Monday, November 19, 2018

This Post is not about travelling but about doing good








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Friday, November 9, 2018

Pasgama: Step into Remoteness

Pasgama is a unique concept in that it is an authentic reconstruction of a Sri Lankan village as it was prior to 1940. Situated in Ellalamulla, Pasyala, a few kilometres away from Nittambuwa, from where it gets its name, the village is five acres in extent.
The village of Pasgama is not an accurate representation of any one village located in a specific part of the country, but instead is a composite of elements from low-country villages all over the country. The village is the brainchild of Royston de Zilwa, who worked as a guide for tour groups visiting the country. He often took them for evening tea to a wayside boutique, where they would sip their tea in true Sri Lankan style. De Zilwa often found that even though many tourists could not remember all the places they had been to, they always remembered the tea at the wayside boutique. The realization that tourists valued the unique experience led De Zilwa to the concept of Pasgama, where people could see, experience and participate in village life.





As we enter the village, passing the mura pola or watchman"s hut, we go to the schoolhouse where we are greeted with a loud "Ayubowan" by a throng of brightly attired children. Usually when a visitor arrives at the village a bell is rung in order to notify the villagers of a visitor"s arrival. The visitor is first taken to the headman"s house.
The Arachchi or village headman gets into his bullock cart and is brought to the schoolhouse where he is requested permission to show us the village. He grants permission and we are given the rules of the village. Some include no smoking or drinking, no consumption of food and beverage, no giving of gifts to villagers etc. We are warned to watch our step as the footpaths are unpredictable, and to watch our heads when entering houses as the lintels are very low.
The headman is dressed in a white sarong, black braided coat with a red sash. He is escorted by a servant holding a palmyra leaf parasol. After he leaves we proceed to the place where carts and bulls are sheltered.




The devale (shrine) occupies a central spot in the village as well as in village life. The devale is dedicated to the goddess Pattini. Its floor is constructed out of rock lime and anthill clay while its walls are burnt brick and mud plastering and wild tree trunk pillars. The roof is of coconut palm rafters and jak timber strips and burnt clay tiles.
We come to the cane worker"s house which is made of stones and well compressed anthill clay. The struts are wild tree trunks and walls are out of bamboo. The roof is thatched with bamboo leaves tied down with creepers. The val pala or cane worker makes armchairs, cane chairs and cane beds.
We come to the home of the woman who weaves "cadjan" roofing. There is a chicken roost made of sticks and "cadjan", hung between two trees. We meet Banda who is rolling a toy, similar to a lawn roller, with two wheels made out of small tree trunks.
We come to the carter"s rest approximately six feet by eight feet where carters can relax after their long journeys from village to village. There is room for sleeping mats to be laid and a table and utensils for them to cook their provisions. Carters are the news media, as villagers would come and talk to them and exchange news, gossip and even barter their goods.
We go to the wood craftsman"s house where we find him busy carefully chiselling to create masterpieces in the form of statues and animals out of valuable hardwoods like satin, jak, teak, mahogany and ebony. We lift some of the wooden statues which prove to be quite heavy. He is also in the process of making an exquisite tea set out of hollowed coconut shells.
We meet the village kapu mahattaya or match-maker, who is also the school teacher. He shows us some photographs of the attractive lasses of the village as he tries to find suitable matches for us. He has details of the dowries they are prepared to give, as well as what they expect from the prospective bridegroom.
He shows us the horoscopes which he has. He explains how once the kapuwa found an eligible couple, he would even change facts and horoscopes in order to bring the pair together.
We come to the brick maker"s house where he is preparing bricks out of clay which are put into a mould and then dried. His house is constructed out of fired brick and coconut thatch. Even though he is busy constructing bricks for other peoples" houses, his house is still incomplete.
We visit the carpenter"s shed where we see him busy constructing tables chairs and shelves. All the furniture in the village has been built by the carpenter. He demonstrated the varied tools of his trade.
The lace making lady is typical of villagers in the south where beautiful lace is created. Using a circular instrument as a base, and many pins and bobbins she is busy weaving her elaborate designs as we watch.
We visit the brass craftsman, who is typical of an up-country villager. Normally he would get his brass from carters and traders who would travel from village to village. In this village though all the crafts people are supplied their needs by the management.
We come to the smithy, run by an 105 year old man, born in July 1892. He tells us that he had spent his whole life in the village of Ellakkala, a kilometre from Pasgama. When asked the secret of his longevity he tells us that he had smoked, drunk, and eaten anything without restriction or hesitation.
We see the toddy tapper climb up the coconut tree and learn that he pounds the flowers three times a day and takes toddy in the morning and in the evening. The toddy is collected in pots into which pieces of hal bark are put in order to prevent fermentation. This is used to make coconut honey and sweetmeats. The fermented liquid is toddy. Further fermentation produces vinegar.
In every village is to be found a pin thaliya. This is a pot of cool refreshing water, provided by the village to anyone who wishes to drink off it. Water is put into the pot by a villager living nearby and any visitor, carter or beggar or indeed anyone can drink off it. The water tastes cool, and invigorating.
We see the batik makers, busy waxing the cloths prior to soaking them in dyes. In each of these cottage industries, mother passes the art to daughter and father to son. Generation to generation without variation.
One man collects large logs and firewood for the village which he barters for his necessities.
The village has a boutique from which people could buy their daily necessities. Unfortunately it has gone bankrupt as the owner has squandered all his money on toddy.
We visit the toddy shop and for the first time I taste toddy. It tastes somewhat similar to fermented coconut water. Visitors can purchase bottles of toddy for their consumption.
There is a laundry where clothes are first washed with soap and water and then are boiled overnight and then rinsed and dried. We see an antique dry iron, which needs to be filled with red hot coals in order to press clothes.
A cycle is the pride of a villager and to keep all cycles in good repair the village also boasts a winkele or cycle shop. We visit the tea shop where many villagers come in the morning or after work to sip tea, play a game of draughts or exchange news and gossip.
We go to the toddy tapper"s hut where we see the tools of his trade " several sharp knives and an antelope"s foot with which he pounds the flowers.





