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Elephant, Russian, and Stoner Spotting in Sri Lanka’s Yala National Park
By Brian Spencer
A short, wiry, dark-skinned man dressed in a Sri Lankan sari asks us to take a seat on one of the long padded benches lining the bed of a hulking off-road vehicle. We’re soon rambling down the bumpy, mostly deserted streets of Tissamaharama, the sun rising from behind a serene manmade lake just outside the city center, flocks of egrets perched in the tree tops on a small island just off the lake’s shore. The brilliant pinkish-purple sky and early morning sunlight cast an iridescent glow on the city’s impressive bleach-white dagoba.
Hunting for Leopards
The part of Yala our guide, Nimal, drives us through isn’t nearly as dense with leafy, jungle vegetation as I had expected it to be, which isn’t to say this sometimes sparsely forested landscape was any less scenic. As we bounced down these dusty, red-dirt roads and over small rocks and boulders, our eyes constantly scanning the brush for signs of life, Nimal made periodic stops to point out some of his favorite spots in the park, talking about how beautiful they are with obvious and endearing sincerity. Still ponds covered in lotus flowers. A rock formation shaped like an elephant. Gulls skimming the surface of shallow swamps, searching for fish. Whenever he cut the rumbling engine, we found ourselves engulfed in a blanketing buzz of screeching cicadas, chirping crickets, and singing birds.
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By Brian Spencer
A short, wiry, dark-skinned man dressed in a Sri Lankan sari asks us to take a seat on one of the long padded benches lining the bed of a hulking off-road vehicle. We’re soon rambling down the bumpy, mostly deserted streets of Tissamaharama, the sun rising from behind a serene manmade lake just outside the city center, flocks of egrets perched in the tree tops on a small island just off the lake’s shore. The brilliant pinkish-purple sky and early morning sunlight cast an iridescent glow on the city’s impressive bleach-white dagoba.
Hunting for Leopards
The part of Yala our guide, Nimal, drives us through isn’t nearly as dense with leafy, jungle vegetation as I had expected it to be, which isn’t to say this sometimes sparsely forested landscape was any less scenic. As we bounced down these dusty, red-dirt roads and over small rocks and boulders, our eyes constantly scanning the brush for signs of life, Nimal made periodic stops to point out some of his favorite spots in the park, talking about how beautiful they are with obvious and endearing sincerity. Still ponds covered in lotus flowers. A rock formation shaped like an elephant. Gulls skimming the surface of shallow swamps, searching for fish. Whenever he cut the rumbling engine, we found ourselves engulfed in a blanketing buzz of screeching cicadas, chirping crickets, and singing birds.
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