Saturday, October 4, 2008

Some great music...

...I've been listening to, over and over again, ever since I discovered it on YouTube.

Jolene - Dolly Parton


Let's Call The Whole Thing Off - Louis Armstrong & Ella Fitzgerald

Man Smart, Woman Smarter - Grateful Dead

Friday, September 5, 2008

Rock On and The Lives Of Others

Given the paucity of coherently written scripts in Bollywood, I thought the script of Rock On rocked. The characters of Aditya and Joe were very well developed, and I was willing to forgive the compromises the script would have taken to get it made as a mainstream Bollywood movie - like its unauthenticity as far as the rock scene in Bombay is concerned, and the complete absence of sex and drugs as part of the lifestyle, which films from the West wouldn't shy away from. I was even willing to forgive it for its glaring weaknesses - the undeveloped characters of Rob and KD. Especially Rob's. The two dramatic moments that the script offers him are completely unconvincing. I also thought the script copped out when they show him dying of a brain tumour. Clearly, AIDS is still taboo in mainstream Bollywood.

Anyway, I thought the script still rocked. Until the next day, I saw The Lives Of Others. Suddenly, my benchmark shifted. The script sketches the character of the Stasi agent so strongly, it makes the two lead characters in Rock On look pretty tame.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Snippets from a love story

It was her birthday. And our second date.

After an evening of drinking, eating, talking, we were walking to Marine Drive to sit and talk some more.

She was telling me, if I remember right, how her aunt wanted her to be more like this, more like that.

I told her, you are fine the way you are.

Ah, you like me, she squealed. And punched me on the arm. A devious smile was on her face.

I continued walking, my hands in my pockets. Hell, I admitted to myself for the first time, I think I do.

***

On our first date, she proposed marriage four times.

Each time, she casually slipped it in, in the middle of a conversation, catching me out unawares.

She would laugh at the momentary jolt I got, before I would get the joke.

Then, on the third date, we spent 17 hours together.

In those 17 hours, she revealed, for the first time, a side to her that she had buried under all her jokes. I suddenly knew, I just knew.

I decided the next time she proposed, I would accept.

She sensed it. I am scared, she told me, you don't react any more when I talk of marriage.

I would have blurted it out then, but I had a feeling it would be taken for another joke.

But later that evening, I casually slipped it in, in the middle of an SMS conversation.

***

Her answer was No.

She didn't give any reasons, and I didn't ask for any.

Well, that was that, I thought to myself.

Later, she called. She said she liked being with me, enjoyed my company. But her answer was still No.

Back home, Vinoo asked me how the trip with her went.

Life, I told him, is getting complicated.

Vinoo hummed about in the kitchen, fixing a cup of tea for himself. He smiled. What terms people have for falling in love, he said, life is getting complicated!

Friday, July 18, 2008

Teach India

I didn't pay much attention to the long copy ads that made up the Teach India print campaign. The hoadings however caught my attention. You can't miss them. They are all over the city. Proudly reinforcing stereotypes. The rich are fair. The poor are dark. The educated are fair. The illiterate, dark. The successful are fair. The wretched, dark. It is just too blatant.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Code Inconnu/Michael Haneke (2000)

Each shot is a like a fragment of a jigsaw puzzle. You piece it together in your mind. The pieces don't dovetail into each other though. They just touch tangentially at points. And not all the pieces are there. But you can still see the complete picture unfold in front of you. A satisfying film on all counts.

Monday, June 30, 2008

On A Tightrope

As I watched fellow students talk about each other to the camera at a school for tightrope walkers somewhere in China, I had a vague feeling I had watched something similar before. Then, as the coach started berating his students and another teacher, it suddenly hit me where I had seen it all before. On every bloody reality show on Indian TV. And every bit as tedious.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

Mithya

Somewhere near the end of Mithya, after you have sat through all the tedious buffoonery, you suddenly realise what a film it could have been. There is so much potential and power in the idea of a man ending up living and believing in the part he is playing. Instead, Rajat Kapoor tries to make it comic, to make it more audience-friendly and producer-friendly, I guess. The result is a film that is neither art nor commerce.

