So now the adventure really starts. We left Kandy and travelled into hill country - wet, wet and more wet. The damp musty hotel was next to a swirling river which filled up with rain while we were there.
The first night we were there, Janet and I went to bed around midnight after a game of zilch. We were both out like lights, like most nights under our matching mosquito nets. At some point around three, something, I don't know what, woke me. The light from the hallway bathed the room in an orange glow. As I turned over in bed my eyes surveyed the room, left to right, blurred through the yellow netting. But then a shape I didn't recognise. Not a cupboard or a suitcase - but a human.
Now I was wide awake. This wasn't Janet on her way to the bathroom. This was a man naked except a sarong, shaved head and big arms standing right next to me with his hand on the mosquito net about to lift it. 'What are you doing?' I said. 'Get out'. At the same moment, Janet sat up. My visitor said something in Sinhalese and then slowly, calmly walked out of the room, without a sound.
If we both hadn't been there I would have thought I'd dreamed him. But no, he was very real and it was very scary. So to take my mind off it all the next day, we went for a jungle walk which was in fact a leech endurance test. It was all going fine until Roshan says 'now we go this way'. This way, was through undergrowth with little path to speak of. 'Oh and there's quite a lot of leeches from now on'.
That was an understatement. Hundreds of the blighters wiggling on the ground just waiting to grab hold of our shoes and crawl into our socks to feast. We soon realised that when one person stopped to flick one off, the rest of us would be attacked from all sides. 'Keep moving, keep moving' was the constant squeal but to no avail.
So how were the jungle views and the plant life? God knows, we spent the whole time looking at the floor. After what seemed like forever, we reached the river and were taken across in a rickety old thing but safe from our leech invaders. Our vigilance paid off and no-one got bitten. But I couldn't wait to get away from the place.
How scary. I am glad you found your voice and were able to shout at the bad man. I always put things behind the door to create a Heath Robinson style intruder alert.
Your holiday pics are fab. I am using them to plot the amazing voyage your hair is taking. It looks very free - grow more of the big stuff!!!
I keep seeing you in town. You were in Sainsbury's today in a very nice blue top - I think I must be missing you x
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