Saturday, 20 July 2013

4. Four, quatro, Hatara

4. Four, quatro, Hatara 

After what should have been a six hour journey, courtesy of Sri Lanka Rail this was extended to 10.5 hrs, changing trains at Anuradhapurna, then onto the local branch line to vavuiyn.  The later journey, should have had 'fasten seat belt' sign on, alas no seat belt sign nor seat belts or doors that close nor windows that open, but some very friendly locals made sure we did not get sent to the shunting yard, hurrying us to the train on  the  next platform where we waited for the next 35 min, 28 deg 90 % humid.   Never have I been on a bumpier train ride, I was sure we'd derailed at least twice.

Vavuniya was the first place where we have not been touted, that was very disconcerting when we had to start walking to the  hotel, asking directions from a kind constable, who then commandeered for us a three wheel taxi.  What did concern me was that the constable also gave us his phone number,holding my hand to write it thereon,  in case we have trouble.   Stayed at the salubrious Swarka hotel, clean spartan but the Hindu temple across the road tolling its bell at 0400 and 0700 was a reminder where we were.

A morning walk around   Vavuniya showed that it was a vibrant and busy place, where Andrew got his traditional photo with one of the local plods.   
Andrew's new best friend

The police in Sri Lanka wear a brown uniform, usually no firearms, or batons or other stuff we have become so reliant upon.  The fact that the are more than enough  soldiers on every other street corner usually carrying an AK 47.   I won't ever complain that I haven a police car to get me around, as the police here either walk, catch the bus, or ride bicycles.   It is not uncommon to see soldiers patrolling on their bicycles fully armed.  

Local bus to next destination Jaffna.   Bus fleet if anything is worse the further north we go.  The bus to Jaffna was another experience.  Fortunately we were placed on the bus early rear left side.  Full to capacity when we left, but that didn't stop the conductor pushing the same number again onto the bus over the next 4 hours.   And stopping to let passengers on and off.....not common where only one or two got on or off.    They had lao sized seats, three into out two.   my bum just will not shrink that much!,,,  No air conditioning, likely, if you were lucky the window is openable and you get blasted with the passing breeze.    
Relatively uncrowded for the minute.


About half an hour into the journey we were stooped at an Army check point, where all  foreigners were called off, passports checked, photo- copies demanded (which we couldn't get to, without unpacking all the pack) It was a thorough going over, (name rank serial number ) never aggressive, or cause for worry, but it does bring home how close Sri Lanka has been to war, and strife for decades.   

The landscape up north towards and past Jaffna is very  similar to what we would see in northern South Australia, Broken Hill area: dry windswept low brushland, not lush at all.  There are stretches where there are signs prohibiting stopping, and land mine signs  every 100 m.   No place for metal detecting I'm sure.
Not a place to practice tap dancing.


In Jaffna particularly the effects of the civil war are evident in many sad and at times surprising ways.  The sight of manned bunker type checkpoints, armed soldiers everywhere, and every government building has a fully armed soldier out the front.  The are still tens of thousands of internally displaced persons(refugees) in the country, still scared to return to Jaffna. There is clear evidence of whole sections of outer townships having been destroyed and abandoned, many damaged /destroyed buildings in the town.    

One of hundreds of abandoned and destroyed buildings courtesy of the civil war.


When visiting their star attraction the Dutch fort, it is evident that it had been both neglected for a generation, and a three hundred year old church that once stood there is now rubble.    Most of the locals use bicycles, which is a hang over from the war years when fuels,  when available, cost 10 times the normal price.  The railaway line was pulled up between Jaffna and Vavuniya. (currently being rebuilt) and local  infrastructure , roads water, sewerage, all neglected.   There is clear evidence of many UN type agencies in town Red Cross, World.Vision, etc, which only begins to indicate the tragedy in human life the war tolled.   Even talking to people in other places, during the civil war, the whole country was under martial law, food was not plentiful, etc etc.   

Hired a tuk tuk for the day.  Satheed ws our driver and for the five of so hours it cost r 4000.    First stop was the fort, I'm not sure the rebuilding would keep the purists happy, but it is certainly an impressive building.
The highlight of the Library visit was the OHS compliance with the painters on the cupola on the top of the four story 19th century buildings.  I'm sure we just couldn't see the scaffold, harnesses and ropes.    And drop sheets...nah.!!!!!   
Note the painters on the pointy bits.

