nuwara eliya (what we saw of it)

After arriving safely, at last, in Nuwara Eliya, we were greeted by our unbelievably lovely accommodations at the Hill Club. We were playing at being posh for the whole trip. While our attempt in Kandy fell flat on its face, the place here was even better than I had expected it to be. It was really amazing.

However, I really started to feel like crap. I had what I had been calling “allergies” in Kandy, but I started to feel sort of feverish and stiff and overly tired. My head felt like a cannonball. I told Chris that I was sick but he thought that I was being silly and joking around. Next morning, I was really very ill and, lo and behold, so was he.

So. Instead of gong hiking in the beautiful mountains, we rolled around in bed in our beautiful hotel for two straight days, sniffling, groaning, and totally unable to either move or sleep. It was miserable. It really was. Neither of us have ever been so damn sick, so damn often, as we have been here. By the end of this crap, we both just wanted to go home. And I don't mean “home” Chennai. I mean “home” HOME. We were both tired and worn out and sick and fed up and ready to just get the hell out. Out of Sri Lanka and out of India and out of South Asia and just plain O-U-T out.

And that was our trip to Sri Lanka.

But the hotel WAS nice:

And it had an extraordinary reading room, where I could drink tea, read my Charles Dickens, and be extremely ill in peace.