On a early morning when its already starting to get hot, tissamaharama is exchanged for Ella. A three bus drive of
which 50 minutes up the mountains, take us to this village which will brings a break from the heat. A single step outside the bus makes me already feel home. I mean not home like the Netherlands, but the mountain views combined with curry senses, tuctucs nicely aligned, touts screaming for  business and cool breeze. Make me think about my trips to Northern India a long time ago. We don’t go along with a
tout, but to nice guy who comes straight to us and says he is
send by his friend in tissa. Actually normally I don’t like
this very well known way of local business, cause sometimes
it brings you to bad places, but this time I’d give it a go.
A very  friendly older man, I just seem to trust these
guys instantly rather than the young wannabe populair acting
guys with their bob Marley shirts, take us in his tuctuc a
few hundred meters out of this busy pretty place up the hill
to his house hidden in the midst of a beautiful garden. Yes,
this is the place where I can be totally at peace, with
plenty of walks, of hills to climbs, dodgy teahouses to try,
local snacks to sample, many sights to please the eyes. We
first set pace to small Adams peak, a small returnwalk of
less than 1,5 hours, but including time to enjoy and observe
all the beauty surrounding us, it takes us three hours.
Clouds rolling in between the hills, colouring them in a
great variety of green, the sky turning blue to grey, to
black and back to blue within half an hour. The trail is
partly on the main carroad, party dirt track and about 300
steps on a steep staircase up the mountain. Up the hill a
splendid 360 panorama view makes it a perfect morning stroll.
Tomorrow again, just for the exercise.
7/3/2013