The goldsmith is busy designing some jewellery when we visit him and, we learn how most of the jewellery worn by villagers was plated with gold or a less costly metal like silver or bronze.
We go to the Barber-shop and realize that there must not have been much business for such an establishment, as most village women wore their hair long and only cut off a centimetre or two rarely.
The rope maker demonstrates his art to us, as he quickly weaves a strand out of coir fibre. Then two strands are woven together to form a rope.
There are several women involved in weaving cloth. They first have to weave the thread, and then using a complicated system of looms and shuttles, weave the thread into intricate designs.
We go to the veda gedara or clinic, the second wealthiest house in the village after the walauwa. It is run by a veda hamine or lady doctor. She is a practitioner of Sinhala ayurvedic medicine and shows us various pills, potions, oils and pastes which are used to cure a wide variety of ailments. We also see the first aid kit containing several of the most common home remedies, and cupboards where leaves, bark, roots and other plant parts are kept to dry. We see her kitchen containing among other implements, large pots for boiling the potions and oils.
There are several guest-houses where visitors can spend a night. These are authentic houses constructed out of clay brick and roofed with "cadjan" or tile. They are completely similar to the village houses and the only modern addition is the toilet. People can book the houses for one night, for a period of approximately 24 hours. There is a ceremony where the Arachchi hands over the keys of the house to the residents. They participate in the night"s programme of nadagam, gammadu, devil dancing, fire limbos, plays, song, dance, games and other entertainment along with a sumptuous barbecue which is prepared by the villagers.



