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Sigiriya

Sigiriya, or Lion Rock, has been on my travel radar for over three decades.  

Sigiriya from below

Sigiriya from below


In those days, there were no travel magazines littering my desk, nor could I surf the web to take me to exotic destinations over a cuppa.  (How did I manage?)  What I did have, however, was a passion for Duran Duran and in 1982, the band released the video for Save A Prayer.  Watch it here:

It was shot on location in various parts of Sri Lanka, among them Sigiriya, which that same year was designated a UNESCO World Heritage site.  As the camera panned, I remember watching and wondering how they got up there as the rock face looked impossibly steep.

The start of a long climb

The start of a long climb


Sweeping the sand off helped a little with grip on the smooth stone but wouldn't want to do this climb in the rain

Sweeping the sand off helped a little with grip on the smooth stone but wouldn’t want to do this climb in the rain

It is.  And unfortunately for me, so too were the steps leading to the top.  Slippery stone gives way to spiral metal staircases, the gateway to some impressive frescoes of bare-chested maidens.  To my horror, I then had to descend a spiral staircase before climbing again.  That’s fifty steps up and the same back just to reach the same height!

The scariest part - hard to know where to look

The scariest part – hard to know where to look

Spurred on by teenage dreams, and determined not to be put off by internet-induced nightmares, I made the climb this morning.  With several terraces on which to recover my breath, my knees didn’t ache anywhere near as much as I feared.  

That's just rubbing my face in it, Mr Dog

That’s just rubbing my face in it, Mr Dog

But despite an early start, I was sweating profusely as the temperatures flung themselves ever higher and the humidity permeated like a warlike invader.  By the time I got to the top I was in no state for a selfie, though I promise you the photos you’ll see here are all mine.

One of the paws at marking the start of the final metal staircase

One of the paws at marking the start of the final metal staircase


Duran Duran stood right here

Duran Duran stood right here (well, two of them anyway!)

This lofty archaeological site is thought to be the ruins of the kingdom of Kassapa dating from the 5th Century.  Those topless women could well have been his concubines.  At the summit, his palace is all but gone, a few tumbledown walls and a pond full of water are the only surviving remnants of a once grand structure.

The water tank at the top

The water tank at the top

But it’s the view that takes your breath away, not the strenuous climb.  See for yourself.

View from the top

View from the top

I overheard someone near the bottom saying the descent was harder, and this sign at the top didn’t help my confidence. Actually it was fine, and a whole lot less hard work than the ascent.

Sign at the top

Sign at the top


Fortunately no hornet issues either

Fortunately no hornet issues either


Looking at the crowds building, it was definitely a good idea to climb early. The site opened at 7am, not 8.30am as stated in my Lonely Planet.
The queue for the top as I made my way back down

The queue for the top as I made my way back down


Monkeys make their home at the foot, near Cobra Rock

Monkeys make their home at the foot, near Cobra Rock

Travel outside your comfort zone

American intellectual Clifton Fadiman is quoted as saying:

When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.

They’re wise words.  On the road, it’s all too easy to become indignant when things aren’t going your way.  Two decades ago, I got somewhat cross when barred entry to what I hazily remember as a fort in Old Delhi (though it could well have been a mosque).  I wanted to climb a tower to take in a view, arguing that my gender shouldn’t influence where I could and couldn’t go.  Did I have the right to do that, if it wasn’t my country?  Probably not, though such misogynistic attitudes have put me off returning.

India Old Delhi street scene

Old Delhi

Despite such a poor experience travelling around India as a solo traveller, I’ve tried to challenge myself as I’ve ventured further afield.  Weaning myself off package tours was as much a case of economic necessity as anything else, but choosing countries and regions off the beaten track where tourists are as rare as a white moose has kept me on my toes.  Buying a train ticket in Ukraine via sign language?  Check.  Getting to grips with riots and a transport strike in Haiti?  Check.  Overnighting in the world’s most dangerous city without being shot?  Check.  That’s San Pedro Sula in Honduras if you’re wondering and yes, the barbed wire barricade at the end of the street was a little off putting when it came to sleeping soundly in my bed.

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Port au Prince bus station

I’m soon off to Sri Lanka.  Everyone I know who’s been says it’s wonderful and the pictures of the hill country through which I hope to journey by train look idyllic.  But someone reviewing a train trip on a web forum was complaining that a Sri Lankan man ignored her reservation and threw her bag off the seat, forcing her to stand for the entire journey.  If that story is true, Clifton Fadiman’s words take on a whole new truth.  And there’s just that nagging voice in my head that reminds me that we just wouldn’t stand for that kind of treatment in Britain.  Wish me luck!

