The pig swore. Part 6
Despite the fact that the hotel is directly above the road, the night was completely quiet, so we slept well. I got up early to meet the dawn. But alas! Here the sun did not rise because of Ella Rock, but from somewhere on the left, so there is no beautiful view here.
Last year's hotel won a lot in this regard.
After breakfast with fruit with cord, we went on a hike. It turns out that our street was called a waterfall for a reason. I had no idea there was another waterfall here besides the one we saw last year.
You can get to Ella Rock in an infinite number of ways. Some are more complicated, others are easier. I read in the reports that the cunning locals specifically guide unlucky tourists on the wrong routes so that they get lost, and the locals then heroically save them. For a day, of course.
So we did not succumb to provocation when a group of Sri Lankan men tried to show us where to turn off the tracks. We went on. Ahead of us was a group of sports guys. And so they walked confidently, that we were absolutely sure they were going to Ella. Can't they walk on sleepers in Bandaravel? And indeed, they did not go there. But they didn't go to Ella either. We turned right into a hotel located on a slope. Yes, I would not want to live there. Trains, of course, do not go very often, but you will get tired of pilikat to the center.
So, where do we turn left? A woman showed us the way. She had to believe. And she did not cheat. After wandering between the gardens, we finally got on the route. We met groups of people already descending, who looked at us with sympathy, crawling up the mountain with their tongues out. It was already 9 o'clock.
If these people met the dawn at the top, why are they just coming down? What could be done there for 3 hours? And in general, to wash in the dark, the idea is so-so. Not the easiest climb. There are several areas with wet stones, where you can turn your foot like two toes on the asphalt. It's a good thing I wore sandals, not my usual flip-flops. Water was dripping everywhere. And this despite the fact that it has not rained for several days.
The ascent took, as promised, 2 hours. Much harder than on Adam's Little Peak. But the panoramas are similar.
Only if the top there was clean, eucalyptus forest grew here.
At the very top was a hut near which water and coconuts were sold. And dragged all this!
After wandering a bit, they began to descend, but on some other path.
Maps showed me that there was a cave somewhere below us. Only to get into it, you must first go down the track, and then go up again. AAA! How much is possible? But the eyes are afraid, and the feet do. Long or short, but we came to the place where the ascent to the cave was supposed to be, and we already wanted to go, but we were called. It turns out - the entrance is paid. After paying 150 rupees, they began to climb up again.
In some places the area resembled Vorontsov Park in Alupka. The same moss-covered boulders and stairs. In places - Guard Obu in the New World.
Reached the grotto.
There we met a group of Hindus ringing their bracelets, accompanied by their Hindus. One of them opened his mouth and tried to catch drops of water falling from the ceiling of the cave. Funny!
Nothing supernatural.
There are places that are beautiful and absolutely free.
Returning on foot to Ella, we went to Chill Restaurant for lunch.
We chose it solely because of the cool interior and exterior. All other visitors, apparently, too. The people fell by the shaft, despite the fact that the other taverns were empty. Again, we ordered rice and chicken curry soup with various sharp nishtyaks.
The host walked around the hall. Taking the fee left by the visitors from the table, he threw a hundred to the waiter, put the rest in his pocket. Tipping at this establishment was included in the check, so we took all the delivery. The owner did not even hide his disappointment.
By the way. The day before we had a huge sum of 30.000 rupees. Counting in the morning how much we managed to lose in the past day, I was horrified. 13000! Well, 6 thousand paid for the hotel. And where did we put 7 more?
On the coast we spent 3-4 thousand a day.
Stop blabbering! They bought only one beer in the cafe. The rest went to finish drinking at the point where it is sold for takeaway. There it cost, of course, not 200 rupees, as on the coast, but not 500, but only 280. Expensive, after all, the resort, Ella. Other different Germans were imprisoned under the British.
There was still time until the evening, so we decided to kill him by going for a swim at the waterfall. This year it was a bit fuller than in the past.
Bathe, however, failed. There were too many people wanting to take pictures. But we are fine, we will be refreshed in the soul, but the locals who came to swim and wash were a little embarrassed.