We climb the 'chena' which is a small hut on a raised platform constructed overlooking the paddy-field or the vegetable garden. The farmer stays in the "chena" all night and lights a fire underneath it to keep wild beasts away. He sings kavi or poems to keep himself awake. The village has its own paddy-fields and its threshing floor, where in a few days the villagers will be harvesting the paddy and then to an accompaniment of songs and dances will thresh the paddy with their feet through the night. The village also grows its own vegetables and supplies them to the restaurant.
We visit the potter"s house and observe how she takes a lump of clay and by spinning it on the wheel, can transform it into a graceful pot or jar. I try my hand at it and am successful.
The village also has representations of graves of the four major religions in Sri Lanka. There is a weva (lake), with its own resident ducks who are forced to waddle about as it is now dried up. We observe how copra is dried and then put into a grinding mill which is then rotated while being dragged by a bull, and compressed to produce coconut oil.
We go through a patch of virgin forest, and see crouched in a cave in its interior, a Veddah (Sri Lankan aborigine), before a fire, cooking some meat. We are told he is a genuine Veddah, all the way from Mahiyangana. He is quite shy of humans and his cave has various passageways he can escape into if over enthusiastic visitors jumps into his cave and chase him as some have been known to do.
We go into the amazingly designed restaurant for lunch. This restaurant is illuminated by warm yellow lights, and the motif is that of a jungle. Tables and chairs are out of tree trunks and even the taps are ingeniously constructed, giving the impression that water is flowing from a rock. The kitchen band entertains us with lots of good baila music. The band soon has most of the guests dancing on the floor and demanding for more. We start off with freshly squeezed fruit juice. Our meal consists of white rice, many varieties of cooked vegetable curries, fish, chicken, beef, salads, some hot curries, papadam and for dessert, we enjoy curd and treacle.
We explore the shop which has for sale, all the village products. Prices are reasonable and quality is good. Beneath the shop is a replica of a gem pit where people can buy gems and jewellery. We meet two mascots of the village, two little dogs called Pas and Gama.



Finally we enter the Arachchi"s house and see the Dutch style furniture, sofas, settees, almirahs, four-poster beds, writing cabinets etc. The Arachchi doesn"t live in the rooms which are displayed to the public but has his own rooms at the back. Most of the villagers actually live in the neighbourhood of Pasgama, while a few come from far away villages.
We speak to Christopher Lappen who explains the concept behind Pasgama as a "Step into Remoteness." He explains how the concept had developed and how villagers had been found to depict the lives of olden day people. Asked about the future of the village, Lappen explains how more facilities would be added, like a small tea and rubber cultivation while other similar villages have been planned for other parts of the country. He explains how when there was work to be done, everyone from himself to the humblest villager would have to pitch in and get it done. They hold a daily meeting for problem solving, village improvement, safety education and motivational purposes. Among notable visitors have been three beauty queens from India and the famous Indian novelist Shobha De.
We depart from Pasgama, with a fresh understanding of village life and customs of those times, departing from the simple, unrushed and serene life to the sophistication, and bustle of the city.





Nested in the Bosom of the Hills

Travelling a distance of 193 kilo- metres from Colombo on the Colombo-Badulla road, one arrives at the sleepy little town of Haputale. Clinging precipitously to both sides of a razor sharp ridge, the town sits at an elevation of approximately 4736 feet (1579 metres). It is a nondescript town with the main road descending into it from such a height that the arrival into the Main Street is startling, especially from the front seat of a bus Ñ the street is there, but at the far end Éa steep drop into nothingness. It appears to the ignorant visitor, that the bus will become airborne, at the end of the road.





