The time has surely come for tourism to return to Sri Lanka. The war’s been over for 10 years, there are no longer police road blocks everywhere – and this is surely one of the loveliest countries on the planet.
It’s also one of the most diverse with tea plantations and hill stations where you can escape the heat, tropical forests, beautiful beaches, a fascinating culture with ancient Buddhist temples (some of them carved into caves) and the most exotic wildlife. Peacocks, for instance, are everywhere – sitting in trees, strutting along riverbanks and piercing the air with their raucous cries, so unlike their glamorous appearance.
My time was limited and this is a surprisingly big island, so I had to make a choice. I decided to head south. In fact, landing in Colombo, you’re already pretty far south to start with, so there was a logic to this. Colombo itself is coming back to life, many of its old colonial buildings are being restored and there’s a feeling of regeneration on the street. The most obvious sign of this is the vast ‘new city’ of Colombo being built by the Chinese on reclaimed land.
I could see this very clearly from my window at the Shangri-la Colombo overlooking the Indian Ocean. Sri Lankans are ambivalent about the project. Some think there’s a need for them to pulled into the 21st century; others worry that there will be too much Chinese influence on their quite unique culture. This is before we even consider where the money’s coming from.
The new city is still very much at an embryonic stage. But I was more interested in the old one. I set out for a city tour by tuk-tuk arranged by the hotel and with a suitably smart driver. Kavi was wearing whites with plenty of frogging and a smart cap. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d saluted. There’s a lot of colonial Britain here still – and it’s not just in the architecture, high tea being something of a national pastime.
Tuk-tuk driving in Colombo is an art. Actually, any kind of driving is – there are cars, tuk-tuks, bikes, scooters, pedestrians, meandering dogs, all milling together in a state of seeming chaos. Yet calm rules. Hooting your horn in Sri Lanka means “I’m here”, not “Get out of my way.”
So we visited two remarkable temples, Hindu (Kailasanadher) and Buddhist (Gangaramir) with its vast ancient tree, originally a cutting from the original Bodhi tree under which the Buddha meditated. We went through markets of all kinds and had drinks – ginger-flavoured coffee and drinking coconuts. We saw quite a few of the British-era colonial buildings but explored them in more detail later in the afternoon on a walking tour with Mark Forbes, local photographer turned architectural expert.
So, it turns out the Brits weren’t the first colonials in Sri Lanka. That would be the Portuguese who built a fort here, surrounded it with a moat and filled it with crocodiles. Next came the Dutch, who got rid of the crocodiles and extended the waterways to make canals. They didn’t last long. Life expectancy was 30 if you were lucky due to malaria and yellow fever. “They refused the Ayurvedic remedies that would have cured them,” explains Mark. “They preferred opium…”
Nothing of that era survives. When the Brits arrived, we turned the canals into roads, started the tea plantations and suddenly the place – then Ceylon – was thriving. We built everywhere – government buildings, banks, bridges, railways – all of which is there today and, while much of it suffered during 30 years of war, restoration is well underway. We finish with a G&T on the verandah of the Grand Oriental Hotel. Well, you would, wouldn’t you?
After this, we were off to the further end of the south coast and another Shangri-la Hotel at Hambantota. This is the only golf resort in Sri Lanka (the wind can make it fun at the holes closest to the sea) and it sits on a white sandy beach. There is yoga in the mornings, a lovely spa set in a perfumed garden, a kids’ centre and several restaurants. It is also a spectacular wildlife area.
Our first trip was on water – a riverboat safari on the Walawe River in a small fishing boat with an outboard motor, the fisherman and a guide. This is a peaceful spot and the only other people on the water were two fishermen catching gigantic prawns in the river. The rest was just the wildlife. Just? There were whole families of gray langur monkeys, dozens of flying foxes (aka fruit bats) like old rags caught in the trees – and crocodiles. I wasn’t sure how close I wanted to get to the crocodiles and fortunately (for me) only saw a swiftly disappearing tail.
The birds were everywhere – different kinds of kingfisher, eagles, ibis, cormorants, kites, herons, parakeets, bee-eaters and orioles. A fish owl sat blinking in a shady tree. Best of all was the water buffalo who eyed us slightly warily as we floated past his bathing spot.
The next day it was elephants. I had to get up at 5.30am for this but it was worth every lost moment of sleep. Setting out in the dark in an open-sided high-rise jeep, a shooting star lit up the lagoon and figures appeared on the roadside in the passing headlights (three Buddhist monks glowing saffron). By six, it is light and we’re driving past papaya, coconut and banana plantations on the way to the Udawalawa national park.
It’s a pretty bumpy ride but through the park but you see plenty of elephants as well as birdlife – including the ubiquitous peacock. Just down the road from the national park, you can drop into Sri Lanka’s Elephant Orphanage. The elephants’ natural habitat is threatened in the country due to the growth in population and a resulting expansion in settlements and agriculture. Humans and elephants come into conflict and it is the humans who are the winners. Around 15 baby elephants, orphaned or abandoned, are taken into the care of the Elephant Transit Home and rehabilitated until they’re able to be released back into the jungle. In the meantime, you get to watch them enjoying their breakfast – milk delivered by hosepipe straight into the mouth, followed by leaves and branches.
Our last stop was Galle, surfers’ paradise and UNESCO world heritage site – a jewel of a town on the island’s southwestern tip. It’s the largest remaining fortress built by Europeans in Southeast Asia and is a remarkable blend of Portuguese and local styles. It’s a buzzy, laidback kind of place with lots of shops and restaurants and ideal if you want to buy a jewel or two. (Staying at the Why House Hotel just outside Galle, I went with manager Henrietta Cottam to her favourite jewellers – friends of madam get a 25% discount.) Immediately outside the walls of the fort is Galle International Stadium, one of the world’s most famous and photogenic cricket grounds.
And then it was time to leave (not for home but for Fred Olsen’s Boudicca and India – more coming on that one soon). So much of this beautiful country I hadn’t seen. There’s only one answer – I’ll just have to come back…
Where to stay
South Coast –
Read about Henrietta Cottam and Why House.
For holidays to Sri Lanka Silver Travel Advisor recommends Asia Inspirations by Wendy Wu Tours.