Then we visited several Hindu temples, a couple of stupas, and the nahawarei well which is reputed to have no bottom.   Don't we all wish!!  At kirimale, from the car park it was shoes off, and inside the actual temple it was shirts off....for the blokes...that was scary enough, it became very clear that abc is quite pale.   This is the pace where there is a sacred pool, supposedly of fresh water, adjacent to the ocean, which abc had to take a swim in.  If that was fresh water, the sea must be pretty horrid.     
Spot the non local.

At this particular temple there was a large group of young school children six to seven years  old x 100 or so.  they did marvel at abc swimming,  they were the typical boisterous at times naughty (boys) children.  In such a dusty and hot place, what cruel person decided that cricket whites and dresses were the uniform.  They all looked spotless.    They all wanted their pictures taken and thought it hilarious to see their pictures on the 'big' screen.  The iPad mini is a real novelty in Sri Lanka.  Whilst we are but amateurs in respect of using it, the locals are fascinated that it can be used as a camera as well.  It really negates the carrying of a camera now.
The spectators.

Look at me look at me!!



Interestingly too, there  was a large group of mostly young Buddhist monks ranging from 12-20 years.   They did not have to take their shirts off...but I suppose their garments would have fallen off if they too the top bits off.  They were obviously fascinated with the garish, if not ghoulish nature of the Hindu gods and goddesses.  Some of then look downright scary(not the. Monks). 

We let the driver select the lunch stop, which we did at the Zam Zam Hotel in Chunnakam.   We generously shouted lunch @ $2.50 a head, and could not have eaten more.  A couple of soldiers eating there too, rifles leaning up against the tables.  Up north they eat in the Indian fashion, with the fingers, so we were most offended when they brought out the 'classy' spoons. Well NJC was relieved.  

Eat with the right, wipe with the left.  Simple hygiene rule. Or is that the  other way around!!!!

More temples and stupas, then the driver clearly had. Hankering for ice cream, because the rio ice cream shop across the road from the main and ginormous temple in Jaffna, was vey nice.  Kithule is a honey like substance from the kithule tree, makes great ice cream but maple syrup sweet

Met two Dutch trainee physiotherapists, Pamela and  Regina, who are spending nine weeks at an orphanage in Kandy.   The old farts escorted them back from the 'US restaurant' as it was dark, and the wandering cows are scary.  The US restaurant's menu seems to believe prestige is shown by the picture of a white chef.   Doesn't impress me, and I am sure  that if I went into the kitchen, we could have them for false advertising.
I'm convinced.  The white guy on the menu instilled the confidence we needed to eat there 




Stayed at the sawas hotel at $25.00. Night fan only.

Now heading south to Anuradhapurna,by local bus total of $3.50 each, 4 hours.  Seats have not got wider nor bums smaller.  Lots of temples, but this time Buddhist.

Relaxing at Levi's guest house.
Please everybody, between you and me, don't tell NJC she looks pale!!!

But not made for chubby westerners.

Thursday, 18 July 2013

3. Three, tres,tatu(Swahili)

3. Three, tres,tatu(Swahili)

Clearly I did not road test this blog thing, and I apologise to all of youse.

  I am just relieved that you can read what is on the blog.

As to how comments are posted,,,,,,,sorry.  But as I indicated on the email, we were worried we were the only ones who can read it. Hopefully by Indonesia we will have it sorted.    I also think we have been able to post photos too.(only had to download another two apps to dot it though). Be prepared for the non sequitur as I am still practicing putting the pics in.

The Grand Orient Hotel , you will al clearly recall was the place that Anton Chekov stayed for 9 days in 1890.(that's for you KRF), that's why there is a bronze bust of him in the ornate foyer.

Off to Galle today one of the single hardest hit areas in the 2004 tsunami.  The major death toll was at the crowded bus station and then several thousand souls lost on a train that was hit. All up over 120.000 people killed, still missing or injured.   

Colombo railway station, is somewhat rudimentary as too are the rolling stock. Unlike busses in Laos, the commuters don't even wait for the train to stop, or the getter-offerers to get of before clambering on and claiming ones seat.... its a free-for-all.   But in a strangely polite way.  Don't get between NJC and a potentially vacant seat!!!   The fare to Galle was r180 2nd class . 