The Main Street has several trading shops, one from each occupation. The railway station sits above the road, and Dambatenne Road leads into the hills. The town is dotted with little Hindu temples, reminding us of the large population of Indian Tamils who are employed in the tea estates that cover the surrounding hillsides.
The town is considered a place that must be seen by any hill country traveller because of the Haputale Gap. This is without doubt, one of the most spectacular sights in the country. The great amphitheatre of the upper Uva spreads out to the north and east. It is bounded by the mountains of Idalgashinna, Ohiya and the Horton Plains, the peaks of Hakgala, the purple cone of Namunukula, and Poonagala and Bandara Eliya. On the other side is an equally breathtaking view Ñ the foothills of the lower Uva, the southern Sabaragamuwa and the Southern Province right down to the sea. On a bright and cloudless day, one could see the ocean as a bright blue line in the distance, but usually the horizon is obscured by clouds and mist. A cloudless night discloses the stabbing rays of the little lighthouse of Hambantota, far south.
Though one can experience this spectacular view from anywhere in the town the ideal place where one could see five provinces at the same time, is near the one kilometre marker on the Dambatenne Road. I had to walk up the lonely hillside, where after about 300 metres one gets a birdÕs-eye view of the whole town. By the one kilometre marker, I stood facing south-east, and at my right hand stretched the Sabaragamuwa Province, while at my left the indistinct features of the Eastern Province could be seen. Right in front of me, I could see the lakes and reservoirs of the Southern Province, as well as the verdant green paddy-fields, nestling among thick jungle areas. Behind me was the Central Province and the mountains of the Pidurutalagala range and the Uva mountains.
If one has the time it is certainly worthwhile to take a drive along Dambatenne Road as it is one of the most scenic stretches of road in this country. This six mile stretch of road ends in a cul-de-sac on the other side of the Poonagala-Ampettikanda range. Far down in the valley below, is a gigantic gap between two mountains, and everywhere there are streams and waterfalls and hills that rise up majestically to over 6000 feet. Beyond and below the gap is the road to Koslanda and Wellawaya and around it the basin of one of the mainstreams of the Walawe river. Above the road and to its left is the Haputale Forest Reserve, which is well served by streams and is ideal for camping, except during the rainy season or in January or February, when mist reduces visibility almost to nil.
Five miles from Haputale is Idalgashinna, a tiny hamlet on the railway. At a height of about 5300 feet, it boasts a truly spectacular view on both sides of the railway line. To appreciate the beauty of the place, one needs to get off the train and spend at least a few hours absorbing the tranquillity of the place, perhaps seated at the top of the small hill behind the station as I did. The view from the top of the hill is magnificent, and I could see the mist rising up from the valley below into my face. The sound of the mist and wind among the trees evokes images of pine trees murmuring the timeless beauty of Idalgashinna. The hills fall perpendicularly downward and a false step could easily send the unfortunate plunging downwards to their death. It is an enjoyable walk along the railway line back to Haputale. Stretching for five miles between Haputale and Idalgashinna is a little known nature reserve Ñ the Tangamalai Wildlife Sanctuary. Not many large animals are to be seen, but birds of bright hues can be seen in profusion. From behind the railway station, a gravel track takes off, skirting the other side of the ridge, traversed by the railway line on its way to Ohiya. Five miles beyond, it joins the Boralanda-Ohiya-Kalupahana road, two or three hundred yards below the Ohiya Gap.






About three miles below Idalgashinna station, the southern slope of the range and surrounded by the Needwood Tea Plantation is an old abandoned fortress, the Kotugodella Fort, at an elevation of about 3800 feet. The Portuguese once attempted to use the Idalgashinna Pass to force a way into the Uva. Hardly anything of the Fort remains today; a few scattered stones and the semicircular outlines of ancient bastions are the only reminders that such a majestic structure once stood there.
Those who love walking could take a hike from Haputale to Ohiya station which sits at an elevation of about 6000 feet. The Ohiya Pass is not as scenic as the passes at Haputale and Idalgashinna, since the view is only on the southern side of the range, the other side being in forest. From the head of the Gap to the station is a stretch of two delightful miles through avenues of eucalyptus, and cypress. The Gap looks out to the Horton Plains massif to the right and over the steep descent to the main road to Haputale below. Far down in the valley below is the 4900 foot peak of Bambaragala. If one is taking the train from Bandarawela to Ohiya, there are two trains at 7.20 a.m. and 10.20 a.m. The only train from Ohiya back to Bandarawela or Haputale is the ÔPodi MenikeÕ which arrives at Ohiya station at about 2 p.m. If one misses this train, it becomes necessary to take the bus to Nuwara Eliya and from there take another bus to Bandarawela or Haputale.
The Ohiya Gap may not be as spectacular a sight as the Haputale and Idalgashinna passes, but is distinct in its utter loneliness, where one may not meet more than half a dozen people in a whole day.
From the station there is a dirt track leading upwards where 11 kilometres later it leads to the Farr Inn, a popular stop before travellers venture out into the beautiful and desolate Horton Plains. This area is haunted by many species of deer and if one is lucky, at night, one might see sambhur (elk) as well.
A 14 kilometre walk, along the railway track from Haputale to Pattipola, the highest station in Sri Lanka, takes the hiker through utterly desolate landscapes with blue and red gum trees and winding vines with almost luminously blue-green leaves that entwine around taller trees. There is not a soul to be seen, and the atmosphere is often misty and at times visibility reduces to a few feet ahead of you. If one decides to do this hike, it is advisable to take a good torch, as many of the tunnels are quite long and walking in the darkness could lead to sprained ankles or worse.
Close behind the Haputale station is the Buena Vista Hotel, a grand old hotel of bygone days perched on the edge of the mountain, which sadly has been converted into an office. Below the station can be found a house that used to belong to Sir James Peiris. Sitting on a hill above the town are St PaulÕs Catholic Church, and a short distance away, St Andrews Anglican Church. This quaint green-roofed church, boasts a beautiful stained glass of the children coming to Jesus. In its cemetery, can be seen ornate gravestones of many of the English planters and their family members who used to come to the church. A notable grave is that of Walter Stanley Senior, the writer of the beloved ÔHymn for Sri Lanka.






