Sigiriya Part3 -The Top

The Sigiriya Gardens are amongst the oldest surviving historic gardens in Asia.

At the first sight, the blue was already different.

At the first sight, the blue was already different.

This poetic image says, you are not on the very top yet.

This poetic image says, not on the very top yet.

A buddha seen from a green roof

A buddha seen from a green roof

Heather Cai on the Top.

Heather Cai on the Top.

One of the great side views.

One of the great side views.

And a corner with great views in the distance.

A corner with great views in the distance.

A different corner with a tree. Under the tree, a couple seemed talking something serious.

A different corner with a tree. Under the tree, a couple seemed talking something serious.

Another side with a dragonfly captured!

Another side with a dragonfly captured!

A hut stood under the blue sky alone.

A hut stood under the blue sky alone.

Some houses spread in the deep jungle.

Some houses spread in the deep jungle.

On the top, people doing all different things.

On the top, people doing all different things.

Shoot the shooter!

Shoot the shooter!

Then the eagle!

Then the eagle with the deep blue!

The weather was changing incredibly.

The weather was changing incredibly.

The other side, still that blue.

The other side, still that blue.

An ancient bed is Not For Sitting!

An ancient bed is Not For Sitting!

A face on a brick...

A face on a brick…

Imagine the king led an army walking through the kingdom.

Imagine the king led an army walking through the kingdom.

Leave before the last blue is swallowed.

Leave before the last blue is swallowed.

The shadow of an eagle stretched out to the unknown.

The shadow of an eagle stretched out to the unknown.

Not on the top but the last look over the old way. In the early 1970s, people took the  old way, breathtaking!

Not on the top but the last look over the old way. In the early 1970s, people took the old way, breathtaking!


Now say Goodbye to Sigiriya and dream on the World’s End! Thank you! 🙂

Sigiriya Part2 -Way Up

Even the monks were excited to take a pic before going up. ;-O

Even the monks were excited to have their pics taken before going up. ;-O

Zoomed in, up a bit is the round stairs and how it is located.

Zoomed in, down a bit is a comparison of the old way and the new way.(A blogger friend said he was there in the early 1970s, I am eager to know if he took the old way)

Inside the stairway, where only one person allowed on one step.

Inside the stairway, where only one person allowed on one step.

Under the roof, quickly capture a photo- the clouds look like a world map and the blue is the ocean.

Under the roof, quickly capture a photo- the clouds look like a world map and the blue is the ocean.



After the stairs, before the mirror wall, many great paintings - complete or not.

After the stairs, before the mirror wall, many great paintings – complete or not.

Some details - you can see how well they were painted. Each has a different emotion but the same thing is they all have great breasts!

Some details – you can see how well they were painted. Each has a different emotion but the same thing is they all have great breasts!

Before taking the mirror wall, take a last look over the old way stretching outside the wall and imagine there was an army marching on...

Before turning into the Mirror Wall, take a last look over the old way stretching outside the wall and imagine there was an army marching on…

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Sigiriya Part1 -The Approaches

On the road, there are plenty of oxcarts available to take you to the bottom of Sigiriya. Like this one, isn't it beautiful? :-)

On the road, there are some oxcarts to take you to the bottom of Sigiriya. Like this one, isn’t it beautiful? 🙂

Unlike China, in Sri Lanka, the throne is given to the youngest son instead of the elder one. So once upon a time, there was a historical story to Sigiriya. The elder son fought for his fate, killed his father, the king, took the crown away with him to Sigiriya and built up his own kingdom. Until his young brother brought an army to revenge their father, the elder brother lost the battle and killed himself by cutting his throat on the top of Sigiriya. You might imagine the whole Sigiriya was drowned in the blood of blood.

A ticket US$30 for the entrance of Sigiriya, quite expensive(to me) but definitely worths buying it.

A ticket US$30, quite expensive(to me) but definitely worth buying it.

A peacefully beautiful lawn with a little hut in the corner...

A peacefully beautiful lawn with a little hut in the corner…

Read it and feel the history, with the blue sky mirroring on the words.