 We made the mistake of trying to get into the third class but was kindly directed to a high class of survival-of-the -fittest in 2nd class.


The line runs predominately south along the beach front with the Indian Ocean nearly always in view.   
Indian Ocean from the train

GALLE
Galle is renowned for three things 1 tragically the tsunami 2. The old Dutch fort and 3. The Galle cricket ground.   For a city that was all but wiped out 9 years ago, it is very vibrant, if not a tad frenetic.   We are staying at the   Weitevreden which is within what is still a substantially and completely walled city.   The owner spent three months in Melbourne .... In 1972 but his wife was not a nurse.

The Sri Lankan people are mad about  Cricket.  With my encyclopaedic cricket knowledge I can hold my own for five or six seconds.  The Galle cricked ground was destroyed in the tsunami, and the Shane warne foundation generously funded the re-establishment of the cricket ground, and is a local hero.......maybe we can forgive his hubris a bit.  
Galle cricket ground viewed from the fort wall. 10000 fans inside, 30,000sit on the walls to watch.

The fort area itself being a very solid and high rampart was virtually untouched, but the neck of land between it and the main part of town all around was washed pretty much away.  When the ocean receded 1 or so kilometre the fort police  Closed the enormous rampart gates, so when the tsunami wave came in at several hundred kph, much damage was avoided and the gate withstood.


Galle Fort reminds us of Georgetown or Malacca,Malaysia  but the roads are in better repair, alas the buildings are in great need of maintenance, for heavens sake most are over two hundred and fifty years old, I'd be checking the builders warranties.  You can walk around most of the city on the top of the wall in an hour and there are two gates, the oldest was built in 1668.

The 1668 gate, where the gate ws shut preventing the fort being flooded in the tsunami

Approached by several 'friends' who had family in Australia, their wives were nurses, and they wanted to share .....that's when abc gets a bit cranky and tells them to go away.....nicely of course.

Looking forward to a meal at Mamas rooftop restaurant....can' t believe that the Lonely Planet got it wrong.  It turns out they lost their rooftop lease, and we look out over the next door rooftop, and the lighthouse is gone too.   Krakatoa is not erupting either....!!!! What next? 

Organised a tuk tuk tour from the railway station, for r3000 . Which had us about 4.5 hours of travel.   The two highlights were the  Handumgoda White Virgin Tea plantation, where only white virgins can pick tea.....no I have just been corrected, it is white tea, the very tips of the flower bud, picked by hand by 'pluckers' who wear gloves, and use scissors similar to nail scissors, and pick 250 grams a day, as opposed to non virgin white tea, where up to 22 kgs a day can be hand 'plucked'

King coconut

Apparently, too, the requirement for the pluckers to be virgins went out of vogue in 18th century China.   But it was a fascinating tour, with Joseph, free tea and cake with the resident squirrel in the upper house, a hands on tour of the processing plant and a selection of 30 teas to taste at the end.    Far better than the BOH Cameron Highlands tea plantation tour in Malaysia  None of you expect a taste of the virgin tea from us.

Had a try of a King coconut from a roadside vendor for r50.(so called because a king of Sri Lanka would only drink from these, lest he be poisoned or enchanted by potions he would drink) so far so good

The other highlight was the   Lagoon herbal garden at Habaraduwa, where we were given a tour of a smallish garden, that showed many differing herbs and spices (more than col. Sanders anyway) and their Ayurvedic uses.    One again don't expect any presents from here, once we get home they are going in the safe...if we had one! Of course we need a wild garlic paste to remove 'unwanted' body hair, from any sensitive area.(of course Andrews upper lip was being alluded to here)

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Went on a walking tour of the fort with Juliette Coombes who was a british newspaper corespondent for Murdoch when she was sent to Galle to report on the tsunami, fell in love with a local, and has stayed.  Erstwhile artist and still writing about Sri Lankan stuff, her walk was one fascinating aspect to another.  One hundred families live in the fort, most go back nine generations on can trace back to 10.   The fort has its own superstitions, local rules of behaviour, custom and etiquette, even it's own magistrates and high court.  Nearly every building had a history.   It is expected every family is succeeded by the eldest son in the fort.   Sanga karla (?) the captain of the sri Lankan cricket team has his house here! The only hotel in the fort is a super duper expensive restored 1850Amindigo  hotel.. Where the cheapest room is $450.00.  We did have tea and scones there though.    You can see my post on trip advisor.

