Polonnaruwa, Sri Lanka
Polonnaruwa was one of my favorite towns in Sri Lanka. It’s an abandoned royal city, and my loyal readers will know that I have a strange obsession with abandoned places. It’s also exceptionally well-preserved, and the sleepy layer of moss that covers the ruins seems to have protected it from the passage of centuries.
We rode bicycles through the ruins, and as we wandered through all the various temples and plazas, I couldn’t help feelings like Indiana Jones. People in Asia always give me strange looks when I say that, because they literally could not care less about the greatest adventure film ever, and nobody seems to understand why I would compare myself to an unkempt, disorganized archaeologist who growls a lot.
Anyway. I spent a good twenty minutes taking photographs of a white langur monkey who sat stuffing his face with leaves. He couldn’t have been happier, and frankly, I felt the same way. It was only later that I read about my friend’s rather disastrous encounter with a male monkey of the same species...oh well.