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“Tuk Tuk”….. The amazing vehicle



The numbers….. sixteen three wheelers called the “TUK TUK,” around 35 participants from seven countries, eight destinations, eleven days on an adventure to travel 1600 kilometers by driving on roads less traveled, and I had the pleasure of being an entrant along with my friends cum colleagues Lakshi and Chervon in a customized “TUK TUK” to portray our National and Sri Lankan Airline’s identity to the world.

The idea generated by a movement called the “Large Minority,” partnered by the tourist board of Sri Lanka, Connaissance de Ceylan and SriLankan Airlines, the project was to showcase Sri Lanka in its own natural habitat and splendor. Not only by mingling with the local folk of normal life and lore, but also by travelling in one of its unique mode of transportation called the “Tuk Tuk.” 

Aptly named “Lanka Challenge,” the planned route was from Tamarind Tree hotel Minuwangoda and on to Kalpitiya, Giant’s tank in Mannar; Jaffna via Pooneryn; Trincomalee through Paranthan and Mullaittivu; Dambulla via Horowupotana; Wasgamuwa through Bakamuna; Kandy whilst negotiating the eighteen Hairpin bends; Nuwara-Eliya via Ramboda and end back at Tamarind tree hotel via Nawalapitiya and Ginigathhena.

The day before the start was the “Getting to know day”, which included familiarization with the vehicle, other participants, organizers and the logistics. The constant rain was no damper due to the excitement creeping in, and the enthusiasm was at its peak. The vehicle posed a challenge to a bunch of foreigners who were not accustomed to a contraption that is designed to run on three wheels for a thousand plus kilometre ride.

The first day….on a fancy dress footing.





Participants were dressed in costumes vibrant, some in national dresses, animal garb, and apparel depicting brands and images and a few were in fancy attire, that no one was too familiar with, but in festivity. The Tuk Tuk’s were decorated and cameras were aimed at every angle with the fluttering national flags envisaging an aura of pride and identity. The music blaring from a few Tuk Tuks and a Scottish couple clothed in traditional kilt, dancing at six in the morning was ample evidence of the fanfare to be witnessed and experienced during the following eleven days.

The adventure was flagged off at seven in the morning and the first chore was to find the fish market in the town of Negombo. The Tuk Tuk’s were up to the task but apparently not the people in it. Initially most got lost and then ran short of fuel. Changing gears was demanding but keeping to the legal driving side of the road was even more of a challenge. Stalling, making wrong turns and constant communication with the local folk was the order of the day.

The first challenge handed over at the Negombo fish market was to navigate to Kalpitiya, whilst negotiating a freshly cooked meal from a way-side house and extracting information about their livelihood and cultures. Exciting, but difficult for these visitors to our country who did not speak the language. Nevertheless, the locals were up to the task as portrayed by the tourists who mentioned of meeting lots of helpful Sri Lankans on the way to their destination.

The second day…. 

The goal was to find our way to Giant’s Tank in Mannar and proceed to a campsite through the jungles of Wilpattu. Sadly due to the bad weather conditions, the Wilpattu national park was closed and the Tuk Tuks had to find alternate routes. A logistical nightmare for the organizers, but a challenge with excitement to the participants.

A mere 180km run turned out to be a 235km awesome adventure. In Oyamadu in a small village was a shack of an eating joint for the Chena cultivators (Farmers). We were famished and decided to indulge. The food was not elaborate but clean and fresh. The taste was mouthwatering even to this day and the hospitality was heavenly to our battered bodies. Wild elephants on the middle of the main road delayed us further but were not a burden. The majestic animals were merely announcing their intentions of sharing this common land in harmony. 

We were the first to arrive at Giant’s tank simply because of the knowledge we possessed of the language, but the last arrival was at ten in the night in a convoy of six tuk tuks. The dangers had been inevitable but thankfully without any fatalities. However, the frolic continued at Giant’s tank. We bathed, pitched tent, cooked our food and tasted the local brew (Arrack), that we as locals introduced, and danced to the tunes of a calypso band.


The third Day....

The Challenge was to reach Jaffna through Pooneryn, in three separate convoys, whilst indulging in self-initiated charity work. The roads were bad and under construction. The Tuk tuks were driven on four wheel dirt roads with only three wheels to negotiate it. Charity money was achieved by performing individual acts and songs to an approximate sum of 5000 rupees and handed over to a school on the way to Jaffna. Our convoy encountered three flat tires, lots of local help and sumptuous northern sweets.

The short in distance, but a long journey in terms of road conditions, was tiring. To reach this once traumatized city of Jaffna and experience the achievement of physically being present at this metropolis was overwhelming, not only to the foreign travelers but also to my Sri Lankan friends and me alike. 

