We had walked and climbed and scrambled and sweat rivers, but showered and fed, we were ready for more walk-about. The quiet lane in front of our guesthouse beckoned and the afternoon clouds cooled the day.
Sometimes a simple walk is the greatest way to travel. We ambled past homes on the single lane road. Concrete yielded to paving stones and then to packed earth as green space between houses increased.
We greeted all that we met, people, dogs and cows. The dogs mostly ignored us, the cows lumbered aside and the people grinned and Hallooed us at each yard.
We left the houses behind and walked the lane through open fields. At a crossroads a tank came into view, one of the ancient reservoirs still in use today.
Looming on the horizon behind the tank was Sigiriya Rock. The surface of the tank was matted with lotus and other aquatic flora. Every other plant clump sported a small heron, Asian diver, or small wading bird. Snow White egrets glowed in the gloaming and smaller songbirds and kingfishers darted in amongst the brush.
All was peace. Darkness was coming on and it comes quick here in the tropics. We retraced our steps, Hallooed the same kids and stopped at the guesthouse before heading off to dinner.
Tomorrow, exploring by Trusty Rusty
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