The train journey from Nanu Oya is rated as the best in the country so it is always problematic to get a seat, hence our idea to board it at an earlier stop. Nawalapitiya is a busy commercial town with little to offer passing tourists, not even a clean toilet, however we found a small bakery where we were able to top up our breakfast. We then decided to continue to Nanu Oya and take our chances on the seat issue.
First two stages of our tour- Part two coming up soon |
From Pussellawa the road gradually climbs higher until U bends are many and views excellent.
Ramboda Falls, Sri Lanka |
Ramboda Falls, Sri Lanka |
Ramboda Falls area, Sri Lanka |
Tea Estate |
Tea, however, was introduced to Sri Lanka from China early in the nineteenth century but as a specimen in the Botanical Gardens. At that time, Sri Lanka had a thriving coffee economy however a deadly fungus wiped out the crop and so, tea became a cash crop instead. With an early coffee history it is strange that until recently it was impossible to get a drinkable cup of coffee anywhere on the island with a strong, bitter brew, thick with grains served to those who hadn't yet learned to choose tea.
Tea Leaves, just plucked |
Tea flower, camellia sinensis |
Tea growing |
Picking tea |
Lucky was offered some jaggery one of the staff had made for sale and he quickly accepted the offer. Jaggery is unrefined sugar made from the sap of the kitul palm without the separation of the molasses and crystals. This piece was especially pleasing - like a soft light fudge that melted effortlessly the minute it made it to your mouth.
After this pleasant break we continued to Nuwaru Eliya where I ran into a bakery to stock up on short eats for the three hour train ride from Nanu Oya to Ella. The six km from Nuwaru Eliya were covered slowly as the road had been ripped up with a new construction about to be started so time needs to be allowed for this if you plan to catch the train. I guess it may be ready in a year or two.
After purchasing our tickets - about Rs 200 each for Second Class, we joined the other waiting passengers - mostly tourists - on the platform.
Nanu Oya Station |
Ever mindful of how to survive when boarding public transport in Sri Lanka, I positioned myself ready to haul myself up into the train assertively yet as politely as possible. The trouble was that there were very many people exiting at this station and one poor, young mother holding a baby less than a year old almost fell when trying to turn to get a foot hold on the narrow steps hidden under the side of the carriage. I released my hold on the hand rail and caught , yes caught the baby and she managed to get down. As this was happening I was being pushed and shoved from behind as Sri Lankan people sought to get on and grab the seats. At the same time, the small foyer area was blocked with a group of happy young Sri Lankan men playing drums while singing and swaying as they crooned the local hit songs.
Happy Days, I thought as I too, moved assertively scanning for vacant seats on the right side of the coach, found one and sank down hurrying Sue in beside me. I then looked for Sam to see how he was faring in the seat scrum. He was looking confused but then I spotted a seat behind me on the other side of the train and pushed him, like the musical chair game into it. Just in time! We were then confronted by a young Sri Lankan mother, perhaps in her thirties and her eight year old son, furious that Sam had taken her son's seat and demanding that he stand up. With some encouragement from me, Sam held his seat while she berated him in Sinhalese for making her son stand. Whereupon Sam offered to move slightly so that her son could perch between the two of them and, as she kept up her tirade he gave her a lecture on her lack of respect for his age - wrong side of seventy. Eventually she was silenced, only to leave the train two stops later.
Train between Nanu Oya and Ella |
From the Nanu Oya to Ella train |
Food crops |
One of the waterfalls from the train |
Near Diyatalawa |
Lucky was at the station to meet us and take us to our guesthouse, Rawana Heights. Well named, as we found out! Our rooms were on the top floor giving a lovely view - after we had slowly climbed the fifty six steps to reach them!
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