Read it and feel the history, with the blue sky mirroring on the words.

Just one of the ponds...

Just one of the ponds…

A window of historical site.

A window of historical site.

The lotus leaves zigzagging

The lotus leaves zigzagging

The white lotus flower in the pond.

The white lotus flower in the pond.

My camera zoomed in and from the bottom, it looked like this.

My camera zoomed in from the bottom. You can see the moving shadows of tourists.

Walking on...

Walking on…

Turning my head, a blue sky left behind.

Turning my head, a blue sky left behind.

A heart calved on the stone...

The grasses were shining. And a heart was carved on the stone…

Now going up up the steps for more excitement ahead.

Now going up the gleaming steps for more excitement ahead.

And more steps with more surprise...

And more steps with more surprises…

Taking a rest, and more steps awaiting.

Taking a rest, and more steps awaiting.

A silent corner, a trace of the ancient path and the root of life - where the water ran through.

A silent corner, a trace of the ancient path and the root of life – where the water ran through.

Behind the silence, of course, there were sounds of foot steps and people talking.

Behind the silence, of course, there were sounds of foot steps and people talking.

Looking straight up, a poem appeared in my eyes.

Looking straight up, a poem appeared in my eyes.

In the middle, a mysterious potion of light shone like a face staring at the two giant rocks kissing each other.

In the middle, a mysterious piece of light shone like a face staring at the two giant rocks kissing each other.

Looking down, on the head of the rocks, there are ancient steps fading...

Looking down, on the head of the rocks, there are ancient steps fading…

Seen from a different position, there is a total different view.

Seen from a different position, there is a totally different view.

Another poetic image with beautiful trees behind the ancient wall.

Another poetic image with beautiful trees behind the ancient wall.

Because many places are so comfortable, many dogs were lying worriedlessly and sleeping in peace.

Because many places are so comfortable, many dogs were lying sleeping in peace.

Again, the light makes the  views different.

On the foot, again the light makes the world different.

Looking into the distance, all flat, green and wild.

Looking into the distance, all flat, green and wild.

Right down the foot, there is a natural square to rest before going up to the top and a wild trail to the forest.

Right down at the foot, there is a natural square to rest before going up to the top and a wild trail to the forest.

Now looking down where you climbed up, the view was so beautiful...

Now looking down where you climbed up, the view was so beautiful…


Thank you for appreciating! Sigiriya Part 2 – Way Up is coming soon! 🙂

Listen! …

Gradually, traveling (more especially, traveling out of China) has made me a good listener and a story digger.

Listen to the locals. Listen to the travelers. And listen to myself. All different lives with different voices, but the same goal – to live a better life.

(If ever I will have a child, I would rather educate him/her at home, not send him/her to any Chinese schools. If possible, I’d like him/her to grow up by traveling, listen to the world outside, then sink down at home and rethink in the dark.)

First, I’ve met a Dutch couple one short evening in Galle, Sri Lanka. Listening to their voices, I was amazed by their adventurous life on a boat for more than eight years now. Also, I’ve learned how a Chinese boat company cheated their European honest heart. And a story about how a Chinese woman who even don’t know her own birth date, could escape from her Chinese husband, get married to a nice Dutch guy and nobody could imagine. Then I learned My Flee From China and 1421. (Here’s their website: www.sy-nightfly.nl)

Then, the next evening an English couple who are both language teachers in college, were hooked by my angry voice like waves. Through them, I’ve learned what is cricket by watching an international match where their son was the captain of the school team. And if possible, one day I may visit them and feel their life living in a cottage with a big dog.

 

She is Naomie, a Japanese artist, who loves the art of communicating, especially with French people.

She is Naomie, a Japanese artist, who loves the art of communicating, especially with French people.

She told me, it was painful to travel with a 81 year-old Japanese woman who made her sleepless at nights, who never dined with her but only asked her to bring food to the hotel room and who even told her to do this and not to do that. The original aim for her was not to travel alone, but the end seemed worse than being alone. So we shared the table in Suisse Hotel, Kandy.


