'There' and back again

Aside from the title, this blog post doesn’t have much to do with the hobbits tale written by Bilbo Baggins! Instead, it’s about a very relaxing trip to a bungalow hidden away in Dehiowita. The bungalow named ‘There’ is about an hour and a half away from Colombo and about fifteen minutes from the town of Awissawella.

Pardon my references to The Lord of the Rings, but now as I think back… ‘There’ reminds me a little of Rivendell, the home of the elves that is surrounded by rivers, because of the river and the stream that surrounds it.

 

A painting of Rivendell (thanks to FineArt America)on the left and my attempt to draw a map that shows how the rivers flow around the bungalow on the right.

 

 

The road from Colombo to Dehiowita was good but it was the last bit from Dehiowita to the bungalow that gave us a hard time. It is a possibility for a van or a four wheel drive, but not even an option for a car. We did however manage to get a car up there albeit at a very slow pace by getting out of the vehicle to lighten the load at the difficult points. The bottom of the vehicle got slightly banged up a few times but the car soldiered on and made it to the bungalow in the end. When I was talking to David, the owner of this lovely property, about the road access… He said that he was looking to only fix the bigger potholes on the road instead of paving the entire stretch to deter any other traffic and vehicles that might come that way. He wanted to keep the area peaceful.

I noticed a change in the air the second I stepped out of the vehicle… It was cool, fresh and crisp and we were welcomed with some Kola Kenda, a warm and inviting herbal Sri Lankan porridge. The second thing I noticed was that there was no cell phone reception anywhere. I walked all around the house and the gardens in panic searching for at least one bar of reception but found nothing. After the initial shock of realising I would be offline for two whole days wore off… I started to enjoy the bungalow and its surroundings a lot more. The house is surrounded by lush greenery and the rivers and all you can hear are birds chirping and the peaceful sound of the river rushing past.

The front garden

 

A warm jug of Kola Kenda

 

The flowers that brighten up the garden

My cousin looking for cell phone reception!

Features of the bungalow's facade

The resident stray that paid us a visit!

 

The river

From the veranda

 

The master bedroom, although I would rather sleep out in the veranda!

By afternoon, I was actually happy about being offline and out of cell phone range. It was great to just switch off and take a dip in the stream [because the river was too rough] or play some games with my family. The gardens were full of flowers and big colourful butterflies [the kind you would never see in the city]. Another interesting feature about the bungalow is that the greens used to make the kola kenda, the fruits used to make the fresh juices and the vegetables they cooked for our meals were all grown in their garden. 

The very clear water in the stream

Best seat there was...!

Some mushrooms I found walking back up to the house

The steps from the stream up to the house

The collection of indoor games they had there...!

You find so many pretty things while walking around the gardens....

The fresh juice we were offered and the fruit it was made out of

 

The delicious lunch...

Enjoying the view...

This is an ideal place for someone who wants to just switch off from the city life and enjoy some fresh air. It is also the place the inspired me to create a concept holiday in Sri Lanka that is solely focussed on bathing spots. More on that later! Until then, Live. Love. Travel. 

My kind of Sunday

Unawatuna and Galle

In the past year, my friends and I have been heading down to Galle often because it now only takes an hour thanks to the Southern Expressway which opened up in November last year. The decision to go is usually a last minute one made on a late Saturday night with a little extra push that comes from being in our ‘happy place’!

So as the sun rises the next day, our beach bags, packed with the essentials [Frisbee, shorts and a towel!] are thrown into the boot of the car and our extremely essential food bag full of crisps, cheese rings, peanuts, chocolate fingers and whatever else that catches our eye at the supermarket, is placed carefully in the best accessible-to-everyone spot inside the car, as we set off usually by around 10.30.

Although the highway is a quick and easy drive down to Galle, I do miss the scenic route we used to take along the coast where we would stop every now and again to have some thambili [king coconut water] and enjoy the view. We now also miss out on the delicious mangosteens that are sold in Kalutara, the masks and wood carvings that Ambalangoda is famous for and the turtle hatcheries in Hikkaduwa.

 

The quick route

We pass Galle and head straight to Unawatuna, down the Wella Devalay Road, where the sea is the best. Although there isn’t much beach area in Unawatuna anymore, the sea [especially between November and April] is that gorgeous blue that you tend to only see on postcards. All along the beach there are lots of different restaurants and bars serving amazingly refreshing drinks and everything from club sandwiches and fries to Rice and curry. We go to our usual spot, which is almost at the centre of the bay and find a table. If you’ve read my other entries on this blog, you know that I love the sea and won’t waste much time before I run in…! After a nice long dip in the sea, we relax with some drinks in the shade, order some lunch and then either play with the Frisbee, go for a walk or go back in the sea until the food arrives…! 

