Michael Buerk, in the The Telegraph, 5 September 2017, where the title is “The war is history: Michael Buerk returns to Sri Lanka” ** Note Editorial Comment at End
The Tigers’ lair was deep in the jungle. It was difficult to find and tough to get to; two hours jolting, semi-prone, in a trailer dragged by a tractor, watching for mines. This was a war zone for decades. The paddy fields were abandoned long ago to the peacocks and their perpetual courtship, dozens of them everywhere, each male made fabulous by desire. The man-made lake that once fed the fields was covered in lotus flowers. A crocodile basked on a rock in the shallows, jaws gaping as if in wonder at the lonely beauty of it all. Well into the thicker brush, down a maze of paths and tunnels through the thorn trees, we came first to what was left of the Tigers’ guard post. Just rubble now where 30 fighters held part of the perimeter of what was, in effect, a separate state. Their latrine, the only recognisable structure left, was now home to a 15ft Indian rock python.
The main camp was much further into the jungle, blasted to near oblivion, like the movement itself. It had been the permanent base for 1,000 fighters, three times that many when recruits in this eastern Tamil heartland were transiting to the battlefields of the north. It had been a small town of concrete, breeze blocks and underground bunkers. Maybe the place was levelled by the Tigers themselves, when the war ended in a bloody Götterdämmerung, 100 miles to the north. But the remains of their distinctive uniforms, the emptied ammunition boxes, and – more chilling – the human bones that were lying about spoke of collapse, and flight, and worse.
Our guides couldn’t, or wouldn’t, tell us. We didn’t inquire if they had been fighters themselves. Eight years after the war ended, it is still not a question that can be asked.
We had set off, shortly after dawn, from one of the most interesting hotels I have ever stayed in. Jungle Beach is a collection of 48 “cabins” clustered in tropical seclusion between the jungle and the sea. It’s not just the luxury of the chalets, with their air-conditioning, their terraces and decks, king-size beds and state-of-the-art bathrooms and lighting systems. It’s not the beach, though that’s three miles long and the hotel has it all to itself. It’s not the food, exotically sourced and fastidiously prepared though it is (and the barbecued Sri Lankan lobster and jumbo prawns beside the surf under a dark velvet sky is my most memorable night of the year so far). It’s not the endlessly obliging service from so many friendly and courteous people that set it apart. It is the way it is helping to heal the gaping wounds of war.
War is all most people here knew. It went on for nearly 30 years, the longest civil war in Asian history, and for much of that time the east was Tiger territory; a state with its own borders, courts, even traffic police equipped with radar guns. Much of the time, the army was banged up in the old British naval base at Trincomalee, 20 miles to the south, and only ventured out along the main roads, in daylight. For many round here there was no work, no school, for two generations. Parents wouldn’t let their children out for fear of murder at the bloodied hands of both sides, or abduction – the Tigers were always short of manpower and made killers of thousands of women and boys. ‘Dark tourism’ is a growing trend and the Tigers’ lairs may soon take their place alongside the Khmer Rouge killing fields
Jungle Beach is a first promise of change, bringing high-end tourists to this corner of a tortured paradise. Almost half the staff have been recruited locally. For all I knew, the waiter who brought us our eggs Benedict at breakfast was once internationally defined as a terrorist with the Tigers’ trademark cyanide capsule necklace and striped camos, as expert with a T-56 assault rifle and a bayonet as he is now with more domestic cutlery.
The war widows work mainly in the laundry and the kitchen. Shanthi Kumari, 34, was left half-starving with her two daughters when her husband disappeared like so many others. Now she’s a kitchen steward with a salary sufficient to build a house with a TV, a fridge and a goldfish tank. The war wrecked her life, she says. The hotel put it back together again and means a future for her two girls, aged 15 and 10. She says the hotel manager, an inspirational figure and a Tamil himself, “is a god to me”. There are so many others, she says, who would give anything for a similar chance.
The guests need know nothing of the war. This is an exclusive retreat, only five years old but already well-sprinkled with awards. There’s the jungle on the doorstep, the beach stretches forever and, just offshore, is one of the world’s great whale-watching sites. We spent a morning following dozens of pilot whales as they gorged on the krill that funnels up where the seabed suddenly drops two and a half miles to the deep ocean floor.
Soon, perhaps, the war might be just another attraction. “Dark tourism” is a growing trend and the Tigers’ lairs may soon take their place alongside the Khmer Rouge killing fields, the Viet Cong’s tunnels and Mandela’s Robben Island on the worldwide cruelty trail.
