The second part of my Srilankan journey started from the “cultural capital” of Sri Lanka, Kandy, where traditional, colonial and modern are incredibly mixed. We admired the view of the lake from the top of the hill (that we reached with a tuc tuc…what an experience!) and we walked through the streets of Kandy full of life and little shops. We visited a local tea factory and we got immerged in the Buddhist prayers of the Temple of the Tooth Relic of Buddha, one of the most beautiful and fascinating temples I have ever visited.
But as far as we left Kandy by bus we were amazed by the luxurious tropical nature: from there to the mountain in Nuwara Eliya, passing by the Ramboda Falls, nature was the only main character. The tea plantations were everywhere but I didn’t know that it was nothing compared to what I was going to see the day later.
After spending the night on the mountain in Nuwara Eliya (where we took a break from the muggy weather and finally enjoyed a fresh night!) we headed to the small train station of Nanu Oya where we took a local train to go down the mountain. It was probably the most intense experience of the trip: if you ever decide to visit Sri Lanka this train experience must be on top of your list for many reasons: the local trains are very old and all the doors are open, so if you seat near a door you can admire the most incredible nature ever, especially tea plantations as far as the eye can see; you can buy amazing food from locals on the trains and have pleasant conversations with the other passengers who looks at your excitement with a nice and understanding smile; you will have a strong feeling of being in another era of the past.
After the train ride and a restoring food stop in a local farm, we finally headed back to the sea where we spent two relaxing days on the Indian Ocean in Waskaduwa: the dark yellow sand, the blue sky and sea, the palms, everything was just perfect to keep inside us the beauty of the last days, to meditate and practice yoga, to relax and just enjoy the moment and the place.
Before heading back to Italy we decided to have a short trip to Galle, a lovely colonial fishermen village where we enjoyed a pleasant visit of the old town just in front of the beautiful Indian Ocean.
It was hard to leave the country because – a part for the heat – everything was just magic: people, food, traditions, views. To be honest I didn’t expect to find all this beauty in such a small island.