A few kilometres along the Colombo - Badulla Road, one comes to a turnoff leading upto the monastery of the Sylvestro Benedictine monks, called Adisham. This large stone building, initially built by Sir Thomas Lester Villiers, a tea planter, was sold in 1931 to the Benedictine monks. Novices are trained for a period of a year at this monastery. There are a few rooms for occupation by outsiders, but these are kept strictly separate from the quarters of the novice monks. ÒThere are many sightseers who come here and make a big disturbance and even shout at us if we donÕt show them round the entire building, including the quarters of the monks which are strictly out of bounds for visitors,Ó said Rev. Fr. Bernard Ramanayake, Father Superior of the monastery. Those who wish to spend a few days in the quiet environment of Adisham, must write to Father Bernard who would then consider the request. The gates are closed at 4.30 p.m. after which no outsiders can enter the premises. Residents need to tell the monks if they are going to be out late.
A visitor to Haputale can stay at either the Haputale New Rest-house, which is one kilometre from the railway station, or the Old Rest-house which is opposite the station. There are also numerous houses which offer accommodation and meals for reasonable rates but one needs to search for them. An alternative would be to stay in a nearby town, such as Diyatalawa or Bandarawela, and drive, take a bus or walk the 10 kilometres to Haputale. Unless you have an unlimited supply of patience, many days to enjoy the hill country, and donÕt mind spending a substantial amount of a day on the train, it is not advisable to take the ÔPodi Menike ExpressÕ which leaves at 5.55 a.m. from the Fort Railway Station. This took 9.5 hours to reach Haputale station. Even though it was a prolonged train ride, it would nevertheless be enjoyable to a die-hard train buff like myself.
The alternative trains are the ÔUdarata MenikeÕ which leaves the Fort Railway Station at 9.45 a.m. and the Night Mail train which leaves the Fort Railway Station at 8.30 p.m. Other alternative transport methods include a normal bus or the Intercity Express bus service, which is about double the fare of a normal bus.

Sunday, November 4, 2018

The Ulpotha Yoga Retreat

Traveler Experience





“They come from all over to disconnect. Bankers, CEOs, marketing managers, dancers,” enthused my lively masseuse Marion, as she pulled my naked thigh to a new angle and pressed down. “I think there is a need for a place like this. For people to reconnect to themselves.” Reconnect to themselves while disconnecting from electricity. The Ulpotha yoga retreat in the jungle of western Sri Lanka consists of 11 thatched open-air huts spread out on 22 acres of forest, alongside a lake, with swept red-earth lanes connecting these huts. At night, the lanes glow with kerosene lanterns in the dark, while monkeys howl. There is no electricity nor any wireless connection. As soon as I stepped on the grounds, I too reconnected - to something I am completely unaware of in Paris. The sense of embodiment on a planet. 




