We take a scenic route to reach the Nuwara Eliya – Welimada Road, passing colonial-era tea gardens, eucalyptus trees where mist journeys like an old mystic character from Russian children’s fantasies, and pink daisies dance to the chilly mountain breeze.
His memories take him to his childhood where he and his family would walk through the tree-clad paths after the monsoon showers, where wild, edible mushrooms popped up on old, dilapidated tree trunks.
There are many ways to experience Sri Lanka, but to know her real side – the warmth of strangers, the nose-tingling aroma of a seasoned chicken curry, and the mythical beauty of paddy-fields where fireflies dance in a moonless night – one has to dive deep into her community.
On the way, Sheeba’s mum joins her little four-legged rascal. Sheeba is a tiny munchkin, the resident doggo at Yala Yin Yang. And as expected from pooches his age, the longest time Sheeba stands still at one place limits to barely one minute.