At its peak, the LTTE (the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eilam) controlled a third of a country the size of Ireland. All of that, and more, was off limits for visitors and missed out on the global tourist boom that in Sri Lanka was funnelled into the south-western beaches and the tea plantation hill country around Kandy. Now, in some places achingly slowly, in others at a rush, hotels are springing up in places where the humans may be scarred but the landscape is pristine.
Chena Huts is a new safari lodge in the deep south, in a strip of protected jungle between Yala National Park and the Indian Ocean. The “huts” are arguably bigger, and certainly more expensively fitted out, than a lot of even rich people’s houses, with their living rooms, giant bedrooms, bathrooms with fashionable free-standing baths, decks outside and private plunge pools. The restaurant is on the beach. One night, we had to put the lobster on hold because a “tusker” was ambling through the lodges on his way to play in the surf.
Yala, Sri Lanka’s oldest national park, was closed during the war when the Tigers used it as a hideout. Until then it was leopards that the ruled the roost. They had no predators until the guerrillas came and are bigger here than elsewhere, with a denser population. In all my years in Africa I only saw a leopard twice. I saw two on the first morning in Yala.
Sri Lanka’s parks don’t have the scale, or quite as much big beast sex-and-violence appeal as Africa’s best reserves. But the long war shielded them from mass tourism. The cuddly looking but vicious sloth bears are unique, there are elephants everywhere and, if it is danger you’re looking for, the wild buffalo are famously poker-faced and potentially lethal. Besides, the smaller stuff is more interesting than bone-idle big mammals. Birds particularly.
In the Wilpattu National Park, we watched two tiny dusky blue flycatchers attacking a huge serpent eagle that had perched too close to their nest. Time after time, they flew straight into him, like kamikazes. He was rocked by each tiny, but furious, impact, yet for 10 minutes or so affected not to notice, sitting there stiff with contempt, until he finally flapped off into the trees.
Wilpattu was part of a swathe of central and north Sri Lanka that has many of the island’s most important cultural attractions. We stayed at one of the island’s finest new boutique hotels, the Ulagalla, which has been created out of a local nobleman’s Dutch colonial-style house and estate. It had been commandeered by the army as a place to treat their wounded. Now you stay in one of 20 traditional-looking – but, again, very hi-tech – villas on stilts dotted among 60 acres of paddy fields and half-tamed jungle. The 150-year-old walawwa (mansion) is where you eat (very well; Sri Lankan curries, with their characteristic use of coconut in all its forms, must be the best in the world). The service levels are extraordinary. They’ll create “private dining experiences” almost anywhere on the estate with your own chef and waiters in a bower at the end of a path of flares. At a price, of course.
From there, you can explore Anuradhapura, one of the wonders of the ancient world. For nearly 2,000 years it was the Sinhalese capital, a civilisation built around the huge man-made irrigation reservoirs they call “tanks”. It spreads over 16 square miles, surrounded by monastery dagobas and, at its heart, the oldest recorded vegetable in the world – a Bodhi Tree, that’s said to have been grown from a cutting from the fig tree under which the Buddha attained enlightenment, which has apparently been tended since 245BC.
This was, until recently, the army’s major staging post for the war, which for a time turned the new town near the site into one of largest brothels in south Asia. Now there’s a new future, based on old grandeur.
Sri Lanka’s war was a family affair, for them and for me. I was there for the BBC at the beginning, in the Eighties, as a cycle of violence and reprisal reached an early peak. Colombo’s bus station had been bombed to smithereens with horrendous loss of life. The Tigers had just stopped a busload of monks and slaughtered them like sheep. The army was responding with torture and massacres of their own.
My son, Roland, was the resident BBC correspondent there as it came to an end, when the Tigers, and thousands of civilians, were pushed into a last square mile, backs to the Nandhikkadal lagoon, and blown to bits. Both of us saw Sri Lanka as a flawed paradise. It’s even shaped like a teardrop, beautiful, deadly and sad. Not for the first time, it occurred to me how terrible things happen in the most beautiful places, to the nicest people.
Now, you can go to places like the city of Batticaloa, a hotspot in the war but one of the most attractive parts of the island. If you do, I recommend staying at the Uga Bay hotel, the best of those now lining probably Sri Lanka’s finest beach at Passekudah, north of the town itself.
The war spent decades ruining a community there that was then demolished in seconds when the 2004 tsunami sent a 40ft wall of water miles inland, killing 500 in this tiny district alone. The fishing proas are back on the beach now, and the tourists are starting to return.
You can go now to the forbidden places in the capital, Colombo, which the Tigers once attacked a dozen times in a single day, and where anti-aircraft guns were set up around Galle Face Green to counter the Tigers’ home-made air force.