Far too fancy for us


By Asian standards, food here is relatively expensive $20.00 for 2 not uncommon where other countries $5.00 or so would have fed us.  Not that we lament, but there does not seem to be the same street vendor/ cooking culture here. (In the south anyway)

On the last morning in Galle we found the YMBA(young men's Buddhist association) cafe, where not only did we both eat for $2.50, but the Hoppers, dhal, red rice, and coconut sambal was authentically spicy hot.  As we were western ears we got the fancy paper napkins, rather than the newspaper ones.  Clearly the decor would not have won any awards, but so far we are parasite free.

Have decided to travel far north by train up to Jaffna, then slowly work way back.

Train from Galle to vaviniya about 9 hours, .At Galle station we met a young fellow Roshan, who seemed genuinely interested in practicing his English and telling us about his life as a trainee chef at the above mentioned fancy schmancy hotel. He gets r16000 a month $160.00.  I am sure that he wanted us to adopt him.  And i think we were invited to stay with his family. He did insist on us sending him a photo.

World championship train seat getting.  I failed, but I was about to deck this European woman, in a stupid bouffy dress, who decided she was going to be ruder than the locals.  Ahh but smile at the lovely railway police, look pathetically standing up, and explaining we have 7-9 hours to go, she found a seat for us by kicking out two local social climbers who should have been in third class.  It is however raining INSIDE the car.  Hopefully it is from the freshwater tank.  We are really near the toilet.........
It's raining inside the train.

If we gat parasites, this is what done it....train vendor food




Sunday, 14 July 2013

2. Two, dos, zwei,twee




Pettah Market, curious how the iPad camera works.

2. Two, dos, zwei,twee
After a bit of a Nanna nap. We caught a metered tuk tuk for a two hundred rupee we got to the Colombo foreshore.  The beach isn't really much of a beach,  more of a thin strip of sand from which the locals can be sucked into the sea. The rip here seemed pretty fierce, straight into the Indian Ocean ...next stop Mogadishu.  It is called the Galle Face Green, although more dust than green bits.  Being a Saturday night it was very full of the young promenading females, families, and the ever present touts, spruikers, roadside restaurants and huge crowds.   

Then managed to get a good iced coffee at what was, in the 16th century, the old Dutch Hospital shopping complex...well in the 16th century it probably would have been called the new Dutch hospital ...anyway I digress.

Sunday 14th
As arranged our tuk tuk driver Siri collected us at about 8 am and for the per arranged r500, we got a good tour for 1.5 hr, and then he explained to us very politely(and surprisingly honest) that if he takes us to a duty free gem store that he will get 3 l of fuel for his tuk-tuk .  He said we were not to buy anything, but if we could do him the favour.....  Such was his honestly we went into the air conditioned shop, chatted to the salesman for 5 min, then we were off to the National museum.....seemed very tired and old....(of course there are lots of old things there that's what museua are about, ) needs a lot of TLC which clearly it wasn't getting. 
THE SCAM-1  they work in a team of three.  Tuk tuk driver one harasses the tourist, kindly gentleman tut tuts such untoward behaviour and gets into the conversation and every one of them has a sister in Australia and their wife is a nurse, and they love cricket.  They kindly offer to show you 'their' home temple, but alas it is too far to walk. Magically scamster no 3 in his tuk tuk just happens to pull up and picks you up, and drives you around for the next hour or so, and when it's all over the un-negotiated price is 10 times the going rate.


We got sucked in once, and then had fun with the next three similar scamsters, telling them we knew their sister, as we just happened to live in the same street and the last one just was told to go away.
Always always negotiate price before the taxi takes off.

We were looking lost just after getting out of the museum and a lady offered us directions told us that a taxi  should cost us r80.  We then hailed a taxi and were told r300.  This lady from a distance saw us remonstrating, wandered up and negotiated on our behalf and then told the driver to take a hike(or whatever the Sinhalese equivalent is, then told us "it is because you are white"  she was lovely, pointed us to a bust stop, caught the local bus for r20 to Pettah market.
Pot and woks anybody?

