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The pig swore. Conclusion

05 December 2018 • Travel time: with 04 November 2018 on 16 November 2018
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We drove to the villa.

We were met by the owner's wife. She led me to show the room. The door smelled of basement cold. But the room, really, in some respects pulled on the chic. But only for some. It could be made into two. A pair of huge beds under mosquito nets, plasma.

In the bathroom expensive tiles on the walls and, oh miracle! Water heater.

I haven't seen hot water in all the previous hotels, but it was uncritical because of the heat. And most importantly - a balcony with a magnificent view of the waterfall.

Waterfall, this, of course, is said aloud. Rather, the threshold. But still beautiful. And very loud. But there were no tiles on the floor. Apparently, the money ran out at the stage of its installation. The floor was covered with black oilcloth. Yes, well, figs with him!

We stay.


When I opened the door to the balcony, it was warm. And why not ventilate the room? On the river, the guys arranged a laundry. The owner from the balcony angrily shouted something at them, shouting the noise from the "waterfall". Apparently, he said to clean up and not scare his last customers. They didn't scare us at all, and we waved at each other.

Still in the process of persuading us to stay, the owner said that at one o'clock in the morning we need to leave. From the reports, I knew that the duration of the ascent was 3 hours. To have time for dawn, respectively, you need to go out at 3 o'clock. But that's if we lived at the foot. Well, time for the road. I wondered, why leave so early? Two nights would be fine. And, to the extent of her meager language skills, she tried to convey this idea to her master. He seemed to be moaning and saying no problems! Then the hostess invited us to drink tea.

Well, tea, so tea! A sobriety day is needed before the ascent.

We sit and drink tea on the veranda under our balcony. We watch as the insolent chipmunk penetrates through the hole in the floor into the cage of the budgie and pokes its grain. The parrot doesn't seem to like it very much. So he runs around the cage and screams. But the chipmunk comes back again and again. Are his cheeks small or small? It doesn't fit much at a time.

One cup, another. And the kettle will not be empty. The master came. Brought to fill out a form for the settlement. And the bill. I look, and there is no longer 6500, but 10500! Yes, well, my! What the hell is going on? Why ten five hundred? Did we agree on six and a half? The owner mumbles something about two nights. Fuck me for two nights? After an argument that lasted for some time and resembled a mute conversation with a deaf person, we came to a consensus. We returned to the original amount of 6.500. But I had no faith left in my master, and I said I would pay tomorrow.

And he asked to pay 3.000 today, and the rest tomorrow. They slapped his hands.

Having ordered lunch for 5 o'clock, went to see where it took us? Maps showed me that there is a big lake here. And some kind of church. The church was found quickly. It was surrounded by an old cemetery. Overlooking the lake.


Very nice place to lie here forever. Here is the grave of a tea planter. He lived only 33 years. And why did he die, one wonders? Did the tea pickers soak?

A couple more tourists pulled up. A church minister came and opened the door. Cute.

Enrolled in the book of reviews. They threw a few rupees into the donation box. Go on. We went down the path between the tea bushes to the lake. I wanted to sing in the words of a cartoon chicken: “What is all beautiful, what is all green! »

Really, the water in the lake was emerald. Maybe because it reflected the shores, densely overgrown with tea and eucalyptus. There was a small village on the shore. I was struck in the heart by a street toilet without a door overlooking the lake.

The time was approaching five and we went back. It's time to get some support. The hostess asked us about the spice, or what? With spices, of course. And the more, the better!

We were brought a mountain of rice and a few slices of various sharps, including two chicken legs. We ground everything except a third of the rice.

Right after dinner we went to bed. The room never warmed up. But the blankets looked promising. The bed looked clean. But it smelled of mold. The waterfall was roaring. I thought he was lulling me, but it wasn't there! Although, most likely, it was a matter of stupid tea. And why did I drink it?

Sometimes there was a viscous slumber with silly dreams.

In the middle of one of the sessions, I suddenly came to my senses, and enlightenment suddenly came to me. The owner just misunderstood me. I told him about two nights, and he understood me as if I wanted to stay here for two nights. And he did not keep in mind to divorce me. That's an illiterate fool! But this entails the loss of one hour of sleep. We will be taken away not at two, but at one o'clock! And I haven't slept yet!


That's what happened. At fifteen o'clock there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, I saw a man in a hat in front of me, who said that the tuk-tuk was ready. Pushed Vadik. How many are overboard? Preparing for the trip, I read in the reviews that you need to dress well for the mountain. And scared by terrible leeches crawling under his pants. Moreover, rain is very likely. So on the eve of the trip I had to buy myself new sports pants. Waterproof.

Dress like the North Pole. I mean, in the same clothes they came in. Pants, sweaters and jackets. And we don't wear hats.

Went outside. Fresh, but not so much. The man seated us, pushed his device off the slide, started us from the pusher and ran towards the stars. And this is not a turnover of speech. We were insanely lucky. The sky was perfectly clear, strewn with myriads of stars. I have never seen so many stars before, even on a wild beach in the Crimea.

