A Journey Through Sri Lanka: From Ancient Temples to Baby Elephants and Monsoon Showers
The day began with a quintessentially English breakfast—no buffet in sight—fueling us for the long journey ahead. Our coach awaited, ready to whisk us away on a six-hour drive to Galle, a coastal gem in southern Sri Lanka. But before we reached our destination, the day promised a tapestry of cultural, historical, and natural wonders.
A Glimpse of Myth and Legend
As we rolled through the lush landscapes of central Sri Lanka, we caught a fleeting glimpse of the Seetha Amman Temple, a site steeped in myth and devotion. Known also as Ashok Vatika Sita Temple, this ancient Vaishnavite shrine is said to be the very spot where Sita, the heroine of the Hindu epic Ramayana, was held captive by the demon king Ravana. The temple’s serene setting amidst the misty hills of Nuwara Eliya feels almost otherworldly, as if the whispers of Rama’s quest to rescue Sita still linger in the air.
Two hours into our drive, we made a pit stop in Ella, a bustling town nestled in the highlands. Ella is a magnet for adventurers—hikers, backpackers, and thrill-seekers alike. The town pulses with energy, its streets teeming with more tourists than locals. It’s the kind of place where you can feel the heartbeat of Sri Lanka’s tourism boom, a lively contrast to the tranquil countryside we’d left behind.
A Landscape of Contrasts
The drive itself was a lesson in Sri Lanka’s geographical diversity. From the highlands to the midlands and finally the lowlands, the terrain shifted dramatically, each region offering its own unique beauty. The beaches, we were told, would come later—but for now, the rolling hills and verdant valleys held our attention. We passed cows and buffalo, even water buffalo playfully wadding in the lake. The scenery changed from mountains to rice paddy fields in the few hours it had taken us to descend.
Monkeys, Myths, and a Census
Sri Lanka is home to three main species of monkeys: the Semnopithecus, the Purple-Faced Langur, and the Toque Macaque, the latter being the most common. Recently, the Sri Lankan government conducted a monkey census, requiring households to count the monkeys on their property on a specific date. The internet buzzed with humour, as a meme circulated featuring the “King Monkey” instructing his subjects to stay still while humans tallied their numbers. I couldn't find it on Facebook.
Our next stop was Rawana Falls, a stunning cascade that draws visitors like a magnet. We joined the crowd, snapping quick photos before hopping back on the coach. The falls were a refreshing interlude, their cool mist a welcome respite from the tropical heat.
Lunch with the Elephants
The highlight of the day was undoubtedly our visit to the Elephant Transit Refuge, an orphanage for abandoned baby elephants. After lunch, we made our way to the viewing area, where the real magic unfolded. The elephants, sensing feeding time, arrived in droves. The gatekeeper released them in small groups—three or four at a time—and the scene was nothing short of enchanting. The younger ones scampered toward the milk funnels, their trunks flailing with excitement, while the older elephants headed straight for the foliage. Once the little ones had their fill, they were gently ushered over to the leaves, their playful antics a joy to behold.
A Storm Rolls In
Just as the feeding session reached its peak, the skies darkened. The wind picked up, a welcome relief from the heat, followed by a few tentative drops of rain. Whitecaps formed on the lake, and the air grew heavy. By the time the feeding ended, most of us had made it back to the bus just as the heavens opened, unleashing a torrential downpour.
The Coast at Last
After another two and a half hours on the road, we finally arrived at the Indian Ocean and were reminded of it's tragic past. The 2004 tsunami claimed 48,000 lives here, a somber reminder of nature’s power. As we pulled into our resort, the rain returned with a vengeance, as if making up for the dry days that had preceded it. The monsoon’s arrival felt almost poetic, marking the end of one chapter and the beginning of another.
Our tour would conclude the following night, after which we’d move to another resort in Galle for two more nights. The forecast? More rain. But as we settled in for the evening at the bar, the rain disappeared, and we discussed a day filled with adventure, wonder, and a touch of monsoon magic.
Until tomorrow, Galle awaits. 🌧️🐘✨
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