I’ve posted before about The Knuckles – my favourite spot in Sri Lanka – about those rugged and masculine mountains, and the precipitous ledge that turns an expanse of sky into a cineplex widescreen showing daily features of molten sunrise. I’ve also taken you on a riotous three-wheeler trip up through Corbett’s Gap and down to the ancient village of Meemure, carved out of the forests at the foot of the pyramidal Lakagala mountain. So we can’t go there again.
I have another favourite place, or rather a road trip, from Galle to Ratnapura. I call it the Garden of Eden Route, and in the past I have taken any quasi excuse to travel along it, or part of it, for its exciting, physically and visually, and screams to me “Sri Lanka”. Sadly, the prints I have must have been left in the sun … so I can’t take you there, just yet (though you can be sure I will somehow travel that road one final time before I leave, a digital camera in each hand!).
If it’s not my favourite spot, why am I responding to Jake’s challenge by writing about Unawatuna Beach? Because its full of memories – twenty years of memories of watching the water and the weather from a little hotel perched on the rocks at the other end of the bay. It’s a spot I have shared with almost all the important people who’ve ever been in my life. And it’s the spot my darling friends Mo and A took me to celebrate my last Sri Lankan birthday, just the other day. What a gift that was!
September. It’s not “the season” – not beach season – at Unawatuna, but along with May, it’s my favourite season to be there.
Come, I’ll show you what I mean about an off-season day at Unawatuna:
Other entries for “Favourite Spot” here.