue throat) Bee-eater, Serpent Eagle, Adjtant Stork, Indian black Robin, Barn Swallow, Stilt, Water Hen, Malabar Pied Hornbill, Brahminy Kite, Bush Pipit, Green Pigeon, Ring-neck (Alexandrine) Parrot, Common Kestrel, Red-vented (common) Bulbul, Pea Hen, Cuckoo Shrike, Blackheaded Gull, Spotted Dove. Plus Elephant and Lizard crossing road.

Happy Beach
On our return Thelak immediately suggested a Ayurvedic remedy for my throat and went off home to return with a plastic bag full of a crystalline sugar mixture which he told me allow to drip slowly down my throat, and advised me have only hot drinks and avoid curd and milk. First assumptions were that this was similar to the Barley Sweet treatment of our youth. This mixture was remarkable and quickly helpful for not only was the soothing effect of the sugar but there were other ingredients which had the effect of loosening the phlegm in my throat. Within 45 minutes of trying the cure I was singing the praises of my new found doctor. Next morning I felt much better, the first positive move for several days, though we eventually decided on a further night to increase my fluid levels and to ensure progress was consolidated.


Thaliph

Equally friendly Thelak

Happy Beach was also memorable for the food they specialised in BBQ fresh fish, though the fish was wrapped in foil with added spices/herbs before cooking on the BBQ. We had high quality big fish on days one and three, the other slightly cheaper fish was less successful. In addition the Sri Lankan breakfasts were always changing and good. 

Thaliph will book us a seat on tomorrow's special bus leaving for Madura up in the tea plantation area. We will probably get off in Ella which sounds like a guest house village in a very pleasant tourist resort area at a pleasant altitude of just over 1000m. That will leave us just 12 nights before returning to Colombo where we shall get little use of our bed on the second night before the flight at 4.50 in the morning.

Several villagers, presumably without work, decided to rescue the engine from a sunk fishing boat and sell it as scrap steel. Not only had they to separate it from the hull of the wrecked boat but they had to haul it up a 25 degree sandy beach, really hard work inch by inch over several hours. Having rescued it from the sea they were determined not to see their prize stolen and so guarded it overnight by sleeping alongside it on the beach.

Fishing for engines

Sleeping to protect an engine

Oh I almost forgot we were aggressively hassled for money in the centre of town overlooking shore by a late teenager when Joan again did the trick by shrieking at the top of her voice. This startled all those in the street but had the effect of getting the aggressor to disappear back to the bus station and the second lad attracted by the first also disappeared. When the second guy appeared I was thinking we were about to be robbed not a pleasant thought since at the time we were carrying all our valuables, passports, credit and debit cards, a reserve of Travellers Cheques and a few always marketable US dollars. Joan said she was just protesting at the continuously following hassler. Shades of Santiago Chile and the attempted robbery by four youths in the main shopping street several years earlier.