Saturday, February 9, 2013

Friday, February 8, 2013

Munaiady, Point Pedro, Sri Lanka.

A domestic well in Katcovalam. Note the bucket and pulley,two small tanks - 'thotty' - to hold water drawn from the well, the sloped stone for beating the laundry and the enclosure in cement to collect all the water during bathing to be led to the thirsty plants.

Munaiady, Point-Pedro.

A partially renovated building.
Light-house, Point-Pedro.
The old coastline road from Thumbalai, via Munaiady past the light-house to Point-Pedro is now open  to traffic.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Point-Pedro and Katcovalam, village scenes, Sri Lanka.

House on the Puloly road.

P{onit-Pedro town.

Palmyra seeds buried in the sand to make 'Panangkilangu' T - 'Kottakilangu' S.

Playing in the sand in a house in Katcovalam, Point-Pedro.
The village life and practice of centuries past goes on.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Manalkaadu to Puloly, Point-Pedro, Sri Lanka.

Paddy field near Manalkaadu.

Government Hospital, Manthkai.

On the Puloly road.

Traffic is not hectic and the usual sights of a road meet the visitor.


Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Manalkaadu environs, Point-Pedro, Sri Lanka.

A pond growing red and white water lilies.

A hot lonely road.

Water is a precious commodity in these parts. A well is a necessity in each dwelling and even then the water is brackish. It is a hard life in these parts.

Monday, February 4, 2013

Bird life among the sand dunes of Manalkaadu, Point-Pedro, Sri Lanka.

A fresh-water collection among the sand dunes.

An Open-Bill contemplating the camera-man.

Collections of birds feeding in a pond.

Time has stood still among these shifting sands. The birds in their variety come to feed, build their nests and breed. They raise up their young and depart. They are the wanderers but return home every year. What a contrast they are to humans, ever in search of better pastures. The latter hardly seem to realize that your home is where your heart is.
To watch a video of some bird life click on the web-link below:-

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Manalkaadu, Point-Pedro, effects of the Tsunami.

Abandoned house and well.
Effects of the Tsunami on a prosperous house near the sea-shore.

New houses and settlements two Kilometers from the shore.

The cemetery where the dead of the Tsunami were buried.
Reminds me of a poem I memorized at school long ago. It goes as follows:-

‘Home was home then, my dear, full of kindly faces,
Home was home then, my dear, happy for the child.
Fire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland;
Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wild.
Now, when day dawns on the brow of the moorland,
Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold.
Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed,
The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old’.

 ‘Home No More Home To Me, Whither Must I Wander?’
by Robert Louis Stevenson