Iain Mackay
This track definitely wasn’t on the map, and it certainly wasn’t on the Google earth print-out I was using to navigate. I was twenty miles north east of Unawatuna in the south of Sri Lanka and it was starting to look like I might be lost. One of the most enjoyable things about exploring Sri Lanka on a mountain bike is the fact that you can easily access the beautiful countryside and quiet backroads that criss-cross the island: simply head off into the countryside and five minutes after leaving the town you will be riding through rice paddies, rainforest or tea plantations.
I was at a junction in the middle of the rice paddies. To the left the track curved away through more paddies with buffalo grazing and the ever-present egrets sat on their backs, to the right the track climbed up a hill into the trees and out of sight. As I stood looking at my bedraggled printout trying to figure out which way to go next there was a rustling in the trees just to my left. Looking up I saw a large Purple-faced Leaf Monkey watching me. This species, endemic to the island and threatened by habitat loss, can be easily seen in the south: in the forests, at the beach and even sat on the steps of the Galle Fort Hotel! With their white beards and wrinkled faces they look like wise old men looking on the modern world with bemusement. I tried to orientate my map to the ground and figure out where I was – the monkey looked on with a sceptical look on his face, doubting my navigation abilities, then jumped away through the trees, completely disinterested in my fate.
Left looked like more of the same, maybe right, up the hill, might give me a view of where I was heading to. I rode on up the hill through tall trees hanging with jackfruit, rose apples and mangos. After a while I got to the top where the track levelled off. As I leant resting on the bike drinking some water I noticed a faint track leading off into the bushes to the right. I left the bike by the side of the road and went to have a look. The path led me around the edge of the hill through dense undergrowth for about 50 metres until it opened out into an amazing view of the surrounding countryside. Overlooking this scene was a giant statue of the Buddha, maybe ten metres tall, sat serenely on the hill surveying the fields and jungle below.


Feeling tired but happy I headed back towards the coast, looking forward to relaxing with a king coconut juice (or maybe a cold Lion Lager) and already planning my next ride out to explore the countryside.
Iain Mackay lives in Sri Lanka
Thanks for posting my article. Sri Lanka is an awesome place for exploring on a bike. You can read more about my adventures in Sri Lanka on my blog at http://moonstone-expeditions.blogspot.co.uk/
I was born and bred in Galle IAIN and Unawatuna was part of my beat. back then in the1950s CLOSENBURG was capital for surfing during the south west monsoon –before the harbour development swallowed it whole. GALLE AS QUIET AS ASLEEEP is my elder sister’s work.
I have heard that’s a great book – I’ll get hold of a copy.
also search for PEOPLE INBETWEEN by Roberts, Colin-Thome and Raheem 1989 SARVODAYA PUBLICATIONS