Jodha-Akbar

Given that Hollywood is influencing Bollywood in a big way these days, I was expecting to see a more contemporary version of the costume dramas of Sohrab Modi and K Asif - something more like Troy or Gladiator. Instead, Jodha-Akbar is pretty much stuck in the old theatrical style of the days gone by. If it was meant to be a homage, it just doesn't work. The war sequence in the beginning was pretty awful, and the film only began to regain my interest at the Sufi song midway through the first half. I thought that was quite stylishly shot and choreographed. The film picks up from there till the interval, largely because of Hritik who lifts the film with a compelling performance. It raises your expectations for what is to follow after the interval. Sadly, the film doesn't deliver on them and reverts back to being a shoddy imitation of 19th century Parsi theatre.

Persepolis

What impressed me most about Persepolis was that the simple animation style did not lighten the blow, it did not lessen the impact of the brutality of Islamic Iranian society. Two moments, in stark black animation, that I particularly remember are a pitch black tank in the foreground filling up the screen and another when thick black blood flows out of the body of a prostesting thick black figure.

Persepolis is also an inspirational film. The characters - whether it is Marjane herself, or her feisty grandmother, or her many relations in the Communist Party, or even her mother - are all about being true to your own self and doing things on your terms, against all odds. Something to feel nice about, as one soldiers on in life trying to do the same thing.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Aamir

I really really wanted to like Aamir. Not since Satya have I seen a film that captures the underbelly of Mumbai so grippingly. So much so, I was willing to suspend my disbelief and accept that a couple of bikers could toss a cellphone to an unsuspecting stranger and lead him on to a treasure hunt where the treasure is his kidnapped family. I was also willing to forgive the overuse of the shift focus, the overuse of music. What I couldn't forgive, however, was the end. Finally, all the realistic treatment cannot salvage what is an unbelievable storyline.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Two photo exhibitions

As you spiral up the split level exhibition spaces at the NGMA looking at the Raghu Rai retrospective currently on there, you do not give much thought to the space itself as you do the individual pieces on display. It is only when you reach the top that you realise the elegance of the building design. The dome at the NGMA has to be one of the most impressive exhibition spaces we have in the city. And fittingly, it showcases some of Raghu Rai's best work in the entire retrospective. Some of the early work on the lower level is also very memorable, but the work displayed at the levels in the middle were, to me, middling at best. Especially the colour photographs which are not half as haunting as the B&Ws.

The Raghu Rai retrospective is on for another month, but unfortunately the Martine Franck exhibit at Art Musings in Colaba ends today. I liked her work even more than Raghu Rai's. She has a wonderful eye, both for moments and compositions. Martine Franck, incidentally, happens to be Henri Cartier-Bresson's wife.

For those who won't be able to make it in time to the exhibition by 4 pm today, here's a selection of some of my favourites from the work on display.


Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Clicked with the mobile


Somewhere near Alleppey, Kerala

The pool at the edge of the world


Wildernest resort, Goa

Two houses in Wayanad, Kerala


You can drive up to the first floor of this one. Or better still, just hop across to the terrace from the road.


And this one comes with its own pet rock.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Things Fall Apart/Chinua Achebe

I have a fascination for Africa and I thought I'd share with you one of my favourite books on Africa.

Things Fall Apart tells the story of a pre-colonial Africa. Of a time when the white man was yet to set foot on the dark continent and change it irreparably for ever. It talks of the tribal traditions, superstitions, culture and way of life. And it tells it like a traditional tribal storyteller. It is as if you are seated around a bonfire at night, sitting rapt and enthralled, as the ancient teller of tales recounts the history of the tribe.

There are a few lines I can never forget. A tribal woman sings her child to sleep with a traditional Ibo song:
"For whom is it good? For whom is it good?
There is nobody for whom it is good."