It is soothing and humbling to be told it is night-time by the setting sun, and not be able to artificially keep going. I watched the strands of orange-yellow sun settle into darkness over the rice paddies, swinging on a hammock, as the night came alive with bird songs. It was the reason I chose to return to Ulpotha where I spent last year’s New Year’s Eve.“The reason I chose to come?” explained a fellow retreatee, a British production manager. “Because other yoga retreats seem to be ‘scenes,’ where everyone is competing to be the best yogi. This seemed to be a place.” What I particularly like is the gentleness: the gentleness of the breezes among the banana and coconut trees as the sun glows on the fields. The gentleness of swimming in the warm lake, between two small islands, with just an egret sitting in the grass, and a kingfisher flying above me, flapping tiny fast blue wings. The gentleness of the program: the yoga rhythm is an hour and a half in the morning; another hour and a half a night, with massages and teas in-between. This week’s yoga teacher is a Cambodian-American expat, Bo Srey, now based in Singapore, who goes around and gently corrects our poses (with his sweetly smiling wife-assistant Shirley) and has -- as all the other yoga teachers this retreat hires -- studied from East to West. I stretch into a pose, inspired by three limber monkeys passing by the yoga sala in their own version of “down-facing dog.” Bo warns me with a gentle smile not to squish the frog squatting behind the bolsters. Later the new master yoga teacher, Nigel Gilderson, will lead us up a mountain to Monkey Rock, to teach us to feel the “energy” of the rock in a variety of tai chi movements and yoga stretches. We lie on the sun-warmed granite, arms wide, as the sun sets. A favourite moment: an oil ayurvedic massage, followed by an herbal steam-bath under a wicker crate, with spices wafting in the steam. Chandina, the ayurvedic masseuse, washes me in an outdoor stone pot, next to large copper kettle, pouring ladles of warm water over my headand rubbing mungbean grains on my skin. All of the profits from this onsite ayurvedic centre go to a local clinic. But the most fun part of the retreat are the collective meals, held under the awning of the ambalama, with abundant gourds of simmering curries of vegetables with names like bitter gourd, wingbean and snake gourd, as well as breadfruit, mango, and papaya, along with fresh cucumber salad, spicy tubular roots and colourful coconut sambols (one made with green chilli lime, beetroot leaf and pennyworth), most of which is grown on the premises. Guests ladle the food with long wooden spoons, and chat with each other animatedly, sitting crosslegged on the mats. In the mornings, for breakfast, we sit in the tea kad -- a stone hut -- while the Sri Lankan woman Nalika pours steaming ginger tea from kettles on burning wood fires, and offers Indian millet cakes wrapped in coconut leaves. It is a deluxe way to be in the jungle--so relaxing that one day a week there is even a retreat from the retreat; to the Dambulla cave temple for some, and to the beach of Alankudah on the Indian Ocean for others, where a few of us charged off in a motor boat and came across thousands of dolphins, surfing up and down the waves, their fins elegantly in unison. A few baby dolphins did flips in the air. 


A fellow client -- a circus trapeze artist -- helped me perfect my cartwheel in the sand. “Stretch your legs higher!” she said, with a laugh. This is the highlight of Ulpotha, for me; the unusual air of openness and kindness among the guests, fostered by the hostess of the retreat, Suzi, a South African woman who dedicates herself to making sure each guest is introduced to the others and discretely provides for every need. Guestscome from all over the world, from Riyadh (wearing a flowing white Dishdasha) to Oslo (in jeans), ready to converse. Biking along the paths to the local market, passing lily pads on the ponds, I conversed with a Danish young woman about her work with the Red Cross creating social-psychological support for areas in East Africa. Her master’s thesis, on youth programs, actually turned into one in Uganda. Then back in the tea kad, for a chocolate coconut snack, I came upon a British Foreign Affairs Officer and chatted about his work on Syria, followed by a conversation with an art historian who organised exhibits between the Guggenheim and the George Pompidou museum in Paris. My kind-hearted hut-mate, rubbing her lip (“I was bit by an ant!” she says, in astonishment) tells me that she is en-route to India, to get prototypes for her boutique. She will be inviting her Indian contractor to spend his honeymoon with her family in Switzerland. He has never been in a plane. For someone who loves great dinner parties -- and meeting friendly down-to-earth people who do interesting things -- this place is a dream. “I love it,” enthused an assistant film director, relaxing next to me on a cushion, happy to be here after a grinding schedule on a new Sony picture. “After 12 hour days, I really needed to unwind and be with people where there is no competition, no bollocks, where everyone is positive. Anyone who comes to a place like this is going to be positive.” I also enjoy being alone, reading on a hammock, with the shimmering green of the grass and trees, and the cormorants over the lake in a pure blue sky. It is a chance--detoxed and de-interneted--to reflect on where I am going next, where I am coming from. It all ends with a party, replete with local arrack liquor and potent beer. The local villagers who manage this place, along with the South African/Sri Lankan owners, crouch before drums, harmoniums and tambourines and happily regale us with folk songs, something about a man missing his woman (I am told), while the guests dance under the moon, barefoot on the earth. I spoke to Edgardo, a Chilean exporter of Persian rugs, for whom it is now his fourth time at Ulpoltha. “But you travel all over the world,” I said to Edgardo, as he radiantly beamed gazing into lantern-lit trees. “Why do you keep coming back here? “Have you ever found a place like this?” he glowed. “The soul of the place, the nature, these wonderful people here, the conversation. It’s magical! Super! And Suzi---Suzi--” he glowed, pointing at the South African hostess in a silvery gown. “Is the spirit of the place. Such kindness! Here there is luxury that is so subtle you don’t see it at first. This morning, the man taking care of my hut left me frangipani and jasmine flowers on my bed; you can see he poured his love into each petal! And Thierry’s massages: have you ever had anything like them? They cured my back problems. Of course, I come back every year. And will be back next year too.” He laughed. “And I don’t even do yoga.”