We raced up the serpentine in complete darkness, if the word "raced" can be applied to tuk-tuk. To the right of the trees and tufts of thick, almost me, bamboo, the outlines of the lake could be guessed. Looking at the phone screen, Vadik said: "Zaya, we are swimming! ». Maps was completely fooled and showed that we were in the middle of a lake. The driver took off his hat, then put it on again. From his open ears, I determined that this was not our master at all, but some other man.

Arrived in the village. At the beginning of the season, on December 1, the way to the mountain is illuminated by lanterns. But not now.

At home, I found a flooded flashlight that worked on the same batteries as the camera. Well, from those who died. I bought 4 batteries. But I didn't know how good they were. Maybe they will be enough for 5 minutes. We need to save!

There was some liquid lighting in the village. After disembarking us, the driver remained waiting, and we saw a group of people with flashlights, followed them.

She gave Vadik a flashlight. He twists it and asks, “Did you take a flashlight with an incandescent light bulb? "As it was, so it took. Does it work? He worked, but the light came out of Gulkin's nose. The people went all the way with LEDs, which decorated their foreheads and other parts of the body. Wedged between the two groups, we walked quite comfortably, not including our own, antediluvian.


The road was made of concrete steps. Sometimes there were forks, and the people, in confusion, stopped. Some went to the right, others to the left. All the same then merged into a single stream.

One day we wandered into the temple, where the rope dealers were already waiting for us. Realizing their mistake, everyone, including us, quickly reversed and turned the other way.

It was hot in the jackets. They took it off and stuffed it into a backpack. After a while, sweaters followed them. We stayed in T-shirts. Pants would still take off!

The ascent became steeper, the steps higher, the back wetter. Sometimes there was a fresh breeze, and it became uncomfortable. Jackets had to be put on. Mine was two-sided, and I wore it, one way or another, to dry. Against the dark sky, the outlines of an even darker mountain were visible. Two Russian girls, accompanied by a guide, said they were close. So the guide said. I tell them how close it is! Look - there's still room to crawl. And everyone crawled stubbornly.

When we got there, the top was already full. But we managed to take trump cards at the stairs.

They pulled back all the clothes, ate chocolate and pieces of coconut. Everyone settled down in anticipation. Below, however, the latecomers were still pulling up. And this is the off-season! They say in the season, do not approach the top at all. You need to leave in advance to take a seat.

Trampling on the spot, everyone waited for dawn. Giant Venus hung over the horizon.

Dawn is always magic. Especially in the mountains. Need to see. It is useless to describe.

When the sun came off the horizon, it became useless to take pictures. And I ran to the other side of the peak. The spectacle here was simply mesmerizing. The tops of the mountains protruded from the fog.

And then I saw what I took to be another mountain.

But from the conversations I realized that this is not a mountain, but a shadow of the mountain!

The shadow of Adam's Peak on which we are. I have never seen such a miracle! Only for this it was worth going!


Despite a sleepless night, energy from us was key. Go back. It was scorching hot, and we undressed again. It was quite possible to rise in shorts and T-shirts. Some did, but they were already approaching dawn and not waiting in the wind. They took a picture and ran back. And I have a question, where did people find leeches on the concrete steps?

And the views around - download!

When we walked up in complete darkness, I had no idea how beautiful it was! Lots of waterfalls.

At first I took them for white breeds. But when I got closer, I was convinced that it was water. Where does it come from on the tops?

Apparently, the area is so saturated with moisture that it pushes it through cracks in the rock.

Satisfied, like elephants, they walked through the village.

Every twenty meters we came across guys wearing the same shorts and T-shirts. And everyone said hello. We used to think that they were some kind of volunteers showing the way to tourists. But then they saw that they were carrying bags of cement and sand. And, everyone on the site. Very clever. Relay type. Everyone drags strictly on their site. While walking back, resting. And dressed completely, not like our loaders. With the help of this cement, the steps to the Peak were repaired with sand. Well done! And this despite the fact that the entrance to the mountain is absolutely free.

Tuk-tuk was in place. We sat down. Vodila tried to push him, but he couldn't. Involved another man in this case. The result is the same. AND! Semyon Semenych!

Hitting himself on the forehead, the dude took a cobblestone out from under the wheel. Then it went. Tuk-tuk, rolling, wound up. Overtaking the rest of the pedestrian comrades on the climb, we famously rushed down. Remember "Sportloto-82". There the Georgians drove the people on a motorcycle with a wheelchair. That's about the same.

And around the same beauty! The lake is just gorgeous! I tried to take pictures on the go, but, of course, little came of it.

The driver stopped only once at the observation deck.


Arrived, got out. Tuk-tuker began to ask for money. I said I would give the gesture to the host. And he is not at home! The wife began to call. The husband passed through her to pay the remaining 3.500 drivers. The poor man was so nervous while I took the money out of my wallet. Thought we'd run away?

Yes! Build a house, buy furniture and plumbing, bedding and towels.

