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what to expect when you look out the window in Nuwara Eliya

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A road, 12’o clock. Some umbrella-ed pedestrians. Peace. Quiet. Gentle drizzle.

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view1A cloud, 9 o’clock.  A very blue house.

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Misty magic ~ 2

Sri Lanka, Horton Plains: (is it still only Day 2?)

So we walked on from World’s End, juggling three umbrellas, a backpack, a sling bag and a bulky camera bag between us. Wasn’t easy to take pictures AND keep the camera (and phone) dry, and Amu and I kept stopping to look around and look at things and capture it all through one lens or the other (we had three) while Huz was content to just focus on walking and enjoying being ‘present’.

There was a disembodied sense of floating in a cloud, where only the trail was in sharp focus and the rhododendrons all around. All else (streams, waterfalls, bridges) seemed to just…materialize…through the mist.

I’m glad we took as many pictures as we did. Really, it all seems like a dream now.

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En route to World’s End

And so began a 9 km hike.

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windy

The wind made my hair dance.

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Thataway.

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Into the strange hush we trudge…

Except for a curious knocking sound made by an unseen bird, and the rustle of the wind through the grass…not a sound.

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The trail was sandy at first…

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Wet and surrounded by vegetation further on..

Just the gentle sound of light rain on the overhead leaves…

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When the going got rocky…

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And dream-like.

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We reached World’s End, the lesser one. A misty, windswept precipice not as high as the actual World’s End, but the view was similar….if only we could have seen it. (It is a cloudforest after all.)

We walked on from there and soon….

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We were halfway through our trek! Here stands a triumphant Amu, at the edge of a precipice that plunges dramatically for almost a kilometer down to the lowlands below.

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This is what we saw.

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An assortment of nationalities.

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One of the local guides there warned us that if we had found the walk challenging thus far, it would get tougher henceforth, especially the detour to Baker’s Fall. We could turn around and go back the way we came….or continue to walk till the end.
It was a no-brainer. 🙂

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Onwards!


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After a 6 hour, winding drive up hilly terrain, we finally reach Nuwara Eliya, once called Little England. Huz had been pretty car sick, so it is a relief to get out. It is cold here, compared to Colombo, and a waiter (at The Grand, where we are staying) brings us hot cinnamon tea, to be sipped through pieces of jaggery. It is deliciously warming.
We don light hoodies and set off for an exploratory walk around the hotel.

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have i ever seen poinsettia before? not sure.

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never-seen-before flora

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morning gloryish…..love the vivid bluey-purpley color

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the trees were huge!

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must hug!

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Amu clicked this one 🙂 The wind whips my hair around. Behind me is The Grand hotel, smacking of a colonial past. The bay window on the top left is ours!


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blue-y sunny poolside morning

Not in the mood to swim, but just sit outdoors and study my new camera, I found my way to the hotel pool, there to potter about taking pictures of things and peruse the manual. No one there except me, blue sky and gorgeous East African clouds…

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why are East African clouds poofier than Southeast Asian ones? 😐

anything Masai catches my eye

It was fun setting the timer and dashing back and forth several times to get a ‘reasonably good’ shot of myself. I just hope no one was watching from their windows…..


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“Now it is such a bizarrely improbable coincidence that anything so mind-bog-gglingly useful could have evolved purely by chance that some thinkers have chosen to see it as the final and clinching proof of the non-existence of God. The argument goes something like this: `I refuse to prove that I exist,' says God, `for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing.' `But,' says Man, `The Babel fish is a dead giveaway, isn't it? It could not have evolved by chance. It proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't. QED.' `Oh dear,' says God, `I hadn't thought of that,' and promptly vanished in a puff of logic. `Oh, that was easy,' says Man, and for an encore goes on to prove that black is white and gets himself killed on the next zebra crossing.”


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