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    ....A Birdwatcher's Guide to Sri Lanka - by Gehan de Silva Wijeyeratne,
      Lester Perera, Jeevan William, Deepal Warakagoda and Nirma de Silva Wijeyeratne, from OBC Bulletin 26, November 1997. OBC Bulletin 26 includes a 24 page supplement, the Birdwatcher's Guide to Sri Lanka, which describes 20 key sites. The section for one of those sites, Sinharaja, is presented here on-line. 
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    ....Guide to Sri Lanka Nature Reserves - One of the most alluring
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    ....Watching seabirds on the West Coast of Sri Lanka
      by Rex I. De Silva, from OBC Bulletin 26, November 1997.  Although the majority of birders visiting Sri Lanka concentrate on searching for the endemic species, they overlook the fact that the west coast provides an opportunity for observing some truly exciting seabirds. 
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    ....Sinharaja Forest Reserve - Located in southwest Sri Lanka, Sinharaja
      is the last viable area of primary tropical rainforest of the country. More than 60 per cent of the trees are endemic and many of them are considered rare. There is much endemic wildlife, especially birds, but the reserve is also home to 50 per cent of the endemic species of mammals and butterflies, as well as many kinds of insects, reptiles and rare amphibians.
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    ....Yala National Park - by Dave Behrens. On a recent trip to Sri Lanka
      I had the opportunity for a one day visit Yala National Park (also known as Ruhunu National Park). All I can say is WOW! This is like a miniature African safari! The pictures shown are the results of only one day in the park. See also more photos from Dave's second trip to Yala.
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    ....Muthurajawela Marshes - A Nature Lover's Delight
      by Marie-Celine Bastiansz.  The Pied Kingfisher is just one of several attractions at the Muthurajawela Wetland Conservation Project Visitors Centre a mere 40 minute drive from the City on the Colombo - Negombo Road and a couple of miles from the Bandaranaike International Airport. The centre was set up in an attempt to preserve in its present state some 7,000 hectares of wetland rich in plant and animal life. The project comprises large extents of marshland as well as the Negombo Lagoon.
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    ....Sri Lanka - Directory of Wetlands of International Importance - 
      includes information on all Sri Lanka's Ramsar designated sites, including:
      • Bundala
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    ....Trip Report: Sri Lanka 2003 -  by Simon Plat. An extensive trip report
      to Sri Lanka, including pictures and a section on how to find the endemics and other targets. Sri Lanka proved to be a top birding destination. All different types of birdwatchers will be able to find their likings here. The island has 27 endemic species, 15 of these with an endangered status. Over 15 species are shared only with the southern parts of India. For the specialist, over 60 subspecies are endemic, of which several might be split in the near future. These numbers are, in relation to the size of the island and the accessibility, among the highest of any single island in the world.
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    ....Trip Report: Sri Lanka - March 1-15, 2002, by Joseph Thompson. 
      Sri Lanka has been a well-recognized birdwatcher’s paradise for many years, as evidenced by the many quality trip reports that are available. In my report, I would like to emphasize the advantages of including Bibile, a site not included on larger tours, and relate the extremely high quality of the local Sri Lankan guides whose services are available. Sri Lanka is an extremely beautiful country whose people are among the friendliest in the world. Travel in the birding areas, which are in the south and central portions of the country, is quite safe and is exceptionally hassle-free. 
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    ....Trip Report: Sri Lanka - 25 March - 8 April 2001, by Mike Prince.
      This report describes a two-week visit to Sri Lanka in late winter/early spring 2001. We chose our own itinerary designed to give a good mixture of birding and general sightseeing. There are some fine wildlife viewing sites, which offer the chance of seeing the endemic subspecies of Asian Elephant as well as other mammals and birdlife.
      The island is a suitable size to cover adequately in two weeks (the out-of-bounds north containing little of general tourist interest anyway), the people are friendly, English is widely spoken and food and accommodation are both good and relatively cheap - overall Sri Lanka makes an ideal holiday destination. The aim was to visit the key birding sites, particularly for the endemics, and main other sites of general interest. 