Feed the guests twice. And that's all for 3000 per night. On the other hand, buy a killed tuk-tuk, drive tourists an hour there, an hour ago - and it's as much as 3500. Somehow I do not fit in my head. In my opinion, the costs are completely incomparable.

Before going to breakfast, we decided to swim in the waterfall, taking advantage of the lack of locals. The water was not very cold. But I will not say that it is crystal clear. Has a yellowish tinge.

Have breakfast. I would have liked to sleep, but there was not much time. The owner was absent. We will have to get to Hatton on our own, although we were promised to return to the station. Or I misunderstood again. The hostess said that the tuk-tuk to the station costs 300 rupees. She began to call the driver, but in vain. Then she took us to the road, where we successfully boarded the bus. By the way, while we were walking the day before, we saw a direct bus Hutton-Delhuzi. If we hadn't behaved yesterday, maybe everything would have been a little different.

And he had such a brutal face that everyone immediately bought it. Or maybe he told them that he would turn off the gas to those who would not take it?

There was nowhere to sit in the car. The people settled down freely, one for two seats. The young Germans reluctantly condensed, and we sat down. Backpacks, again, had nowhere to put - the shelves above us were occupied by suitcases with Qatari business class tags. Who is so cool here? It turned out to be a German dad sitting in the next car. He came to see the "kids". Barefoot. Then he sat down on the floor in the open opening of the car door. Well, complete immersion in the environment!


Since we got the very first places, there was only a wall with folding tables in front of us. We put our backpacks next to her. We sit, play cards. Suddenly I see a cockroach on the wall. I'm trying to crush him with my foot in a sandal. But the sole is not solid, and this reptile managed to somehow escape, apparently, seeping into the furrows.

Only cockroaches in my backpack were not enough. I did not smile at bringing home overseas guests. There are enough of their own houses. Except for strengthening of breed. They began to pack things on the shelves and stuff their backpacks.

In Kandy, the Germans came out, taking their things from our shelves. They were replaced by traffic policemen who checked our tickets.

Last year, if you remember, the train broke down, so we were very late and Kandy was already driving in complete darkness. It was still light now and we could look at it. Well, Candy! Nothing special.

Sri Lanka's railways are indescribable. We went in the opposite direction. Let's cut the circles now! The bus would, of course, be faster. But there is no toilet on the bus. Not so straightforward and necessary in the absence of beer, but the potential inability to relieve the need somehow psychologically depressing. By the way, this time the train was newer than last year.

The toilet is more civil. And absolutely not smelly. That's how it can be?

After leaving Kandy, the train sped away at breakneck speed. Prior to that, he crawled no more than 20 km / h. The car began to telepath from side to side no worse than the train Mariupol-Lviv. Not having the opportunity to use the toilet before Kandy, now I did not take the risk. With such a swing, you can easily fly off the push or wet, for example, feet. I will suffer.

It's getting dark. But the police remained to go, so, unlike last time, it was not scary to go.

We arrived in Colombo around seven in the evening. When we got to the bus stop, we immediately saw the one going to the airport. But not commercial, and not even the big blue one with the Conder we drove from the airport last year. It was an ordinary bus.


Finally, come. The conductor left us as much as 150 rupees! We giggled and left. Only here's the problem! He dropped us off, like everyone else, quite far from the airport, and we had another 10 minutes to drag with backpacks. The tuk-tuker, however, offered its services for 100 rupees, but I thought that we had fulfilled our norm in tuk-tuks. This is the most expensive item on the trip, and a cafe. Booze is also not cheap - but it's sacred!

Admission to the airport was completely free. Let them go with excessive vigilance! We still had at least three hours to wait. There were still 2.500 rupees with trifles. In the waiting room there is a supermarket of the same chain where we wandered on the coast. Unfortunately, there is no liquor and vodka department there. Went to see where you can spend the remaining rupees. But first she weighed her backpacks. The transit rate for eurarabia is 10 kg. Vadkin's backpack weighed as much as 11.5. Mine - 6. If you take out your winter clothes, you will lose 2. What would you buy? Tea?

The range is no better than it was in the eponymous store of Fort Halle. And the prices are even more awkward. But they took rupees. But I did not like anything that cost up to 2.500. You could also buy a small bottle of Grantis, for example. But I didn't buy it. I really wanted to eat. Not even to eat, perhaps, but to eat. Otherwise I would have restrained myself. She suggested to Vadik that these unfortunate rupees be stupidly asked for. He didn't mind. I really wanted soup. Went to a cafe - they had no soup, although it was on the menu. Ah, yes! What a soup at 3 o'clock at night. There was only fast food. And I made the most ridiculous purchase of my life. Give 2.500, which is the equivalent of 15 bucks, for a set of burgers with chicken, french fries and cola - it's over! Yes, and one dollar had to pay extra. I don't know what happened to me. The same eclipse as Hutton. What pushes us to do stupid things? Yes, I had better buy tea!

Well, that's all, actually.

Further it is not interesting.

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ступени на гору
ворота, за которыми начинается подъем.
дикие пчелы
Хаттон
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пейзажи в пути от Хаттона до Канди
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