Stay somewhere like the Residence, an 11-suite luxury hotel right in the centre, created out of a Victorian town house and stables. Go on one of Mark Forbes’s famous walking tours through the Fort, the old colonial outpost that became Sri Lanka’s government and financial centre. It was probably the most guarded city district in the world, especially after a suicide bomber managed to blow up the central bank in 1996, destroying 12 buildings, killing 91 people, injuring 1,400 and painting himself into the pavement in the process. Now it is open. The old colonial buildings are being restored, and the army barracks is a chichi collection of restaurants.
Thailand gets 15 times as many tourists as Sri Lanka with, arguably, far less to offer. The international hotel chains are said to be queuing to open up in Colombo to cater for a new wave of tourists, where imperial servants once took tiffin in their topis.
Be optimistic. It could be Paradise Regained, after all. As Bishop Heber’s famous hymn about the place says: “every prospect pleases” and, now the war is history, you can see it all for yourself.
Michael Buerk travelled as a guest of Uga Escapes, Red Savannah and Qatar Airways (qatarairways.com), which flies daily from London Heathrow to Colombo, via Doha, with economy fares from £794. Book through Uga Escapes (ugaescapes.com) or Red Savannah (01242 787800;redsavannah.com), which offers 10 nights in Sri Lanka from £3,295 per person based on two people sharing, including international economy flights, transfers, the services of an English-speaking chauffeur/guide and B&B accommodation at Jungle Beach, Uga Bay, Ulagalla, Chena Huts and the Residence in Colombo.
A COMMENT from MICHAEL ROBERTS
Notwithstanding his previous experience in the island, Buerk’s article is a review that is as naive as benign and seemingly coloured by his travel agency backing. In this sense he is replicating the imbalanced readings of the war situation by numerous British and Western journalists (Ravi Nessman, Gethin Chamberlain, Jeremy Page, Nick Paton-Walsh, Marie Colvin etc) who gullibly accepted the tales presented by medics and Tamil NGO officials guided by LTTE directives during the last stages of Eelam War IV, while occasionally manufacturing sensationalist lies to serve their interests.
FIRST take note of this news item from Sachinth Karunaratna in Adaderana on 3th August 2017 “Security forces stationed in Vavuniya have reported that handbills penned by LTTE intelligence agencies were circulated among the people of Vavuniya last night (29). The handbills that were titled ‘Liberation Tigers of Tamil Elam’ contained several statements on the activities conducted by LTTE intelligence agencies specifically targeting the behavior of women.
It has been reported that LTTE agents condemn any Tamil women interacting with Sinhalese males. It was also stated that strict action will be taken against any woman who is caught having intimate relations with a Sinhalese man. Notably, the handbills were registered as documents drafted by the intelligence arm of the LTTE. The Police along with the Armed forces stationed in the North are currently conducting comprehensive investigations to weed out the authors of the controversial handbills. ”
SECOND: attend to the pessimistic assessment of the near future penned by one Ken Dharmapala [location not known] in 2016, viz., “Ken Dharmapala’s Pessimistic Evaluation of the Sri Lankan Situation–2016 and Now,” 1 September 2017, https://thuppahis.com/2017/09/01/ken-dharmapalas-pessimistic-evaluation-of-the-sri-lankan-situation-2016-and-now/
THIRD: reflect and tap the deep sense of embitterment gnawing away in the minds of many Tamil people residing in Sri Lanka, especially among the educated classes and university students (whose memories of LTTE rule seem to be dim)
FOURTH: consider the imperatives of democratic politics which drive Tamils brought up in Colombo to become more Tamil and more indigenist than either Pirapaharan or Baby Subramanum when they take up leadership positions in the north
FIFTH: consider the manner in which Sinhala and/or Sinhala-Buddhist extremism the regions south fosters such embitterm and encourages Tamil extremism — with recent eruptions of Sinhala-Muslim tensions in the southern reaches serving as developments that encourage Tamil reservations, while forcing those who work towards communal reconciliation on all fronts to move cautiously and tentatively (and thus ineffectively?).
SIXTH: reflect on the problem posed by one Velupillai Pirapaharan in the democratic space of today embodied in this image of a staunch female supporter in Jaffna who would not have been allowed to deploy an image of, say, Amirthalingam or Mahattaya or Pathmanathan in Jaffna in the early 1990s under the fascist state set up by Pirapaharan.
CAUTION: a friend has indicated that this photograph is a scene from Tamilnadu. That is a distinct possibility (a pro-LTTE rally perhaps?). So the deployment of this image in another context suggestive of the island north is clever ploy. That in itself records the duplicity of propaganda work by individuals and/or organisations. The recent info from Vavuniya is just one mark of the ideological currents that one could anticipate — in conjecture — to be coursing through the minds of significant numbers of Sri Lankan Tamils today.