The people, are clothed in the most vivid, shining colours and materials. Women mostly wear sarees, and I see men wearing a sarong, those too made with the most beautiful materials. It looks so comfy. I see different lengths on the men, spotting the occasional and thus rare mini-sarong on some men. Exquisite material and a beautiful sight this is.
We stop on the way for a cup of tea. We stop randomly,in some kind of dangerous bend along the way, and enter a tiny cafe which sells tea. It’s ready as soon as we walk in. A little bit like in the olden(Dutch)days, your grandma would have a can of filter coffee ready for you as soon as you walked in the door. I get a good vibe from the place itself, even though the tea isn’t top-notch. It reminds me of the ouzo-effect (or am I the only one who loves to drink ouzo when vacationing in Greece?), except this time I’m in Sri Lanka, on a “tea journey”, somewhere in the mountains. At the end of the day, drinking tea is always nice, whether you put sugar and milk in it, or not.
Talking about the olden days, there’s also a lot of milkmen driving around, only this time they have massive trucks. People need milk though, so it’s only logical it comes where somewhere. We drive on and start the uphill drive on the mountains. Dry landscapes slowly make way for green hilltop mountains, sometimes resembling a jungle. De air gets colder, much like the temperature and the oxygen level lower. This kinda feels nice. Throughout the journey uphill, we make frequent hard brakes for dogs that are just casually chilling on or alongside the road. At one point , we scrammed for a gigantic iguana. I. Was. Shocked. We re-continue our journey, singing our way up the mountain, and by 6PM we arrive at the plantation.
villa in paradise