Chinua Achebe provides a very African view of Africa. For a South Asian view of Africa, I recommend VS Naipaul's A Bend In The River and In A Free State. And for a warm-hearted look at a continent ravaged by AIDS and civil wars, read the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency series by Alexander McCall Smith.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

84, Charing Cross Road/Helene Hanff

This is the story of an online relationship long before the days of the Internet. In post-war America, Helene Hanff, a struggling writer, writes a letter to a bookstore in London. And thus begins an exchange of letters that endures for over 30 years. This is one of the most warm-hearted books I've ever read, and it brings a smile to my face every time I read it.

Also recommended is the sequel, in a way, to this book - The Duchess of Bloomsbury Street, Helene Hanff's journal of her long-awaited trip to London after the publication of 84, Charing Cross Road.

Mixed Marriage and other Parsi stories/Meher Pestonji

Are we Parsis really as great as we think we are? Meher Pestonji's answer is a vehement no. In this collection of atypical Parsi stories, she exposes our collective dark side, picking up one taboo subject after another. In many ways, this is an angry book, an extreme book, and your first reaction may be we are not this way at all. But then, we're nothing like the hagiographies we like to write and read about ourselves too. So I suggest you read both extremes and get a sense of balance of who we really are.

Histories for the Subjugated/David Hardiman

As a community, we Parsis have always regarded our history in India as a glorious one, full of pride and achievement and very little else. But there are other aspects to our history as well, unsavoury aspects that we choose not to see because it doesn't fit into the self-preceptions of who we are.

Histories for the Subjugated gives us a subaltern view of history - history from the point of view of the opressed, not the oppressors. In our case, they are the adivasis of Gujarat who got subjugated to Parsi liquor dealers and landlords in South Gujarat.

The Parsi as the evil Thakur who usurps peasant lands and has his way with their women won't go down well with those of us who believe that we can do no wrong, but the fact is that despite good thoughts, good words and good deeds, we are no more human than anyone else. And alternate readings of history provide a much-needed balance to our perceptions of who we are.

An introduction to experimental films: Bare/Santana Issar

Perhaps, the most exasperating films to watch are experimental films. That's because many experimental filmmakers experiment for the sake of the experiment itself. Audiences however are used to watching films for a story to unfold, and are unable to figure out what story the filmmaker wants to tell. To appreciate such films, we have to make a dramatic mental shift and start seeing films not for the story but for the film itself.

This is not easy at all. Therefore, to introduce you to experimental films, I'm showing you a film that experiments with the way it tells a story, a very personal story, using the most personal of material available to the filmmaker. Describing it further will only kill the experience of watching the film, so just go ahead and watch it here.

http://video.tiscali.it/categorie/Cortometraggi/Filmvideo/1124.html

An introduction to documentary films: Nanook of the North/Robert Flaherty

If you are brought up in India, chances are, you consider a documentary film to be a dull, boring film that has long-winded soporific commentary and an overdose of information. It's unfortunate that the only documentary films we have been exposed to are the really bad ones, propaganda films in disguise. And those, sadly, have formed a lasting impression of documentary films as a genre in our minds.

To change that impression, I would like to show you one of the first documentary films ever made. Nanook of the North gives us a glimpse into the lives of the Eskimos (Itivimuits for the politically correct) in Canada's Hudson Bay at the turn of the 20th century. I don't want to say much about it, except that it's everything you think a documentary isn't: entertaining, funny, dramatic. Most memorable for me is the scene when Nanook goes hunting for seals.

Watch Nanook of the North here.
http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_cc00XMTM3MTc5MDg=.html

An introduction to Iranian cinema: Children of Heaven/Majid Majidi

If you are tired with the formulaic fare of both Hollywood and Bollywood, a good alternative is Iranian cinema. Subtitled DVDs of Iranian films are available across the globe, and the masters of Iranian cinema - Abbas Kiarostami and Mohsen Makhmalbaf - are among the all-time greats of world cinema. Their styles are very different from each other. Kiarostami is spare and austere, even downright minimalist in his later films, and Makhmalbaf uses melodrama in very unmelodramatic fashion. If you haven't watched foreign films too often though, it could take some time to acquire a taste for them. A good way to begin watching their films is through the films of Majid Majidi.