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    ....Trip Report: Sri Lanka - 27 January - 10 February 1999, 
      by John Martin. This report describes a trip to Sri Lanka made in early 1999. Sri Lanka has something like 26 endemic species (depending on whose taxonomy you follow) including some superb birds such as Red-faced Malkoha. Though we visited most of the major sites this was not a full on birding flog. We managed to see over 200 species including nearly all the endemics plus some good mammals and other wildlife and were well pleased with the trip. By dispensing with the beach days the manic lister could probably see all the endemics in two weeks.
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    ....Trip Report: Sri Lanka. This trip report is provided courtesy of Urs ...
    ....Trip Report: Sri Lanka. This trip report is provided courtesy of Urs
      Geiser's Trip Report Archive July 23 - August 8, 1997 by Rohan van Twest. I have wanted to visit to Sri Lanka for some time to reacquaint myself with the birds of my youth and to introduce them to my children. After much deliberation we decided go on a family vacation in July-August. This is not an ideal time for birding in Sri Lanka, as the southwest monsoon usually brings heavy rains and there are no  passerine winter visitors to augment the resident bird species.
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    ....Trip Report: Sri Lanka. This trip report is provided courtesy of Urs
      Bowman. October/November are amongst the wettest period of the year in the wet zone, but the advantage is that the hotels are mostly empty, and few tourists are encountered. 
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    ....Trip Report: Sri Lanka - 25th January 2001 - 15th February 2001.
      By Andy & Isabel Senior. My wife Isabel, and myself, decided in May 2000 to arrange a tour of Sri Lanka. We've some experience of bird tours elsewhere, and were attracted to Sri Lanka for a number of reasons. Not least among these, was the list of Sri Lanka's endemic birds. Initial enquiries revealed a wide range of available tours, at a wide range of prices. 
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    ....Trip Report: Sri Lanka. This trip report is provided courtesy of Urs
      Geiser's Trip Report Archive  December 1-20, 1997 by Chris Bowden & Angela Schmid. This is a brief account and checklist for a three week trip birding in Sri Lanka in December 1997. We used public transport, only hiring vehicles where there was no alternative within the two National Parks, stayed in hotels at the cheaper end of the spectrum, and used around five of the days on non-birding activities including planning etc. The birding is generally fairly easy, and we managed to see or hear all but one of the 21 endemics. 
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    ....Trip Report: Sri Lanka, October 22-28, 2000, by Jeff Blincow. 
      There are several species that occur with a restricted range to South-west/Southern India and Sri Lanka (e.g. Sri Lanka Frogmouth). Sri Lanka also has a very high number of sub-species, and we made an effort to see these as well (we saw 45 out of 58). With the current volatile state of systematics it is prudent to insure against future splits. Only a few years ago there were 22 accepted endemics to Sri Lanka, and now there are 26. 
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    ....Trip Report: Sri Lanka, December 2-17, 2000, by Clive Harris. 
      I recently spent just over 2 weeks in Sri Lanka. Most of this was work-related, running a conference at the Kandalama Hotel (near Dambulla) which is an excellent birding location (it was someone else's choice of venue!). I also managed a weekend away to go to the highlands and make a half day visit to Sinharaja Forest Reserve. 
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    ....Trip Report: Sri Lanka, December 24, 2000 to January 8, 2001, 
      by  Jim Hackett. In the Christmas-New Year interval 2000-2001 my wife and I went to Sri Lanka for 14 full days. We did extremely well birdwise, thanks largely to the help of Upali Ekanayake, who is both a delightful guy and a Sri Lankan birder with 30 years field experience. 
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    ....It's a Red-vented Bulbul, Stupid! - Two Weeks in Sri Lanka: the 
      Land of Temple and Tank. The  Scottish Ornithologists Club Ayrshire Branch, Easter Trip - 24th March 1999 - 7th April 1999. Author: Keith Martin. 
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    ....Sri Lanka Trip Reports - you can find Sri Lanka trip reports on John