(this post is dedicated to Harsha, who loves all things hibiscus)
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.
…it would be this one.
I just have to slow down, or stop altogether and stare, if I chance upon an Amaltas on my jaunts around the city.
If this isn’t magic…what is?