π There was a time when we climbed the Colombo Fort in the evening, we saw the sunlight in the morning from a heaven surrounded by foggy green mountains πποΈππ₯΄β€οΈπ
πΊ Listen, the night post of Udarata Manike, which is parked on the second stage, is leaving for Badulla in a short while.... πIn the evening, the people who were on stage with the sound of speaker at the Colombo Fort Station act like an ant pile has flown, on the Uttar Dumiriya road as well as those who go to the North Dumiriya route get into the Dumiriya to quickly reach their village grounds.
Crowded smoke is moving fast, more people descend from Polgahawela Station while people travelling to Kandy and Badulla give a sigh of relief to the people going to Kandy after 12 R.O.M. people in Dumiri who slowly pulls to Kandy sleep more hard. Flagers are still awake not knowing what is happening, the moonlight is getting colder by little.
Even the metal that climbs the mountain passing Hatton, Nanuoya, Pattipola, even the coffee and wade sellers go cold through the temples. The sun shines slowly through the fog as I approaches Idalgashinna Haputale, surrounded by green mountains and the bird songs, the smoke drawn to Badulla to see the end of the 12-hour journeyβ€ (Warning for some people, a long flight from Katunayaka to Melbourne You may think) But the night Badulla Dumiriya is a different fun π β€οΈ πͺ π±π° π― π
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