By the time we get back from the hortons plains, the sky is coloured dark grey over nuwara eliya. We walk around the city during the afternoon, climbing some hills fully covered with poshy British colonial home turned into hotels, guest houses. It feels  like a step back in time wondering around these buildings, with often oak staircases, oak floors and paintings on tge walls of which you might think they belong in a museum or in a millionaires home. We take a pot of offee in one of these old buildings, just 200 rupees, but OMG even senseo coffee tastes better. In st andrews we take beer, and pay the full Monty: 600 rupees. But I’m looking at an old Steinway piano and paintings probably left by colonialists mid 20th century. Though having a streetside roti makes me feel more at home.

13/3/2013