We woke early, at 4am to be ready for our National Park encounter. A driver had been arranged the previous day and, only a few moments late, we met him at 5am for our sojourn. My companion napped in the reclining seat while I, fully awake, soaked in our journey. Our driver did not speak a great deal of English – a common circumstance – but enough for a few words of conversation now andthen.
A few hours later, after a pot of tea and a switch to a jeep, our park guide at Uda Walawe climbed aboard and we set off into the majestic preserve. We rambled for hours through a wonderland of flora and fauna, a Sri Lankan safari reminiscent of the universal idea of what Africa is like, even for those who have never been. The landscape was transcendental, with the valley full of streams, watering holes, copses and giant rocks, while beyond the hills and mountains were clear as day.
A family of elephants, including a week-old baby, were among our first and last encounters. In between, our guide pointed out monkeys, water buffalo, hawks, eagles, peacocks (including one in full ‘dance’ mode), iguanas, and countless other birds. At the watering hole, two water buffalo were in a ‘fight’, although that mainly consisted of one stubborn bull chasing another (smart) one who was not interested in throwing down in the slightest. More power to you, brother.
Nearby the buffalo, lying in wait for unobserved calves no doubt, were three or four crocodiles. Swimming, lying prone, sinister, and terrifying – these monsters put to shame the ‘monster from the black lagoon’ we had feared in Tangalle. They swam to and fro, or sunned themselves, jaws agape, on small islands.
On the other end of the lizard spectrum, our guide was so amazing as to spot a chameleon on a branch from our rambling jeep. With his usual ‘tap-tap-tap’ of his ring on the railing, he signalled to our driver to halt- -pointed out the amazing creature – then, ‘tap-tap-tap’ we were off again.
BUT, and it’s a but…our guide knew the names of the animals in English and ‘Sir’ and ‘Madame’ and not much else. It is a privileged complaint to be sure – while English is the lingua franca for all the Germans, French, Chinese, and other tourists (a few brits – but we’re the only North Americans we’ve encountered) – I don’t expect all the Sri Lankans to learn flawless English alongside their Sinhalese and, often, Tamil.
BUT, and it’s a but…I went away not knowing much other than that these animals existed. That is, I went away entertained. But, as a tour guide and trainer of tour guides (all tour guides are interpreters, though not all interpreters are tour guides) I was a bit disappointed. Interpretation is a bit like goldilocks: we talk of Interpretainment – interpretation without a message, and Interpretorture – interpretation with only a message and no sense of wonder – and then proper interpretation is ‘just right.’
This was definitely the former. And what a waste! The national park has – I have read – a ‘halfway house’ for Elephants who are injured. They do a great job preserving natural species in the face of Sri Lanka’s expansion. They have troubles with local farmers knocking down the electric fence surrounding Uda Walawe and letting their cattle graze on the grass. There is a huge plastic-pollution problem in Sri Lanka.
But we heard none of it and we heard no call to action. We were not inspired to donate more than our entrance fee, nor to change how we live or do business in Sri Lanka (preserve water, not waste plastic bottles, etc). We thanked our guide, tipped him, and transferred back to our van for the rest of our trip to the hill-town of Ella.
I do not begrudge our guide, a veteran of ten years at the park who can spot a chameleon in a bush from a speeding jeep. I will always remember the magical experiences with the mountains in the background and the crocodiles gliding in their terrifying way towards the buffalo herd. But I can’t help but feel there could have been more to the experience.
A few days in Ella have been marvelous – with the great food promised (Rotti, a fried-dough sandwich reminiscent of Remedy) and a marvelous host at our guesthouse. He drew a map for us the other day and we followed it to the marvelous Nine-Arch Bridge, then climbed up to the local green tea factory for a tour. After that we strode past the 98 acres hotel (which has a helipad .A Helipad!) and climbed up to the ‘Little Adam’s Peak’ mountain to be treated to stunning vistas.
Unfortunately, in the opposite of serendipity, I stepped on a jagged rock on our last night in Tangalle and my left foot has a gash in the arch. I can sort of manage these hikes, but the awkward limp has made my ankle sore and I am worried for the weekend, when we attempt the top two hikes in Sri Lanka – The World’s End and Sri Pada (or Adam’s Peak).
I guess the only problem with this last hike, besides my sore foot, was the jungle leeches that jumped up from the muddy earth to nestle – some noticed and some unnoticed – in between our toes.
But what’s a blood-soaked sock in the face of Sri Lankan hill country?