At Pettah Market we wandered through the produce market, and the streets around where each street or section has a speciality, cookware, baggage, clothing, electronics even betting shops.

Went back to Galle face green foreshore , even busier than last night.  Hundreds of tuk tuks parked in a row along the roadway, and tens of thousands of people.  For island dwelling people they don't seem to have much 'beachiness" about them.  Nary a pair of bathers.

Beach goers GalleFace Green


Plan is 10.30 train tomorrow to Galle.  More then then.


The dogs, I'm sure they miss us

The tuk-tuks lined up Galle Face Green

Saturday, 13 July 2013

1. One. Uno. Un. Eins

1. One. Uno. Un. Eins
At airport. This often a good place to start an international journey. Especially if one lives on an island.  I'm not too sure how this bloggy thing works, particularly relative to seeing the profundity of sage and valuable youse  are gunna add.    

We first lodged the two dogs at the Customs centre which is about 10 minutes from the airport.   They were farty bums all the way.   So bad in fact, there was no doubt they weren't being unfairly getting the blame for patrick's windiness. 

TIP for watching movies with NJC:  the life of Pi is too too scarey when you are trapped in the next aircraft seat.   

Singapore first. Trusting the system that our bags will end up at the same place and time as us, as we change flights at Singapore 

And.....the winner is......the system.   The transfer at Singapore, was so smooth  as to be a clear indicator that the karma truck of destiny was rounding that bend.. Well it wasn't really a truck but a small van.   


COLOMBO.....The travel agent stuffed up the taxi transfer arrangements.  The flight number was wrong( they expected us hours earlier) and the driver had gone home for the night but then when they found a driver he took us to our hotel only that once he was  gone we realised wasn't our hotel.  Tuk-tuk taxi 4 am 25 deg 85% humidity, I'd be remembering the travel agent was not on the eid card list.

The Grand Orient Hotel. Built 1857- yeeeee oldee colonial charm.  Wooden stair cases high wooden wainscotting, exhibition building style, (with less Greeks) three person lifts,
NO charm whatsoever at 430 am local time, and less charm at 0830 when the bathroom ceiling started to deluge.  
So we now have a different and better room.    

Did a quick walk/ tuk tuk tour for a couple of hours: lots of Sri lankan people a tuk tuks here.   

Traffic in Colombo: side note. Quieter, less congested, slower, but even at 40 kph the fear factor is 150kph- the right hand lane belongs to the scariest, most aggressive driver.

More to follow.

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

The last time we did a post was in 2009, when the whole family traveled to Singapore, Cambodia, Vietnam and Laos, for seven weeks.  That was http://thegrizwalds-partii.blogspot.com.au/ . 

For a short time that sated our desire to travel.     

Only a short time though. 
In 2012 Nathalie and Andrew did six weeks backpacking bike riding, busing  training, boating, walking, and eating around Malaysia, with a few days in Brunei on the way through. 

This was reported upon in the form of the So Far So Good chronicles (SFSG).  This was in the form of emails to youse all. Unfortunately the mastery of the remote Gmail account using a tiny teeny ween polka dot IPhone wasn’t the best method to ensure global coverage, the hit rate of email addresses was somewhat ad-hoc.  There were many disappointed people especially those who got the emails.

In early 2013 Nathalie and Andrew backpacked did just over three weeks in Central, and north west Thailand.  That too was emailed reports in the form of  the Nathalie Andrew Holidays (NAH) chronicles      Never will we make the grade as travel reports, but as far as reporting on what we see and do, we put a varied slant on it.

The next trip (the subject of this blog) was originally to be Myanmar, but as organised as we weren’t we didn’t make the 25 business days required to get Visas so the next obvious choice was Sri Lanka.

We will be in Sri Lanka from the 14th of July (Bastille Day) through to the 4th of August (Burkina Faso National Day). 

Now that we have a mini IPad our posts should be less susceptible to bus wobble and   “My fingers are just too fat for this IPhone keyboard”  but don’t count on it.

The dogs are going into care (with Customs) and the boys into hibernation (well deeper hibernation than usual) and we are off with our 15 kg backpacks.

Lots of Love

Nat and Andy


Cheers