Children of Heaven is a simple story of an Iranian schoolboy who loses his shoes, and has to share a pair with his sister. It leads to a lot of problems in school, and the only way out is to come second place in a race, the prize for which, you guessed it right, is a pair of shoes.

You can watch it on the net at
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=2085360636693346701

It's not my favourite Majidi film. I personally find the film a little manipulative in extorting emotions from you, but it's a good introduction to Majidi's other films that I really like, Colours of Paradise and Baran (Rain). But the reason I talk about it here is that I think it is one film that will hook you on to Iranian films, and make you want to see more.

Another early film: The Conjurer/George Melies, 1899

When we were shown this film in film school, we found it hard to believe that such a film was made in 1899. Melies was a magician before he got interested in films, and here he performs magic with film.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYa4gBBFaqY

The world's first films: Lumiere Brothers, 1895

I didn't know that the world's first films made by the Lumiere brothers still existed until I saw them at film school. Watching a part of history was quite a moment for me and I thought I'd share it with you here. Watch the films screened on that memorable day, 28th December 1895 here.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZIfZ0yJPX8

Silent comedy: Buster Keaton

The world world seems to know Charlie Chaplin, but not that many people have heard of Buster Keaton, another legendary comedian from the same era. But among those who know him, Buster Keaton enjoys cult status, as he traverses from adventure to adventure with the same deadpan expression on his face. Two of my favourite Keaton films are Sherlock Jr and Seven Chances. The chase sequence at the end of Seven Chances is just too hilarious. The women of the entire town run after him to get married to him. I couldn't find it anywhere though to show you all, but no matter, here is Sherlock Jr. Watch and laugh.

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8074699069179823154

Salata Baladi (Maison Salade)

When she sees her little nephew listening intently to the mullahs dividing the world into Islam and its enemies over the loudspeakers one Id, Egyptian filmmaker Nadia Kemal decides to introduce him to the multicultural origins of her family. The result is her documentary film Salata Baladi (a Parsi approximation of the title would be Akoori ☺).

A beautiful portrait of a family develops, as we slowly get to know the characters – the nephew who’s far more intelligent than his years, his grandmother who reveals a depth far beyond a cuddly old woman, her husband who’s insignificant through most of the film, but shows a most unexpected side of him when it really matters, and an extended network of family and friends spread across countries, cultures and languages.

The film is long but absorbing, and unfortunately, not yet available on DVD. The best place to catch it is at a documentary film festival. Meanwhile, here’s a trailer you can watch.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAFJU2pkKTU

Colombo - The Seaspray at The Galle Face Hotel

Right where the Galle Face promenade ends in Colombo, The Seaspray begins. The Seaspray sits at the edge of the sea, just above the rocks into which the Arabian Sea crashes with unfailing regularity. The first thing to do at Seaspray is to pull your table right to the edge of the parapet; don't listen to the protests of the waiters. Then order your favourite poison, face the sea, listen to the waves crashing below you and feel the sea spraying into your face. If you are lucky, the other guests will be in a similar mood, and will not be chattering away too much to disturb what is a superb ambience. This is one place where the food and drink don't really matter; in fact, I don't remember what I've eaten there. There are other beachfront places in Colombo where the seafood is great, at Beach Wadiya and the Mount Lavinia Hotel, but they just don't have the magic of The Seaspray.

In the few months I lived in Colombo, The Seaspray was one of my favourite watering holes. The others were the Inn on the Green, also at The Galle Face Hotel, with an incredible variety of beers and where Newcastle Brown Ale became my favourite tipple; The Mix, the sports bar at the Taj Samudra which played some wonderful 80's and 90's music; and the Bambalapitiya Bar, a seedy rundown place where the liquor was cheap, but still somehow had a charm of its own since it looked like an old Parsi house, it even had a few chairs that looked like they belonged to one.

