Day -03 - 20-Dec-2015 (I continue From Here )
The Spanish couple - Roc and Lidia are leaving to Trincomalee this morning. I meet them at the breakfast table and we bid farewell hoping to cross paths again.
I realise that I have forgotten to carry my Camera battery charger. It is impossible to record this trip with two lithium ion batteries. I am worried, if I could find a charger here. That puts me in worry. I not only want to travel but also record my experiences and pictures help them convey better for future travellers.
I realise that I have forgotten to carry my Camera battery charger. It is impossible to record this trip with two lithium ion batteries. I am worried, if I could find a charger here. That puts me in worry. I not only want to travel but also record my experiences and pictures help them convey better for future travellers.
A bus to Mihintale takes me only 30 minutes to
reach there. But, I make a mistake and get down one stop before the actual bus
station. But all that happens is for good. I spot these two asian hornbills
sitting on top of a tree and screaming.
I also stop by an electronics store and check if
they have a charger for my camera battery. The storekeeper searches a
lot, looks at the cable I am carrying and tries a couple of options before saying no. I am happy that there is an attempt made to find alternatives.
Before heading to the temple, I stop at a restaurant. As I see others
eat Iddiyaam (spring hoppers), I am happy. Its one of my favorite dishes back
home. In Mangalore we call it Shemey. The same is served neatly
with several curries and some Sambol. Sambol is a mix of coconut,
onion and other spices and makes a good side dish with anything.
I am pleasantly surprised that here people only use the designated area for
crossing roads and vehicles yield for pedestrians. Everyone wears a helmet including the pillion rider and none breaks the rules. One does not have to go to
developed nation to spot this culture. I am totally impressed with this
country already. And so far, I have spotted very less littering and have
not seen anyone pee in public.
Just before a flight of stairs that take you to the temple on the
left hand side is a small archeology museum. The curator and the guard
request me to come in, explain me the details of the hill and several historic
sites on its summit and then tell that the entree is free but a donation is
expected. I hand over a nominal amount which goes into the curators
pocket and in return I get a grin.
Mihintale is a very religious place for the Buddhists in Sri
Lanka because it is here that Mahinda (Son of emperor Asoka) met the
king Devanampiya Tissa in 247BC while the later was hunting in the forests. Mahinda
tested the king’s wisdom and considering him a worthy disciple
converted him to Buddhism and thus introducing Buddhism to Sri
Lanka.
I walk up with my lonely planet guide and here are the sites -
Kantaka Chetiya - At the first landing a small flight of steps to
the right lead to a ruined Dagoba with impressive friezes.
Monk’s refectory and relic house - On the second landing is
the monks refectory with huge stone troughs that were filled with rice for the
monks. Two stones with inscriptions details out the rules and
regulations.
Ambasthale Dagoba - The final steps of stairs lead to Ambasthale
Dagoba. There is a stupa in the centre, a statue of king
Devanampiya Tissa, a more recent Buddha statue on a hill to the left.
Sela Chetiya - Its a rock with narrow pathway up to the summit containing a stone rendering Buddha’s footprint. It is a challenge getting up here
because there is room for only one person to stand on this path. Yet, it was
amazing to see all the devotees so patient to help one another climb or get
down.
Mahinda’s Cave - A small walk down in the forest, behind Ambasthale Dagoba is the cave where the King and Mahinda are
supposed to have first met.
I return back to Anuradhapura by around 12:00 PM
and try to find an hardware store. I check in a shop and they direct me to an
alley where I find this store that sells all types of electronic accessories.
The store keeper takes a detailed look at the cable and battery and walks to a shelf that has the
chargers. I point to him at the Canon charger but he verifies others as well to
see the specification matches with that of mine. He seems happier than me to
have found something I was looking for specially because he did not speak
good English and we communicated just alright.
After that I wonder what to do next. I
contemplate several options and go back and forth to different bus stations
looking for a bus to my next destination that fails to finalise. Finally,
it occurs to me to visit Aukana Buddha which is about an hour or so away. I take a
bus to Kekirawa but thanks to google map, I get down at Ipalogama
cross.
