Train Journeys: Sri Lankan Hill Country
The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
All night there isn’t a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with friends I make,
And better friends I’ll not be knowing;
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.
–Edna St. Vincent Millay
Some of the loveliest train journeys I’ve experienced were those on the tracks that wove over and around sleepy hill towns and lonely tea plantations in inner Sri Lanka. I took these photos while in transit from Kandy to Ella, and from Ella to Happutale. In this case, it truly was about the journey, not the destination. (Okay, the destinations were pretty incredible, too, but I’m saving that for another post.)