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Aug 27th, 2009 – After departing Dambulla I headed due south to Kandy, the last capital of the ancient kings of Sri Lanka. It is here you will find The Temple of the Tooth, a royal complex that supposedly houses the Relic of the tooth of Buddha. A glimpse of Buddha's bicuspid (or is it a molar?) is right up there with Jesus' eyelash, Mohammed's nose hair, Gandhi's toenail, and a piece of Moses' appendix on my bucket list of Sacred Body Fragments I need to see.
Aug 27th, 2009 – After departing Dambulla I headed due south to Kandy, the last capital of the ancient kings of Sri Lanka. It is here you will find The Temple of the Tooth, a royal complex that supposedly houses the Relic of the tooth of Buddha. A glimpse of Buddha's bicuspid (or is it a molar?) is right up there with Jesus' eyelash, Mohammed's nose hair, Gandhi's toenail, and a piece of Moses' appendix on my bucket list of Sacred Body Fragments I need to see.
The
morning after my arrival I set out for a drive through the Knuckles
Mountain Range as I heard it was well worth a look. Simone (the
female owner of my hotel) was kind enough to suggest a route and a
place to explore along the way. The drive was excellent.
Winding mountain roads, hillside tea plantations, and very few people. It is not exactly the Himalayas but it is picturesque none the less. There is a place on a small plateau to stop and hike to a fairly significant drop (it is known as mini-World’s End) and a excellent view of the valley below.
Winding mountain roads, hillside tea plantations, and very few people. It is not exactly the Himalayas but it is picturesque none the less. There is a place on a small plateau to stop and hike to a fairly significant drop (it is known as mini-World’s End) and a excellent view of the valley below.
Unfortunately,
I had a casualty: my sunglasses. Someone or something purloined them.
It was either mischievous monkeys or a misguided Sri Lankan teenager.
My money is on the latter. He was with a group of his family members
and must have committed the act while I was snapping pics for my
photographic ego session with my camera’s timer. I left the glasses
near my shirt which were never out of sight for more than a couple of
minutes. I cannot be a 100% sure but I would certainly bet a
significant amount of money on it. I approached the family while they
were having a picnic and asked if anyone found my glasses, to which I
received a negative reply. Bastard.