There are no or very few buses to this remote location
so one has to rely on private vehicles or tuk-tuk. I enquire at the first
tuk-tuk I spot for a ride to the intended destination. Well, he does not speak or
understand English. I ask how much for a return ride and he says 70 LRs. I ask
him again if the number is correct as on the lonely planet I had read it to be
Lrs 800 for this 26kms round trip. We take off and he drives by the Kala
Wewa reservoir built by king Dhatusena (5th Century AD). Thick old trees form
the banks of this reservoir giving it a cool and blissful feel. Many chose this
places as a picnic spot.
After a few kilometres of drive he realises that
he has made a mistake and its not Lrs70 but Lrs700. I smile and agree to the increase in fare. Even without knowing each others languages we interacted just
fine.
Aukana Buddha is a 12m tall idol carved on a
single stone. Buddha is in ashiva mudra signifying blessings and the burst of fire from the head signifies total enlightenment.
I return to where the tuk-tuk is parked and stop
to buy some lunch in a nearby restaurant. The owner there helps me with the
ingredients of each dish. I try two small coconut and rice rotis and they are
served with a spicy red chutney which is delicious. Of course I order some
ceylon tea and all this is priced very less as compared to the towns.
While returning, the driver stops at the
reservoir for me to take pictures. He also stops at other scenic places and
hints me to take pictures. I take a few selfie with him and he is delighted and
during all this we rarely speak a word. I feel the power of communication without a language.
On my bus back to Anuradhapura, an overweight
young girl makes room for me to sit. Though I would have preferred standing, I
did not want to disappoint her so I cramp into the little remaining space. She strikes a
conversation with me in sinhalese. Upon learning that I am an Indian she is seems very happy. She says that she has a whatsapp friend from
Chennai whom she has not met. She can speak broken tamil. She pulls out his
picture from her whatsapp list and shows it to me. She tells me that she likes
India a lot. I ask her why does she like India to which she smiles and says - "I don’t know". This is not the first person I am meeting here who
has had high regards for Indians. Everybody here seem to love India and Indians.
This actually made me aware of a responsibility. People outside our country look up on us, they admire us and sometimes respect us for what we have achieved. To me that adds a lot of responsibility on how we Indians conduct ourselves, behave in and outside of our country. I wonder if we are this polite to the foreigners visiting us? Truly, the modesty and kindness of Sri Lankans has touched me and made me realise my own responsibilities.
The buses here play a lot of sinhalese pop songs.
All of these songs sound very similar to one another. Most or all of these
videos have a young couple in it and the theme is always about love and
betrayal.
I take a walk by Anuradhapura market and capture
some action. The vegetables look fresher and bigger in size than the ones I see in India. There are also a huge collection of fishes. The market is fully charged at this hour of dusk.
I decide to walk back to the hotel so that I can observe the
locals. People seem to be very fond of lottery tickets here. There are small
booths setup by the roads and a crowd is always seen buying lottery
tickets.
During my walk back to the hotel more Sri Lankans
speak to me and feel happy to know where I come from. At the hotel, I chat with Chaturanga and he happens to watch a lot of Bollywood films. Shahrukh Khan
is his favorite actor. He says that Bollywood movies are more popular in Sri
Lanka than Hollywood or Sinhalese films. He also admires the Indian cricket team. We
discuss some cricket and he tells me that both Jayasurya and Kumara Sangakkara
are from his hometown Matale. Just then a group of Tamil youngsters walk in
asking for some donation for Ganesha festival. December is an odd
time to keep a Ganesha idol in a locality as generally they are placed
during Ganesh Chaturthi that happens in September. Chatturanga tells me how the
Tamils celebrate this festival by showering milk, kum-kum, turmeric and water
etc on the idol. He has witnessed several such poojas in his hometown. The
custom here appears slightly different from that in India.
Thus another day has come to an end. Another day full of activities and different from the previous day. I seem longing for more excitement and awaiting with curiosity for what the next day would offer.
Route - Anuradhapura -> Mihintale -> Anuradhapura -> Aukana
Thus another day has come to an end. Another day full of activities and different from the previous day. I seem longing for more excitement and awaiting with curiosity for what the next day would offer.
Route - Anuradhapura -> Mihintale -> Anuradhapura -> Aukana
Continued Here
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