When we got off the bus, the worst part of the trip was supposed to be over, with just a scenic 27 kilometer tuk tuk ride up hill to Ella remaining. It didn’t quite pan out that way. About five minutes in the heavy rain started, as we discovered gaping holes in our tuk tuk’s canvas walls. After a further five minutes, we came across our first landslide. For the remaining 20 kilometers we encountered rocks (of varying sizes) on the road at least every hundred meters. Water was flooding across the road from temporary waterfalls and our tuk tuk driver was spending more time looking out for falling rocks than for oncoming traffic. About an hour later we breathed a sigh of relief as we made it to our hostel. Although we (particularly Cindy) had been really scared throughout the tuk tuk ride, it wasn’t until a couple of days later we realized just how dangerous the situation was, reading news that two hundred people were missing after a landslide had wiped out a nearby town.
That night we had a few calming beverages before sitting down for a delicious home-style Sri Lanka’s meal. We’d read great things about the ‘restaurant’ (you eat in the living area of the owner’s home) on tripadvisor, and our only disappointment was that we didn’t have time to attend the chef’s cooking school so we could reproduce the delicious experience back home.
The following morning we hiked up the nearby little Adam’s peak, getting a feel for the spectacular mountain views we’d be treated to on the train.
Soon after the civil war ended, an abandoned 70s resort was brought back to life by an international hotel chain as a luxurious beachfront resort. Since we were coming out of peak season, we found a last minute deal that was irresistible, and when we were greeted at the beautiful resort with a free room upgrade we were sure we’d made the right decision. Luckily the rain stayed away for the duration of our time in Trinco (rare for this time of year), allowing us to spend most of our time on the beach or by the resort pool.
Next stop; India.