On the road to Kandy
Donald NUGAWELA
It is the A1 Highway, the Kandy road, or the road to Kandy or call it
by any other name, it does not matter for nothing can or could ever
surpass this ebon highway, its centuries old patched-up macadamized
surface now replaced by an elegant carpet of bitumen. The 72-mile
stretch to the hill capital weaves its way through hills and dales bends
and curves and to a greater extent passes through the Gampaha and
Sabaragamuwa districts to finally merge with the Kandy district at the
Kadugannawa rock tunnel.
Kadugannawa, en-route to Kandy |
I have traversed this road a thousand times to reach the green grass
of home. I have travelled by bus in those far off times when the fare
from Colombo to Kandy was only two rupees. The ride was rough and tiring
and would take over four hours to complete. There were frequent stops to
cool the engine and pour in buckets and buckets of water down the
simmering radiator and one would stand around loosening cramped legs,
chaffing at the delay. Yet it was imperative that the engine cooled off.
We all knew it and patience was seemingly a virtue thrust on bus
travellers of those times. For the record the buses that plied in those
far off times were those old time favourite workhorses. The Chevrolets
or Chevvies as they were known, the Fords and the Bedfords.
The road to Kandy is studded with charming and scenic stopovers most
of which have disappeared due to road widening. The towns, bazaars and
villages, they all have their little secrets and bits and pieces of
history hidden away in niches. They also have their industries and sale
points. The Radawadunna village and its industrious people have been
engaged in the manufacture and sale of cane furniture for ages, though
the sales points are hazardously situated due to the fast moving
traffic. A few moments stop over could unfold a variety of furniture
turned out from cane. The Horagolla village, home to the Bandaranaike
dynasty, who could ever miss Horagolla walauwa and its sprawling estate
and the sanctity it provides with its mausoleum where two of Sri Lanka's
most loved leaders rest undisturbed.
Stop a while at Bataleeya to be overwhelmed by those brightly clad
seductive cadju belles. The uninitiated like so many others before
simply go overboard taken in by their coquettish blandishments. I have
always thought it a unique kind of sales enticement put across with a
lot of panache and passed down from one generation to another and will
continue in all its finesse for generations to come - on the road to
Kandy.
In days of yore the favourite stop for refreshments was Warakapola.
Not any more. Ambepussa has displaced Warakapola. The Tourist Board
eatery and the rest house perched on a small knoll are two safe
stopovers. I have always preferred the quiet of the rest house and its
quaint colonial facade with its large girthed columns, and old-time
doors and windows holding much history within its hoary portals. It was
built to house the engineers when the road to Kandy was being built and
engineers of the calibre of Major Skinner and Captain Dawson once lived
here. Today it oozes typical Sri Lankan hospitality and also serves a
finely brewed cup of tea.
To bypass Kegalle and its muddled main street of irksome traffic
snarls could be excused only to stop at the village of Molagoda to rave
over the pottery crafted with precision and where one could browse the
shops for hours given the time. Uthuwankanda brings vivid memories of
our own highway robber, the legendary Sardiel. A corner on the highway
also makes us pay a silent tribute to the first policeman to have died
in the line of duty.
The seductive Kadju girls |
When one reaches Ganetenne on virtually a flat track from the Hingula
Bridge onwards, many are taken unawares on turning the bend to be
confronted with the stiff gradient, which heralds the stiffer climb
ahead. With excellent road conditions in place today even three wheelers
take the climb with great ease yet in the years gone by buses and trucks
would crawl painfully with radiators steaming and engines whining on
high gear. The climb remains and the highway improved and modernized to
make driving comfortable. The lush greenery and the scenes below remain
unchanged. Yet not so long ago temporary structures doubling as sales
outlets marred the exquisite beauty that was the Kadugannawa valley. The
litter and destruction was set in motion by local politicians with
inflated egos. For a few votes they had no compunction in destroying
natures gifts. Today the remnants of this indiscretion still remain
confusingly ugly.
The rock tunnel was an exciting experience to drive through in those
times. The present extension has spoilt it all. Nevertheless the climb
remains and further on one could recall in a moment of silence the
untimely death of young Ismail who was buried under an avalanche
following heavy rain. He was a scion of the much respected Ismail family
of Katukelle Kandy and his distraught parents gifted what is known as
the Ismail clock tower situated at the Kandy market square in
remembrance of their beloved son.
Captain Dawson the intrepid engineer who completed the Kandy road is
gratefully remembered. The Dawson tower standing on a cliff at the
entrance to the Kadugannawa town is a lasting monument to this great
Englishman. It was no easy task in those Victorian times to trace and
construct roads and cut through thick jungle land and rocks and other
obstructions. This great achievement was accomplished sans heavy
machinery and built on the blood and sweat of those great pioneers, the
engineers and the labourers. It is the road to Kandy.
The lush greenery and the scenes below remain unchanged. Yet not so
long ago temporary structures doubling as sales outlets marred the
exquisite beauty that was the Kadugannawa valley. The litter and
destruction was set in motion by local politicians with inflated egos.
For a few votes they had no compunction in destroying natures gifts.
Today the remnants of this indiscretion still remain confusingly ugly. |