The fourth day....... 

Plotted to be the longest journey consisting of 260km’s to Trincomalee via Paranthan and Mullaittivu. On a good road, Witnessed the pre-war country, and the locals claim that the land mass from Paranthan to Mullaittivu was the most affected by the war….Sad and happy….Sad for the people who had to go through the rigors of war and happy that it is over. A sentiment shared alike by all “Lanka challenge” participants.

The road from Mullaittivu to Nilavelli was of utmost beauty. The blue eastern ocean was of a stunning sight to our tired eyes and one that no other part of the country possess. The extra free day in Trincomalee was a welcome stay for all of us including the organizers, with the clear crystal waters of the sea making it memorable. Snorkeling, at “Pigeon Island” was akin to swimming in a meticulously laid out large fish tank. 

The Sixth day....... 

On the sixth day, we had to reach Dambulla via Horowupotana and Ritigala. The influence of the modern world was nonexistent and the villagers were of a bygone era, which added that extra nostalgic feeling to us, Sri Lankans. 

The Seventh day..... 

Dambulla was comfortable, with the hotel being of good quality named “Amaya Lake”.
From Dambulla our next destination was Wasgamuwa. But first, the participants had to climb Pidurangala rock and obtain their route maps from a Buddhist monk living in seclusion. Incidentally, Pidurangala is a mere kilometre from the famous Sigiriya rock and the view from the top was the most awesome scenery we had seen to that point on our tour and to the tourists……simply “heart-stopping.”

The Wasgamuwa approach was through the town of Bakamuna, and the road showed no commercial intrusion in the form of traffic. Elephant Dung was aplenty, but not fortunate enough to witness the animal. The journey was fast in terms of trying to reach our destination early and visit the famous wildlife park of Wasgamuwa.

The night was spent inside a tent. With a full moon (Poya) to light the area and a dip in a lake under a cloudless night sky was an experience.

The Eighth day.....

The objective was to reach Kandy through Mahiyanganaya, the18 hairpin bends up the hills and Hunnasgiriya. En route, the participants attended a school that consisted of children who needed aid to fulfill their dreams of becoming musicians. The students performed for us, and in turn the tourists from seven nationalities were awed. The collection of monies was to the tune of around one million rupees and donated to a school that requires teaching from a different perspective and goals.

The city of Kandy was abuzz with the normally busy metropolis traffic. But the Tuk Tuk convoy added colour to the chaos and was a traffic stopper initiated by the admiring motorists and the law alike. The Amaya Hills hotel, on the slopes of the Hantane mountain range was exquisite. The wet weather was constant but soothing to our bodies that needed an extra day of rest and leisure.

The Tenth day....

To Nuwara Eliya, but not direct.  The man-made wonder named the Ambuluwawa temple on top of the highest location surrounding the city of Gampola had to be visited. The climb to the top of the edifice was hard, twirling and sanctioned in the wake of building an image of attracting the future tourists.

Further down, close to the town of Pussellawa, diverting from the main road to a large tea estate and obtaining different samples of unique tea from Sri Lanka was another image-building exercise adopted by the organizers. The narrow paths consisted mainly of dirt roads, but the panoramic views were spectacular.  
Back on the main road, the mist covered majestic mountains of the Piduruthalagala range was ample evidence of the diverse landscape that our small country possesses. The waterfalls, streams, winding roads and the ever smiling tea pluckers were aplenty.

The Eleventh day... 

Nuwara Eliya to Colombo via Ginigathhena. The weather was chilly and a lethargic feeling crept into all of us. Breakfast was consumed late and the departure was delayed mainly because the beds and its blankets appealed more to us than the activities ahead.

The long final day’s run was never ending due to bad weather conditions. But no one wanted it to end. All they wanted is to enjoy this beautiful country in Unison. The final ride together from Veyangoda to Tamarind tree hotel was again to be the fancy dress run and we all changed into our fancy attire on the side of the road. Most of them opted to be in traditional Sri Lankan attire.

Epilogue.....

We ventured into an adventure not knowing of what to expect or encounter. We overcame debacles and challenges that nature, environment and the land had to offer. We also came across beauty, friendship, different cultures and most importantly an invaluable vehicle called the “Tuk Tuk".

The unconventional escapade is over, but the reflections of it that will linger in our thoughts shall never diminish. The foreign nationals were emotional and hugs were in abundance. We all met new friends. But most significantly, we all met a country……and that was an amazingly refreshing Country.

Thank you…..Sri Lanka!







In September 2013
https://www.largeminority.travel/lanka-challenge/





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