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Monica from Switzerland. I “fell in love” with her sexy back and her taste at the first sight in Amaya Beach Hotel.

She speaks five languages. She is teaching German in a university in Switzerland. She is the opposite of my thinking. She can describe a thing simply and clearly by a word or even a number while I have to use a series of description to make myself clear. Even sometimes I sink so deep I get lost from the maze of my words.


 

The waiter looks young and small but very anbitious.

The waiter looks young and small but very ambitious.

Strangely in Sri Lanka, when I asked, Are you married?, no matter how young the person appeared to be, the answer was the same: Yes and with a child or two. In Nuwara Eliya, this waiter who is married in his early 20 and has got a 6 year-old daughter, behaved smartly. With his whole body moving with a swift agility and of course, his smiles, he served us lively, even though we were the only customers eating in the Chinese restaurant (Though the food was not much like Chinese food). Before he asked me to take a photo with him, he told me that his dream is to work at a bigger and bigger hotel, though he couldn’t imagine one day he would own a hotel himself.


Our gentle driver Kusum in Sri Lanka.

Our gentle driver: Kusum.

In Sri Lanka, the craziest driver is bus driver. Last month, a bus driver managed to scrape by another bus. Due to that, a boy’s arm was straightly knocked off from the window. Maybe taking a train is a safe option. But both trains and buses are always packed by the locals. And believe or not, this is what I’ve witnessed: a train was starting off yet a young man deliberately stopped the train by walking on the rails towards the train. Then the train had to slow down, meanwhile many people jumped off the train from the windows and more people sneaked into the train without any tickets. That’s why no one knows exactly how many people died from the tsunami in 2004 after the whole train was swallowed.

Whatever, be wise – get a car and a driver to pick you up from the Colombo airport and let the driver take you wherever you want. Likewise, our driver is honest, reliable, cheerful, kind-hearted and gentlemanly. His style is to drive safely and do things efficiently. He would share whatever he knows about whatever you want. He has never bought a pack of cigarettes in his life but only one or two cigarettes, because a pack of cigarette is a luxury for him. So he even didn’t know how to open one.

He said that most of his customers would eventually become his friends like me. Some of them even have sent him Christmas gifts, like his laptop was given by a Belgian couple. 

Listened to him carefully, his dream is to run a small business and then become a big boss himself. 


 

In a word, I am touched…

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The Maze Thinker

Trying to find a way through the maze in colors...

Trying to find a way through the maze in colors…

For about ten years, working as a watcher in a factory, my father has been collecting everything that worths of every single penny. On Tomb Sweeping Day(Apr 5th,2015), he was using a fruit knife to separate the wires from the skin to the copper. Just because the price is slightly different. Staring at the colorful lines, my thoughts became thicker and thicker…

And gradually, even something is making me lose the will to eat and something is eating me little by little; I don’t know if “something” is called the sudden depression.

Certainly, there are many things going on and on. Yet nothing is really cheerful unless the fucking book gets published. However, time and patience are essential, I know. Just the moment makes me feel that I am living in a black hole, bottomless.

Thinking of each word I’ve heard from each visit to my family, each word is like a cold black mountain. – Getting a job and finding a husband, now become a topic that is absolute. Even my mother who never utters a word in my ears, now repeats, Find a husband, just find a husband, a good husband…

Seemingly, all the things happening distract my attention from doing what I want, not only writing. As if all the things happening have something to do with the absolute topic, the definite allergy, for which now almost every morning I wake up with tears. Why not just leave me alone? Sometimes, in my dream I even can hear myself screaming like The Scream.

Munch - The Scream

Munch – The Scream (Source: Google)


Sorry, I should share some happy photos from the trip. But more than 9000 pics make me no choice that I have to sort out first and it takes longer than usual…

The Solitary

A solitary figure rocks...

A solitary figure rocks…

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Follow a way into the stones.

Only the light bounces off some hair.

Even the air thickening…

The solitary rocks…