Tales of a Miscreant in Taiwan: SRI LANKA

After another wonderful rooftop breakfast at Black Beauty Guest House we packed our bags and descended to meet our taxi driver. At was at this point that a majesty and glory which we had come to expect from Black Beauty first began to slip. Our hosts met us with an assortment of papers which were our slips from staying there. It appears maths isn't their strong point, so I sat down and calculated exactly what we owed them. After the exchange was made, we did the unthinkable - we took their advice.

While I still hold to my statement that Black Beauty Guest House was the best place we stayed in Sri Lanka, the same cannot be said for their sister guest house up in Ella.

The drive up to Ella took us inland, where beautiful rolling country gradually turned into mountains. The scenery was beautiful and any camera lover could have a field day in this glorious place.

When we came to the edge of this great lake we discovered that the trees spanning one end were home to more than birds. In fact every tree was home to a host of bats - in fact a colony of literally hundreds upon hundreds of bats clustered together.

Some people would panic at such a sight, the threat of B-grade movie induced nightmares lingering upon the edge of their consciousness. It is truly a sad case of affairs that so many people fear and loath bats, for they are remarkable creatures who do so much good for the environment. Farmers love them, for they devour scores of insects each every night, vastly reducing the amount of pesticides needed. They are also responsible for the distribution of seeds for various fruit trees, resulting in their widespread dispersion. They are also harmless to us.
More people die every year from food poisoning at church picnics than have ever died due to bats in the entire history of the planet. (Thank you, Bill Bryson - At Home)

We continued on our five hour drive, passing rice paddies, more lakes and were rewarded with our first view of elephants.

The road gradually began to wind as zigzagged up the mountains. If this drive (and my time generally in Sri Lanka) taught me anything, it's that Sri Lankan people have very few accidents. Don't get me wrong - they drive just as badly as the rest of the world; often a lot worse. The difference is that they don't drive anywhere as fast as the rest of the world. Coming from South Africa, I know bad driving, but in SA we don't just drive badly - we also drive fast and in non-roadworthy vehicles.

We arrived in Ella in the mid afternoon. We didn't stop. Instead we took a side road and kept driving for another seven kilometres along a winding road to our destination - Point View Villa.

What I can say is that previous guests had a sense of humour.

We were shown to our room. The decor could be best described as kitsch. We had orange teddy bears "artfully" placed on the beds. They smelt musty and felt half sticky, half clammy when we relocated them to a more suitable position (on the floor). The furniture was mismatched. The posters on the walls held no cohesion to one another. We had a kettle that didn't work, along with a few teabags. There were no spoons, nor cups - something one would consider essential for making tea.

The shower room was alright, although the rubber map on the floor make funny squeaking noises. The absence of hot water was alarming - something we only discovered later that night when we attempted to clean ourselves. It turns out they had forgotten to turn the geyser on. Even when that had been done, the hot water didn't last more than a few minutes, no matter how much time we gave it to heat up.

On arriving we ordered a snack and took some time to evaluate the place we now found ourselves in.

The view, I have to admit, was delightful, and I found myself playing with the filters on my camera. Sepia came out quite nicely. These are some of the pictures I took between mid afternoon and evening.

What concerned us most about Point View Villa was how the standards were lower than Black Beauty Guest House , despite having the same owner and being considerably more expensive to stay at. Anytime one wanted to pop into the village a tuk-tuk had to be called (unless one had time for a three hour walk). That could cost between 450 and 600 rupees, depending on how viciously the driver would haggle.

We popped into the village (which is little more than a single road) the next morning and within minutes had copied down a list of places to stay. We stopped when we had reached about seventeen, but there were more. Clearly we had chosen the wrong place to stay.

Deciding that we would like to leave via the famous - though slow - train, instead of driving, we booked tickets on the train for the following morning. The train left very early, so we knew we'd have to organise with our hosts to get a tuk-tuk ready.

This is the humble train station.

After a little look around the town and a letter or two posted, we headed out of the village in search of one of the famous tea factories. In this regard I have to give our hosts some credit. One of them drew a map for us, telling us which tea factory to go to and giving us directions.

Scenes we passed as we walked along the road.

Sadly my camera wasn't up to the challenge of truly capturing this place. There are layers upon layers of subtle colour changes were rows, angles and different aged tea crops met. Each requires a different light filter and so makes accurate photography highly difficult.

We also found a very relaxed dog, calmly lording over his kingdom. He barely raised his head to consider us as we passed.

Cows grazed along the slopes.

Halfway between our village and the next was a single indicator of our geographical position.

The next village, Kumbalwela, held this. We didn't stop there, but the name was tantalising.

The Halpewatte Tea Factory had many delights in store for us. As you can imagine, they did not permit photographs to be taken inside the factory, but we were allowed to take scenic shots from their rooftop, which was also their information centre and shop.

Making tea is a long process. We had an elder gentleman take us through the factory. His English was impeccable. In the first process the tea leaves are allowed to sit in a warmed environment to reduce their moisture content. Then they go through a process where they are churned and separated four times - creating the four different variations of tea. The chaff that's left over usually gets used to make compost.

The next process involves baking the tea leaves at a high temperature and then sorting it again into levels of fineness. These different levels have many names and were originally sorted by hand. Now they use machines to filter the different particles. The particles are then packed into large, specially made bags and shipped to Colombo where they go on auction.

Of course the process is much more complicated than this brief overview, naturally.

After leaving the factory and finding no tuk-tuks waiting for us, we began to walk the 1.7 kilometres back to the road. We took some pictures along the way and staged a few.

We caught a tuk-tuk along the way and, a little tired from the day's exertions, we took it all the way back to Ella. There we found a place to have lunch. It was called Nilmini Restaurant and it was right next to the road that led to the post office and on to the back of the train station.
The lady who ran it was a granny and the place was in fact her house. She was so generous and caring. We ordered smoothies which she made fresh, and then she came out with the extra and kept topping up our drinks. She made curry from scratch and provided a dazzling array of side dishes to accompany it. We were so impressed that we ordered a take-away breakfast to be collected the next morning from her on our way to the train.