The ECR to Pondicherry

The East Coast Road from Madras to Pondicherry is perhaps the most picturesque highway in India. It skirts the sea for the major part, and the sea is a deep green, unlike the murky waters around Bombay. I first went to Pondicherry on a business trip. And it was truly mixing business with pleasure. The client wanted to give us a taste of Pondicherry, so he put us up at the Ashram Guest House. It's part of the Aurobindo Ashram, and isn't really a hotel, but more of a meditation retreat. So it comes with strict house rules. The doors shut at 10 and you better be back in your rooms by that time. There's no TV, no phone, no AC, in the rooms, but the rooms are very comfortable, and the sea crashing on the rocks outside the balcony provides some wonderful music. And oh, the cafe only serves healthy satvik food. Forget the French repast here.

The second night he took us to his beach house on the outskirts of Pondicherry. Built on the sands, mainly with wood, operating on solar power. We had to leave the car we came in at the gate, and hop into a Land Cruiser to traverse the final few hundred metres or so from the gate to the house. Indian SUVs, like the Safari we came in, we were told, can't drive over the sands. It was an idyllic retreat, but I fear the tsunami would have ravaged it completely.

The next morning, he and his wife rustled up a wonderful meal for us, couscous and hummus and whatnot. In return, we created an excellent advertising campaign for him. I hope it brought in customers to his satisfaction.

Whistle-stopping through South Kerala

The earlier post brought back memories of another whistle-stop tour to Kerala I made many years back. I was in Bangalore then, and always wanted to make a trip to Kerala, but it was getting difficult to coordinate a holiday with a whole bunch of interested friends. A friend was getting engaged in Trivandrum, and two of us decided to travel with him, for a short weekend trip. We took a bus from Bangalore on a Thursday afternoon to Quilon, the buses to Trivandrum were all booked. At Quilon, we got into a train for the hour's journey to Trivandrum.

There wasn't much to do in Trivandrum, so I suggested a trip to Kanyakumari. There's nothing much in Kanyakumari other than a rock, my friend told me, and instead we spent the evening at the Kovalam beach. Beautiful waters, but a bit too touristy for my liking. The next morning, we drove down to Periyar wildlife sanctuary at Thekkady. Took a boat safari and went up the river looking for elephants. The next morning, we signed up for a walk into the forest to take a closer look at the magnificent beasts, braving leeches, leopards and other wildlife, along with a forest guide. We did see the elephants close range in the wild, quite an experience. Luckily, they didn't charge at us :)

After that, it was another long drive to Cochin, where we took a boat ride in the harbour, and got into a bus back to Bangalore. Our friend went back to Trivandrum for his engagement.

Whistle-stopping through North Kerala

A few weeks back, I went on a week-long budget holiday to the north of Kerala – the three northernmost districts of Kasargod, Kannur and Wayanad. Admittedly, the north is not as pretty as its southern cousin, but it still has its own charms.

One of them is Theyyam, the reason I was here in the first place. It’s difficult to describe what Theyyam is. You could say it’s a dance form, similar to Kathakali, but it is also something much more. It shares with Kathakali the elaborate face-painting, the colourful costumes, the ornate headgear, but that’s where the similarity ends. While Kathakali acts out stories about the gods, the performers who don the Theyyam become gods themselves.

Steeped in religion and superstition, Theyyam is certainly not for the queasy. Walking on hot coals, possession by spirits, animal sacrifice – it’s all part of a Theyyam performance.

Theyyam performances take place all over north Kerala from November to April. They are a visual spectacle, red being the predominant colour from the painted faces to the costumes to the headgear. And people throng to get blessed by the gods. The devotion and humility with which people listen to the performers parroting blessings in exchange for money was something which really amazed me.

The north of Kerala has quite a substantial Muslim population. We took a ferry through the backwaters of Valiyaparamba, and at every stop a few women in burkha would climb aboard. When we reached the last stop, a long line of women all dressed in black trooped out of the boat. It was like watching an Afghani film or Mani Rathnam’s Bombay right in front of my eyes.

