It's 5:45 a.m. The sun hasn't risen. Howlers are up. Birds are calling. Chirps. There must be a woodpecker nearby for the thumping is rigorous and in spurts. Two storks just flew by and I can make out a large pelican floating among the lilypads. The air is sticky and it's not hot yet but everything tells me it will be another scorching day. As long as I have a bit of shade ..... The parrrots are restless. They're almost ready to leave the large trees but they are still wrestling among the branches. Last night's settling in took the hundreds of parrots close to an hour before they were quiet. The owner of this jungle house and airbnb is up and stirring in the kitchen. I can hear the pans clanking. Most be a million frogs and mosquitos out buzzing; quite a racket.
Fifteen minutes of typing and there is more bird action.The howlers are at it again. There must be two groups for the hooting on the left is much louder and deeper than the first calls.Herons are flying by and a humongous brown, possibly, heron is sitting in front of my window.
I'm on the second floor with a floor to ceiling window pockmarked with mosquitos and fascinating bugs clinging to the outside glass. This is a Tamil establishment and where Sinhalese was used in the South, Tamil is a whole new ballgame. I've elected the owner's daughter, M, to be my teacher. Hello is vanacom and tasty is rusey. I start with the basics.
Oh, the morning light has a nearby flutist playing. The longest necked white lovely stretching in the water. Birds seem to be flying to the left. I wonder if the lake's fish are gathering there.
C will be up in soon. We want to be out and exploring the ancient city of Anurdhapura before the heat prevents us from climbing. We'll call Fernando, a tuk tuk driver who gathered us at the train station, and ask him to guide us. Jungles are jungles and it's too easy to get lost, so a guide who speaks a smattering of English along with Tamil will be nice.
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