Our resort in Kitulgala was in complete wilderness and it did take a while for us to settle in, but once we got accustomed to the constant buzzing of the crickets and the rustling of the trees, I cannot deny how much our over worked minds enjoyed unwinding to the sounds of nature.
As a result it took us four hours (the next morning) to realize that we had not only over slept but had also snoozed our phone batteries to death and worst of all, I had missed my chance to go white water rafting for which I signed up the day before.
I jumped out of bed and rushed to check if any alternate arrangement could be made, practicing my puppy dog eyes on the way. I was either successful at pulling it off very well or it was my morning face that did the trick. I like to believe the former though, but either way I got myself a vacant spot for the white water rafting scheduled for two hours later. *yayyy*
It was like a new feeling of excitement altogether. I could suddenly feel the blood rush back to my feet as I walked back to my room ecstatically and also hear my intestines growl like a mad dog because we had obviously missed breakfast too. While I figured out this unique (and totally legit) mix of emotions, a lady called out to me to inquire my plans for breakfast. Her sweet voice sounded sweeter than the birds in the jungle and I realized that everything had started to fall into place and I might have not woken up on the wrong side of the bed after all.
Have you ever been so excited that the feeling is hard to contain and you feel the urge to do something crazy. Well that is how I exactly felt after I finished devouring a very traditional Srilankan breakfast and with an hour still left at my disposal.
Right next to the dining area I noticed a sign that said Z-I-P-L-I-N-I-N-G and that is when I decided to call wrath upon myself.
I checked with the gentleman on the reception, (with my face washed and my unruly hair tied properly this time) and he said it is on the other side of the river and doable before I leave for the white water rafting.
He sounded convincing and before I knew I was climbing a ladder for some harmless adventure to treat myself with a mild dosage of déjà vu.
The experience did not last very long and it was time for me to get down. The instructor placed a three feet high barrel underneath my feet and started to unfasten my harness. Yes a barrel!!!
Everything from this point onwards felt like a crazy blur. I could feel the temporary arrangement shaking but before I could express my concern my harness had already been removed. I obviously lost my balance and fell flat on my face, fracturing my ankle.
I don’t remember hearing the bone snap but the sight of my foot hanging loose by the skin still sends chills down my spine.
I needed urgent medical attention but the real challenge was how to get me to it and for that part of the story you will have to come back next week because that is enough goosebumps for today.