We also made a 3-day whistle-stop tour through Wayanad. Wayanad is forest country. And the road from Kannur to Manantawadi passes through some very dense forest. There were parts when I couldn’t see the sun through the trees. The attractions of Wayanad are the inhabitants of the forests – both tribal and animal. We didn’t really have the time though to venture deep into the forest where the tribal settlements are, and with the animals too, our luck was no better. The jeep ahead of us spotted a tiger, the one after us spotted a leopard. We, on the other hand, had to make do with elephants and spotted deer.

A must-visit in Wayanad is the Edakkal caves. Clambering over the rocks is a physical and mental challenge, and quite a thrill. And the pre-historic cave paintings simply awesome.

Into the forests of North Karntaka

It’s 500 km from Mumbai to Belgaum, but it’s a great road to drive on, and the eight hours (including stopovers) go by comfortably. The next 50 km to the Chorla ghat on the border of Karnataka and Goa though are anything but comfortable. The road (if you could say one exists) is extremely bumpy, and you are better off leaving your car behind in Belgaum like we did, and avail the pick-up that the Wildernest resort so willingly provides.

The 50 odd kilometers to Wildernest are the most trying. It takes two and a half hours, the bumps jar your body, it feels like the road will never end, and your patience gets severely tested. But the destination is worth the journey.

The Wildernest resort is exactly what its name suggests – a nest in the midst of wilderness. You trek down from the reception down to your rooms. And what rooms! Cabins built out of wood right at the edge of the hill. There’s no television, but a widescreen window plays the National Geographic Channel live. The view is spectacular. The state of Goa unfolds itself from the hills to the sea, with the Mandovi river snaking in between. The swimming pool is also perched on the edge of the hill, and must be one of the most spectacular pools in the world.

The Wildernest is however not for the queasy. You’ll be sharing your room with all sorts of creepie-crawlies – ants, bugs, lizards, perhaps even the odd rat and snake. You might also complain about lack of sleep because of the incessant chirping and chattering of various insects, frogs and birds. And there’s very little to do there besides being at one with nature. If you crave for some comforts of civilization along with your dose of Mother Nature, you might find Dandeli more welcoming.

Dandeli is another 100 km away from Belgaum, and thankfully other than a small stretch of 10 km or so, the road is quite comfortable. Of course, once you’ve been on the road to Wildernest, any road feels comfortable.

The Kali Adventure Camp at first sight is quite a disappointment after the rustic charms of Wildernest. It looks like any other Government undertaking – unimaginative, uninteresting and unromantic. But the staff more than make up for it with their enthusiasm for wildlife. Our guide, Datta, took us on a very exhaustive tour of the teak forests in search of wildlife, foraying deep into the woods. At the end, he was as disappointed as us in not spotting much wildlife.

Other things to do at Dandeli are whitewater rafting down the rapids of the Kali river, and floating down with the current in a coracle in search of crocodiles.

You could also replicate the Wildernest experience in Dandeli at another resort called Hornbill where you can stay in tree-top houses on the edge of the river, and make the river your private swimming pool.

And on the way back to Mumbai, stop over at Kolhapur for two authentic Kolhapuri specialities – the chappals and the food. There’s a street in Shivaji Market that sells nothing but Kolhapuri chappals in various designs and shopaholics will find it hard to resist picking up as many pairs as possible. And dig into really spicy Kolhapuri mutton between large gulps of Bisleri.

Sri Lanka: 'Upcountry'

You would find it hard to imagine that in a tropical island like Sri Lanka, there would be places where the temperature would drop to freezing. I didn’t believe it myself until I went to Nuwara Eliya.

Nuwara Eliya is where all Sri Lankans go to beat the heat. It’s up in the hills, in the heart of the tea country. When we went in March, there was a delicious nip in the air. We could imagine how chilling the winters must be.