Packing tips from someone who learnt the hard way

1995.  The end of a six week holiday in Peru, my first big trip.  I’d been completely clueless when it came to packing, wondering how I’d fit six weeks’ worth of clothes into my suitcase (did I even have six weeks’ worth of clothes?) and trying to check in at the airport with the entire stock of Arequipa’s souvenir vendors. It took a lot of begging but I somehow managed to avoid excess baggage charges despite the fact that I couldn’t even lift my suitcase onto the weighing scales.  I was then the kind of traveller I laugh at now.  How easy it is to forget.

Peru Llama girls and Inca stonework

Cusco 1995

1997.  I’d downsized my suitcase, though not by much, and figured a lightweight trolley would help me drag it around Morocco.  The dust, potholes and uneven surfaces took their toll and once again I was heaving half my worldly goods on and off trains in the August heat.  It was uncomfortable, ineffective and something had to change.  A backpack was out as I could never trust my dodgy back to cope, and a little hard-sided wheelie became my saviour and trusty travelling companion for over a decade, only to be replaced when its lightweight sibling hit the market.  I’ve never looked back.

Morocco Djemaa water sellers (1)

Marrakesh 1997

Fitting my stuff into a tiny wheelie has taken practice, but I reckon now I’ve got it down to a fine art.  Here’s my top tips.

Take as few clothes as you can get away with

It’s never very far to a laundry.  Look for one that operates by weight rather than by individual item and avoid hotel laundries like the plague.  Alternatively, pack a couple of washing capsules in a small plastic tub and do it yourself in a self-service laundrette.  You’ll meet local people and who knows where that might lead?

Pack things that work together

Take clothes that don’t need ironing and roll them as you pack them to avoid any creases.  Make sure everything goes together and never take something just in case you might need it – you won’t.  Don’t forget a swimsuit and flip flops.  Forget about a hair drier or straighteners.  You’re on holiday, who cares?

Wear the heavy stuff

Hiking boots are bulky and heavy.  They’ll take up way too much space in your suitcase so if you need them, travel in them.  Ditto a thick fleece or coat; if you don’t need it in your plane/train/automobile you can fold it up and use it as a pillow. Ignore anyone who says you can do that with a sarong.  They’re just not thick enough to be any good.

Decant toiletries to travel sized containers

In terms of shampoo and the like, you’re really only taking emergency rations.  Reasonable hotels and guest houses will provide toiletries anyway.  If they don’t, you’re never far from a supermarket to go and buy some.

Take wipes instead of bottles

When it comes to insect repellent, take plenty.  It’s not always possible to buy it and there’s nothing that spoils a good holiday faster than a leg full of itchy bites.  Sprays are messy.  Take individually-wrapped wipes instead and as your travels progress, you are making space for shopping.  Don’t forget some wet wipes too to clean your hands afterwards, but again, choose the flat plastic packs not the rigid tubs.

Consider posting things home

A word of caution needed here, obviously.  Don’t post anything you’d be devastated to lose and be prepared for things to take months to get home.  I’ve successfully sent books from Cuba, a bulky throw from Turkey and even dirty laundry!  No matter what the vendors say, though, breakable stuff will rarely be packed well enough to make the journey back unscathed.

Have you got a tip you’d like to share?  I’d love to hear from you!

Are these the world’s best railway journeys?

This week, in preparation for my upcoming trip to Sri Lanka, I’ve been booking train tickets to explore the country’s beautiful hill country.  The Man in Seat 61 has, of course, been an invaluable tool as ever, and I’ve been very impressed with the service provided by Visit Sri Lanka Tours, a recommendation gleaned from Seat 61.  It’s got me thinking about previous rail journeys I’ve taken.  These are my favourites, but are they yours?

Peru: Cusco to Machu Picchu

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Machu Picchu, Peru’s mighty Inca citadel

Before tourist numbers reached epic proportions, to reach Machu Picchu by train you used to have to crawl out of bed in the dark to catch the early morning local train from central Cusco’s gloomy station, travel for five hours as the wooden bench seating slowly petrified your buttocks and emerge blinking into the middle of the market at Aguas Calientes to find your diesel-belching ride to the famous mountaintop Inca ruins.  Periodically, the train halted in the dark to facilitate trade.  Hands used to appear through the tiny windows to offer roasted corn and alpaca wool hats.  It was one of those iconic travel journeys that is better relived from the comfort of your armchair several months later.  Taking the journey again years later, this time in a glass-roofed backpacker train (boy, hadn’t backpacker expectations grown?!) I was delighted to see that snow-capped peaks lined the route and that the PeruRail authorities had built a fancy new station.  The increase in comfort was worth the hike in the fare and best of all, the switchbacks to enable the train to haul the train out of Cusco’s bowl-shaped valley were still the most fascinating stretch of the journey.  Then, in 2010, flooding and landslides caused severe damage to the track and when repairs were completed, the train began from Poroy, just outside the city, rather than from Cusco’s Wanchaq station.  Despite the changes, it remains one of the best railway journeys in the world.

