There is a deafening silence as I enter the Horton Plains in the wee hours of the morning. Above me, the silver sun is still trying to find its way back into the sky. It is not an easy task.
A thick blanket of mist and cloud engulf me, the golden blades of montane grass, and the sand-spattered 3.5-billion-year-old Precambrian-era boulders. Every now and then a slight drizzle kisses my upturned face. I peer through the mist, strain my ears for another human sound. A footstep, laugh, threads of a conversation. All I can hear is my own breath. I look at my phone. There is no signal.
At the fork ahead, I take the left turn. Almost instinctively. The path is inviting with its appearance of simplicity. But it is not long before it transforms into the very opposite, turning against its own promise. Deep gullies, piled with rocks, are carved into the dried riverbed, one after the other. I pep-talk myself that this is temporary. Till eventually I am so far down the path, that going ahead or going back weigh the same.
Perhaps if I was not alone on this trail, it would be easier. Another human hand to help me over a slippery slope. An assurance I was safe. Instead, all I have for company is the deafening silence and soft rain. I eventually get a hang for it though. What my feet cannot handle, my bum does. I slide over the cascading, now muddy, riverbed.
My destination is Greater World’s End. A look-out point across a deep valley in the heart of Sri Lanka’s central highlands.
Covered in mud, sand, and scratches and bruises, I finally find myself at the Horton Plains’ star attraction. I was expecting to find a glorious stretch of green, bathed in clarity. World’s End turns out to be a wall of cloud this morning. It is appropriate, I whisper to myself. For what do we really know of what is at the end. Maybe it is a string of valleys which we believe we see. Maybe it is something else. Maybe it is nothingness.
After staring at the wall of cloud, through which every few minutes a glimmer of beauty shines through, I pick myself up and walk on. This time grasping at moss-covered roots to Bakers Fall. Past endless mountain grasslands. Juggling my camera and umbrella along. Often sitting cross-legged on the ground, just enjoying the present moment I am in. And then looking up and asking my creator to see me through till the end. Without a broken bone, sprained ankle, or concussion.
I eventually do emerge out of the plains. Back at the fork I had taken some hours ago. The sun is now out, and the sign clear. It reads ‘Level: Difficult’ in bold letters against the left turn.
As I look down at my grazed hands and bedraggled clothes, I hear my stomach growl. My phone signal is still incognito. I feel a huge smile creep over my face, crinkling my eyes and nose. The silent plains are singing at me: “You made it.” I sing back at it: “I was not alone. You were with me. And together, we made it!”
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Horton Plains National Park is part of the UNESCO-listed Central Highlands of Sri Lanka. Located 32 kilometres from Nuwara Eliya, the 3,160 hectares park lies 2,100 – 2,300 metres above sea level, and is covered with montane grassland, cloud forest, and Precambrian-era rocks.
Note: The 7.2-kilometre-long ticketed World’s End Trail is open from 6:00 AM to 2:00 PM only.
For a visual version of my hike, please scroll down. β€
Beginnings can be deceptive. π
What appears to be a simple path ahead wrapped in silence and mist, soon takes me into the depths of a cloud forest.
Where the path transforms into a riverbed slashed with gullies, slush, and Precambrian-era boulders, to World’s End.
World’s Endsβthe mini and the greater one. Both grey walls hung from the sky.
And it is then on through gnarled roots, sparkling springs, and montane grass. This time to Baker’s Fall.
Past miles of silence to reappear hours later where I had started out from.
Beginnings can often be deceptive.
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[Note: This blog post is part of a series from my solo independent travels to Sri Lanka. To read more posts in my Sri Lanka series, click here.]
What a magical hike and such evocative descriptions and photographs. How long did it take? But not being able to see Worldβs End – maybe the point of your journey – your reaction was interesting – the journey itself became the point and not seeing became meaningful. It reminds me of the Japanese poet Bashoβs haiku in ‘The Narrow Road to the Deep North’ (so you are in good company) β¦
In a way
It was fun
Not to see Mount Fuji
In foggy rain
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It was a beautiful hike. Surreal. Especially the pin drop silence. The lack of a view at World’s End did not really matter. It was insignificant compared to the overall journey. I can, thus, completely resonate with Basho’s words. π I spent around 5 hours at the park. Of which I simply sat and pondered on life and the evocative grasslands and cloud forests around me for half the time.
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As someone who loves to hike as a hobby this is something I would definitely do if I ever get to Sri Lanka!
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It is a fabulous hike. Lots of atmosphere. Glad my post inspired you to add it to your bucket list. π
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“This is the way the world ends,
Not with a bang but a whimper”
The Hollow Men, TS Eliot
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So true. π
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Trying to write a comment , but got kicked out…
You gave us such a beautiful description of your hike to World’s End.βYou write so well!βI’m curiousβwhat the length of the walk was.βI think the grey fog wall really added to the mystique of the place.βYou certainly visit some interesting places!
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Thank you, June for your kind words. Means a lot. The trail is 7.2 kilometres long and is only open from 6 am to 2 pm. Hehe, yeah, off the radar places and I seem to gravitate to each other. π
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Looks lovely! But not aptly named, perhaps? Hardly plain or a plain!
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Hehe. True. That was pretty astute of you. It was all so beautiful, I did not even notice what a misnomer it was. π
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Oh no, did you not get to see the wonderful views? Maggie
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Nope. But that’s ok. For me, this hike was more about the journey than the escarpment views. Plus I have been to multiple World’s Ends across the world. π Did you do this hike in your Sri Lanka travels? Hope you found it just as mystical.
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Yes and it was great, maybe not mystical as we had clear weather, but it is a lovely park.
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Beautiful and rustic place.
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The weather added all the required drama to make it memorable. π
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Huge respect for your every effort, you did a great work here.
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Many thanks, Asif. Welcome to my blog. π
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What a beautiful hike!
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Yes, it is. π And the weather added to its charms.
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