A walk along the beach

As the light starts to fade, we get changed and grab a quick cheese roti [because, according to the menu, “a roti a day keeps the doctor away”!!!] before we make our way to the Galle Fort.

  

Nuff Said...!

Entering the Galle Fort is like walking into a place where time has stood still. It’s a completely different world inside, where the architecture is heavily colonial. The combination of the cobbled streets, the buildings with arches and verandas, the cosy coffee shops, the antique stores, the old churches and even the street names inside the Fort are a striking contrast to the world outside. Its charm is enough to make even an uninterested teenager look up from their mobile phone or portable gaming device and be captivated.

A whole different world...!

The Galle Fort, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, was initially built by the Portuguese in 1524 but it was seized by the VOC [the ‘Vereenigde Oost-Indische Compagnie’, better known as the ‘Dutch East India Company’] in 1640 when they attacked from the sea side. The VOC then developed the fort by building bigger stone walls not only on the land side but on the sea side as well. These ramparts are twenty meters high and seventeen meters thick and they go on for 3 kilometres around the perimeter of the Fort. This ensured that the citadel was never taken by force again. The VOC then handed over control to the British in 1798 when Sri Lanka fell under the British Rule. The main gate is one of the additions to the Fort by the British who were more interested in trade and tourism than in improving the defences.

There are many land mark buildings inside the Fort, bearing evidence of the successive rules the Fort has been under. The Dutch built Courthouse cornering the Court Square, surrounded by large mara and banyan trees is still in operation today along with the Lighthouse and the Clock Tower which were erected by the British during their rule. Other interesting attractions inside the Galle Fort include the Meera Jumma Mosque and the Dutch Reformed Church.

The lighthouse built by the British

As I Walk through the streets in the Galle Fort I am always completely mesmerised by the buildings, the architecture and the thought of so many different cultures and ethnicities developing, converging and clashing over decades.

A great place to wander around and stop for a chat!

We make it in time to the ramparts to watch the sun setting on the horizon. It is amazing how a colourful setting sun can silence a large noisy bunch like us. We then head to Pedlar’s Inn for some milkshakes and iced coffee before we head back home. A perfect way to end a perfect day.

 

Watching the sunset in silence

  

Peddler's Inn for a quick iced coffee

 

I lean against the wave and pretend that I am weightless

Dambulla and Trincomalee - 1^st to the 4^th June

I always tell people that if I were to choose an alternative lifestyle, I would choose to be a beach bum. There’s just something about the sea that calls to me. The second I see it [or even hear it] I am taken over by this overwhelming urge to run right in.

The second my cousin told me she was planning a trip down from England with her family in June, I knew that we had to go to Trincomalee for the long weekend. When the day finally came, the vehicle [stuffed with various relatives, inessential beach gear and food] set off a mere half an hour later than the planned time. Which is considered punctual, judging by Sri Lankan standards.

On the way we stopped at the Dambulla cave temple, which is the largest and best preserved cave temple in Sri Lanka. This World Heritage site holds statues and paintings on the walls of the cave depicting the life of Lord Buddha. The most fascinating feature however, is the gravity defying upward trickle of water along the roof of the cave which drips into a pot that never overflows.  The twins, my 9 year old niece and nephew however, didn’t give the dripping water a second glance. Instead, they were more captivated by the greedy monkeys who watched our every move. 

The facade of the cave temple

A statue from inside the cave temple

The twins and the monkeys

We arrived at Nilaveli Beach Hotel in the evening, much later than we had anticipated due to the road works and the wrong turns. Tired and sleepy, everyone had only one plan in mind: wash-eat-sleep…! I was the first one up at 6am the next morning; I jumped out of bed, threw on my swim suit and made a mad dash to the beach, which was just perfect. The sea was calm, cool and deserted so I ran right in. Half an hour later, there were the health conscious few that were taking a walk or jogging along the beach. It was about an hour later that I was joined by the rest of my group in the sea.

The deserted beach

 

For the next two days, all we did was hang out in the sea, swim in the pool, make sandcastles and sleep on hammocks in the shade when it was too hot to be under the sun. There are two things I especially love when I am in the sea. One is my ability to abandon everything when I’m afloat, until the whole world melts away with all my worries and all that’s left is me, the sea and the sky. The second is that light salty spray on my face when a wave breaks right in front of me…

Digging a mote to save the sandcastle from the waves

The perfect way to spend and afternoon

 After 3 days of rest, relaxation and getting extremely sunburnt, it was time to head back home. As sad as it was to leave, I was glad knowing that living in Sri Lanka means – well, that there are beaches everywhere, and I can go back whenever I want. In any case, I consider myself extremely lucky because I get to travel and call it work!

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