Switzerland: the Bernina Express

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The Landwasser viaduct from the Bernina Express

It’s hard to pick a favourite amongst so many standout lines, but if forced to choose, then the Bernina Express gets my vote.  Run by the Rhaetian Railway, the Bernina Express covers two lines which together comprise a UNESCO World Heritage site – Albula and Bernina.  During its 122km run from Chur to the Italian town of Tirano, the train passes through 55 tunnels and over 196 bridges and viaducts including the spectacular Landwasser Viaduct pictured here.  To fully appreciate this engineering marvel, take a local train (the panoramic picture windows don’t open), head to the back and lean out of a right hand side window.  The train loops and glides over the Bernina Pass, with the Morteratsch and Palü glaciers and alpine Lago Bianco darker Lej Nair lakes providing the glamour in terms of scenery.  With no cogwheels aiding its descent, this impressive adhesion railway has one final wow up its sleeve: the 360° spiral that encompasses the nine arches of the century-old Brusio Viaduct.

Kenya: the Lunatic Express

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Mombasa’s beach, the prize for those surviving the Lunatic Express

I first read about this railway in Bill Bryson’s African Diary.  His descriptions of being flung around as if being tumbled in a washing machine were as compelling as you’d expect from the undisputed king of humourous travel writing and I decided there and then I’d make the same journey.  This narrow gauge railway runs from Nairobi to the coast at Mombasa, cutting through Tsavo National Park on its way.  It gained its unusual nickname as several workers involved in its construction ended up as dinner for the hungry lions, dragged from their tents as they slept exhausted from the day’s hard labour.  I didn’t see any lions, just a beautiful sunset over the savannah plains, though I was plagued by hungry mosquitoes and arrived in Mombasa covered in bites.

The best of the rest!

Russia: Trans-Mongolian

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Omul on sale at Listvyanka, on the shores of Lake Baikal

The longest rail trip I’ve done, with a trip that took me from Moscow to the Mongolian capital Ulan Bator by train.  I saw a lot of trees, but I also learned first hand what a warm and welcoming bunch of people the Russians are: a special mention here for Aleksander the army officer who fed me smoked omul and showed me his family photos.

New Zealand: Tranz-Alpine

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Serene Lake Brunner

Not the Alps in Europe, but instead, New Zealand’s South Island.  Crossing from Christchurch to Greymouth, this scenic ride crossed Arthur’s Pass and chugged alongside pretty Lake Brunner.  Wrap up warm if you’re going to ride the open air viewing car in winter as I did – it’s freezing!

Update: I’ve just booked a ride on the Northern Explorer to see more of North Island out of a Kiwi Rail train window.  Watch out in 2018 to see how I got on.

Intercourse is only three miles from Paradise

It might not always seem like it, but Paradise is within reach.  Film fans might recognise it as the setting for the 1994 Christmas crime caper, “Trapped in Paradise” starring Nicolas Cage.  It was filmed in Ontario, Canada and has terrible reviews, so don’t rush to see it if you haven’t already.  The real Paradise is a pleasant place, with an old mill and farming country surrounding it favoured by Amish settlers.

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Lancaster County Amish by Utente CC-BY-SA-3.0 via Wikimedia

Paradise isn’t one of those places that’s packed full of sights, but you’ll find a few worthy visitor attractions in and around the place, including a bakery at nearby Dutch Haven which has been making Shoo-Fly Pie since 1946.  Similar to a treacle tart, it’s made with molasses and is thought to have got its name because the sweet smell attracted flies which needed to be shooed away.

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Shoo-Fly pie by Syounan Taji CC-BY-SA-3.0 via Wikipedia

Nearby Intercourse lies about three miles to the north, in the heart of Amish country.  It’s another filming location, this time the setting for the Harrison Ford movie “Witness” and unlike in the case of Paradise, the scenes were actually shot in town.  Its name dates from 1814, the time when villagers ditched the moniker “Cross Keys” in favour of Intercourse.

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Intercourse keystone marker by Doug Kerr CC BY-SA 2.0 via Wikimedia

The origin of the name and reasons for the change are a little unclear but could be after a nearby racecourse called Entercourse.  It might instead be a reference to the intersection between the Old King’s Highway and the road from Delaware. And of course, it could derive from the meaning fellowship or social interaction.  Whatever the case, it’s a good place to head to pick up some traditional arts and crafts, hand made furniture or even take a buggy ride.  And speaking from experience, those buggies get up some speed!
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Intercourse, PA by Jon Dawson via Flickr CC BY-ND 2.0