SIGIRIYA . SRI LANKA

THE GOLDEN TRIANGLE OF THE ANCIENT CITIES

We have moved inland to explore some history of this Country and try to wash some cobwebs out of our brains that comes from being lazy travelers.

Sleepy town with more birds, both in numbers and different species, than I have ever seen in my life. We were treated right away with a tree teeming with wild, teal colored peacock males, their tails draping long over the branches. And then all at once, they took flight with their tails meandering behind like curlicue ribbons.

 

We are staying in a cheap little dingy musty room. But step outside, and there’s a tree house that has a million dollar view: lush green wetlands that are the front drop to a massive rock which houses old frescoes of the voluptuous Tara and an entrance guarded with huge lion paws. Sunset at the top was magical.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LIONS FEET ENTRANCE TO SIGIRIYA RUINS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At night, the deafening croaking of a million frogs and lots of commotion of yells, chanting to the gods, and bottle rockets as the farmers fight to keep wild elephants out of the rice paddy below our window. Who needs TV?

The Elephants are HUGE here- in more ways than one!