The best way to get there is to drive there. The road snakes through tea plantations, and there are plenty of diversions en route if you are in the mood to stop and look. There’s the place where ‘Bridge on the River Kwai’ was shot, and Adam’s Peak. We didn’t have much time though, just 3 days, so we kept driving on instead.

A must-visit when you are in Nuwara Eliya is the Tea Factory Hotel. A terribly bumpy ride takes you there, and it is some way off from the town, but it’s worth all the trouble. Like the name says, it’s an abandoned tea factory that was converted into a hotel. Packing crates form the bar, and most of the machinery is still intact.

Also worth visiting is Horton Plains, a primeval forest, that’s approachable by another scary road. The best time to be there is before dawn, a time unfortunately when all of us were cosily dreaming in bed. You could also visit the Hakgala Botanical Gardens, but the Peradeniya Botanical Gardens near Kandy are better.

Kandy is also in the hill country, but not as cold. It’s the cultural capital of Sri Lanka. I went there in August to witness the Esala Perahera, an annual procession when the tooth relic from the Temple of the Tooth is paraded around the city accompanied by hundreds of elephants, dancers, acrobats and what not. Frankly though, there’s a limit to the number of elephants you can keep watching, it just gets repetitive.

Other cultural sights in Kandy are the Temple of the Tooth itself, and the famed Kandyan dancers. Other sidelights are the Pinewala Elephant Orphanage and the Peradeniya Botanical Gardens, with its exotic double coconut trees whose nuts weigh 20 kg.

If it’s culture though you are looking for, the places to go are further north of Kandy – the cultural triangle of Anuradhapura, Dambulla and Sigiriya. I haven’t been there myself, but the pictures of Sigiriya really make me wish I’d made a trip there. Perhaps another time.

Sri Lanka: 'Down south'

I spent 9 months in Sri Lanka, and found it a difficult place to live and work, but I’d still recommend it as a great place for a short holiday.

My travel tip is to spend the least possible time in Colombo. Once you’ve shopped at Odel, had a typical Sri Lankan lunch at Senkada opposite, had your choice of drinks at the Inn on the Green or the Seaspray at the Galle Face Hotel, and dined over seafood at the Wadiya Beach or the Mount Lavinia Hotel, there’s nothing more left to do in Colombo. Just head out and see the rest of the country.

The north and the east are out of bounds, unfortunately. The options you have are to go ‘down South’ or go ‘upcountry’ as the Sri Lankans put it.

The South is avoidable in the summer months, but any other time of the year, it makes a beautiful road trip. The road runs parallel to the sea, and the views of the ocean are breath-taking.

We just headed out one weekend without a plan, stopping wherever we felt like, whenever we felt like. We had been recommended the lunch buffet at the Blue Water at Wadduwa, so we made a stopover there. Enjoy a swim, dig into the buffet, and when overfull, lie on the deck-chairs under the swaying palms and enjoy a siesta. Then perk up with a cuppa and head out further south.

Further on up is Bentota, but we gave that a miss and drove on to Hikkaduwa. It’s a very touristy town, popular with Germans and Swedes. It’s a bit too commercial, so if it’s not a mini-Goa you are looking to visit with handicraft shops and and seafood restaurants at every step, then you are better off just passing through.

The real beauty of the Sri Lankan south is further ahead at Galle and beyond. The Galle fort is a charming heritage site, where people still live inside the olden houses of the Dutch fort, with pretty much the same furniture. It’s like traveling back to colonial times, and quite a few houses are reminiscent of old Parsi houses in the villages of Gujarat. And, oh, the waters are amazingly crystal clear.

Further south is Unawatuna, which is as far as we went before we made the long drive back to Colombo. A sleepy resort town, with none of the commercial fare of Hikkaduwa. You can see the famed stilt fishermen here, who perch on stilts in the sea hours on end to catch fish.

If you have the time, you can continue to the southern tip to Matara, and move up the south-eastern coast where the beaches are emptier and more peaceful. But I had work the next day, and had to miss out.

In the next post, we go ‘upcountry’ to the tea-gardens of Nuwara Eliya.