The Door to Number 10

When one half of the front door looks like this, you can be pretty sure you’re in for a treat.

and so it proved to be!

This was the door to my room – Number 10 – and my key, of course.

Built of traditional wattle and daub – even the floor was made from mud – with a thick layer of cajan protecting the corrugated cement sheet roof – the rooms were cool and quiet, perfectly insulated, and of course, no creepy crawlies – though I did have a gauzy white mosquito net, just in case (didn’t need it – there were no mozzies in the Knuckles in March!).  The window shutters were of the same style and vintage:

And, because enough is never enough, a few more doors I snapped walking around Samadhi the morning after the retreat.

Insubstantial, about a third as thick

This is the final post of photographs from Samadhi, up in the Knuckles.  Previous series include:

• To Be of This Perfection – Landscape
• The Mountain Road – Landscape
• A Hillside in Paradise – A garden in the wilderness
• Lost in the Monkey Puzzle Tree – Details
• The Tree – My Tree – A tree in the landscape

A Map – here’s a screenshot of the area, with Kandy about an hour away by tuktuk.  One climbs up onto the Knuckles Mastiff along that little road following the river to the left of the red dot.