Sri Lanka | The northernmost small town Jaffna
Last night I was "detained" at the Vavuniya military checkpoint, so I didn't update my status.
To enter the Jaffna area in the northernmost part of Sri Lanka, just like foreigners entering Tibet, you must obtain an invitation letter and an entry permit. Sri Lanka's years of war and the terrorist attacks launched by the Tamil Tigers only ended in 2009, and the war zone was in Jaffna. So, I suddenly realized why there were no ships from India to Jaffna in Sri Lanka; a few years ago, the Tamil Tigers had sunk a Chinese cargo ship.
A female soldier told me: We need to fax your information to Colombo, and you can get the permit to enter Jaffna tomorrow morning, so you have to stay here tonight. I asked the female soldier if Jaffna was safe, and she told me there was no problem; I could go anywhere in Jaffna.
What made me happy was that they provided me with a single room, a soldier helped me make the bed, and told me that if I had any questions, I could come to him. Although the conditions were not good, it was indeed the best, which touched me the most. A night without dreams, high-quality sleep. In the morning, the soldier woke me up and brought me warm milk tea.
Now I am with a Japanese person, an English teacher, heading to Jaffna via National Highway A9.
Yesterday I spent the whole day in Anuradhapura, the oldest sacred city in Sri Lanka. There are many Bodhi trees over a hundred years old, as well as ancient and massive stupas. Most importantly, everything here is so harmonious, peaceful, fresh, and filled with the smiles of the Sri Lankan people. I often stopped to sit in front of small stalls, tasting their snacks, drinking a cup of black tea, chatting with locals, and laughing heartily before setting off again.
It turns out that the cover of Lonely Planet’s Sri Lanka is at the Saparamadu Stupa in Anuradhapura, a stone stupa over two thousand years old that enshrines the relics of the Buddha.
Indulging in the profound river of history is truly a wonderful life experience, so I am endlessly fascinated.
On the way to the bus station, in a hurry, I randomly hailed a motorcycle. He smiled and gave me a thumbs-up and stopped. He was concerned that I didn’t have a helmet, so he took a detour to his relative’s house to get a helmet for me. When we arrived at the bus station, he asked where I was going. I said I hadn’t decided yet; if there was a bus to Jaffna, I would go to Jaffna; if not, then to Trincomalee; if not, I would go directly to Kandy. He told me it was better not to go to Jaffna because there had been a war there. It seems the years of war have deeply affected them. I wanted to give him 100 rupees for the ride, but he firmly refused, smiling and saying, "I’m just helping you."
Sri Lanka has two very famous and beautiful train routes: the coastal train and the hill country train, which are highlights of my travel experience in Sri Lanka. Yesterday afternoon, because I waited too long for a bus, a local took me to ride the train, where I met a friendly Sri Lankan family. From Anuradhapura to Vavuniya is about 60 kilometers, and the train ticket costs 50 rupees, about 2.5 yuan.
I hope everything continues to be wonderful on my journey through Sri Lanka.