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Dr. R. L. Spittel - Hail Lanka!

Hail Lanka! Let others belaud the ways of the West, Or homeland or township, wherever it be, However mighty, however blest - Lanka, my ...

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Adisham and Strawberries...



A visit to the beautiful and quaint bungalow at Adisham ... 

.... a walk among charming statutes in the garden ...  

 ... strawberries....
 ... and delectable jam...
This was in April.

Adisham is a beautiful little monastry run by the Catholic monks. They make jam, sauces, and a variety of other foods from fruits like strawberries, guava, mango and woodapples grown in the monastry garden.

Set beneath mist-rolling mountains, Adisham is a definite must, when you visit Sri Lanka.

Monday, July 4, 2011

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Thursday, June 23, 2011

At Paasikuda beach


We visited Paasikuda last April.
It is one of the prettiest and most calm beaches in Sri Lanka. The waters are not too deep nor too rough....
 
Paasikuda means Green-Algae-Bay. It is a coastal resort which is situated 35 kilometers North West of Batticaloa. We found a really nice and cost effective place to stay the night. Let me know if you want any details...
 
The food was marvellous with delectable flavours that only home cooking can bring you... I will post more photos soon..
 

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Dr. R. L. Spittel - Hail Lanka!



Hail Lanka!

Let others belaud the ways of the West,
Or homeland or township, wherever it be,
However mighty, however blest -
Lanka, my Island, you are all to me.
When homeward I keel from travels afar,
And your mountains arise like wraiths from the sea,
By rose of the dawn or beam of the star:
Oh, Island mine, you are heaven to me.
And from the Peak and the table-land
That brave the blue dome's immensity,
From tree-girt shore and glittering sand,
The emerald Island calls to me.
Ancestral strains on her breezes blown
Steal out of her solitudes eerily:
The tales that are shrined in legend and stone
Are the songs the old Island sings to me.
But oh for the trails that the wild men tread,
For the hills that are haunts of the hiving bee,
For the twittering bill and the branching head:
Oh Island, wild Island, you are home to me.

By Dr. R. L. Spittel


Sunday, June 12, 2011

One beautiful moment in Sri Lanka......





" To me the beauty of Ceylon lies not so much in its blue seas and golden beaches, its jungles and its mountain peaks, as in its ancient atmosphere.



There is no nation, from Egypt of the Pharaohs to modern Britian, in whose literature this island has not at some time been mentioned by one or other of its many names -- Lanka, Serendib, Taprobane, Cellao, Zellan, to recall a few. History lies buried in its sands, and ghosts of romance lurk among its bastioned rocks, for Lanka is very, very old. "

- D. J. G. Hennessy, GREEN AISLES, 1949