Monkeys here are just models. They are already running!
We left Ella without regret. Everything that could be seen here, we looked.
There is definitely nothing to do here for more than two full days. I will never come back! To be sure, she didn't even leave the torn Vietnamese women here the day before. I remember how in the difficult 90's, leaving the maternity hospital, all the girls carefully checked the bedside tables. God forbid I forgot something!
The train left at half past ten. We wanted to have breakfast in a cafe near the station, but nothing worked yet. Found only a diner selling fresh pastries. There we ate puff pastry with hot filling. The diner, however, apparently did not work either. I then saw a sign stating that it works from 11 to 4. Apparently, until 4 o'clock at night. When is this poor man asleep? Pies are already baked. And then a couple of cheeky whites broke in and sat chewing.
And in the fitness center located near the station there were already visitors! Local swords built figures for themselves, rattling irons.
The ticket office at the station has not yet worked. Tickets began to be sold exactly one hour before departure. The cashier asked me something. It seemed to me that he was asking if I wanted to book seats, and I said no, because last year the tickets were out of seats. Don't fool us little ones! I was given two pieces of cardboard, just like last year. We went to the platform and sat on the bench. Gradually, the people began to pull up. In the hands of many of them were some sheets with the coats of arms of the Champions League. I was nervous. And suddenly began to sell tickets with seats and these papers and there is a reservation?
And the people are coming. What is it, they will all sit down, and we will stand? Went back to the box office. And there is just a commotion! She came back. I clung to the Russian-speaking group when I saw their papers with coats of arms. They said they were given such tickets. There were no places there either. And two of their companies were given the same as mine. Strange, incomprehensible!
There were many more people than last year, and I was seriously afraid that there would not be enough seats. And I didn't smile at standing still for 4 hours. But it all worked out. Everyone settled in and sat down. And it started! The people jumped from car to car, from window to window with telephones on camera. Two Russian girls in identical short white skirts attracted special attention. As soon as they didn't take pictures of each other on iPhones! Even hanging on his outstretched arms from the open car door.
And we've seen it all before, so we played cards, only occasionally looking out the window.
As the train entered the tunnel, locals began whistling and shouting furiously. And since there were plenty of tunnels, the head was already square.
Arrived in Hatton. I read that the pilgrimage season to Adam's Peak begins on December 1.
Then there should be a direct bus to the village of Delhuzi, located at the foot. And now we have to go with a change of 30 kilometers. But we did not have time to walk a few meters, as a man jumped up to us and, poking us a business card, began to tell something. Like, a hotel in a beautiful place, just two thousand. The name "Rock View" was written on the business card and a stormy river was drawn. I thought the gesture was right at the foot. Why not? Well, I say. Let's go see. He says I'll take you on a tuk-tuk for free. Okay, let's go! My vigilance was dulled. Something was wrong here. I decided to clarify: “Delhuzi? »
I was assured: “Delhuzi, Delhuzi. Delhuzi Road.
They sat down and rattled through the city. The bus station, by the way, is not so close to the railway. Now I would have to stomp with backpacks. But we're cool, tuk-tuk!
And yet something confused me. The liver felt a trick. But it's too late, we're leaving.
I tried to reassure myself that maybe this is not the season, there are not enough people and hoteliers have to catch tourists on the approaches.
We were overtaken by another tuk-tuk, inside which I noticed a guy and a girl riding with us in the same car. It calmed me down a bit. So they were also caught.
But, after driving 4 kilometers, our driver stopped and said: “Get down, come! ». How did you arrive? To the mountain still to roar and roar. And then I realized where I was pierced. He said Delhuzi Road. That is, his gesture is not in the village itself, but on the road leading to it. Bliiin!
I had to get out and go catch the bus. But instead, I started talking to him. He promised us heavenly bushes. Luxury rooms and waterfall view. His wife, it turns out, cooks deliciously, we will have lunch and breakfast. And getting to the mountain is a no-brainer! Tuk-tuk will take away and bring. What, I ask, is all this for 2000? Yes no! For 6500! Damn it!
But I still had money and it was unclear where to spend it. Okay, I say, show your luxury room.
