Devil's Staircase (Ohiya)

From 8 pm onwards, the illicit comrade was able to reach the Ragama Smoke Station only because of a technical fault. The postal train which started on the road was delayed for about 2 hours. The group of four of us made our way to Badulla much more annoyed.
Two more people from Veyangoda and one from Peradeniya grew to seven.

Due to the problem of the smoke, the smoke had to pass through the mountains as if it had no light at all. It was a traumatic experience for us and others.

At 8:30 in the morning, our group stopped by the hookah, slept, drenched in the cold, snacked, and stopped at the Omya smoke station with a 4-hour delay, choking us for 12 hours and a minimum temperature of 15 ° C ...

All the preparations for the start of the journey began with the sprinkling of hot coffee and hot coffee in a small tea shop near the Ohiya stop in the fog. It was 9 o'clock in the morning when I and six of my companions, taking off their coats and covers and several bags of luggage, started off on the small tarmac road leading from Ohiya to Horton Plains. How fun it was to have to walk through the fence trees on a road that had risen five hundred feet above sea level in an unseen dimension of sunshine ... ??

About 5 or 6 kilometers down the mountain we came across a Y shaped corridor. One side of it leads to the beautiful Horton Plains and the other towards the Devil's Stairs. Our choice is second.

About 500 meters from there, we headed towards the Devil's Staircase. Looking straight ahead, we saw the path we were on. It was a startling thing for us. Because the legs are adorned. The road that is supposed to be 20km long is in front of our eyes. Don't be surprised to see it is a small map.

We took a few pictures and set off on that long journey, with the team breaking up into three sections. Goat herds, herds of cattle, and the rare Tamils ​​who rarely meet our country, have been very comforting in our journey, because of their honest explanations of our destination ...

We found a small settlement called the Little Village, or "Lime," after taking another 3 kilometers.
According to the directions received from the residents
We fell a short steps away from a deserted, mysterious-looking old tea factory, only to find that the journey was exhausting. Enough to eat. We have been providing them with the energy they need to help our little ones stay in their homes.

After about 2 more km we were again set to walk down a mountain. Some of our colleagues went up the challenge with raincoats. On one side we climbed a steep slope and the other about 6 feet wide with a small gravel road. The waterfall that looked off the left bank slope was beautiful enough to catch our eye. But we couldn't find the name of that waterfall. We spent a short time there, feeling that we had reached the top of the mountain.

There were no human beings on that route. The weather was about 14 degrees Celsius. We were lucky enough to cross a beautiful waterfall for about 2km. We were walking down a steep slope. The bridge on the road is free of wooden fences. From there, we had to travel another kilometer from there to the time when it was almost 3 pm ... and we were trampled by a very wet weedy grass for a ride. All the colleagues decided that it was useless to take another step. On the other hand, no one had the guts to move. Because the steps were taken in the middle of a long, cold rain


We had to spend a couple of hours trying to get our food and paper in the dining room, because the ground conditions were too wet, and the water was soaked in the air. The rain was on the inside of the tents because the rain had hurt us all day. Occasionally our dakaṭa fell exactly crazy weird bruises arouse Hu middle. It was so bad to sleep in a tent in the cold on a night when the cold hurricane rain on a mountain was so invisible that I could barely see one hour ... or our first night.

As we discussed earlier, we woke up in the cold at five o'clock in the morning because we had to travel for many more miles. We slept soundly, untied, and unloaded our tents. The lack of rain is truly a hassle ... 2 or 3 kilometers from there. It is a very difficult road to travel. Legends say that this event is called the demon staircase because of the difficulties and the fact that the people of the surrounding villages have left the area. The stairway is only a 6 to 7 foot wide road, but there is a path to any other village. The more difficult one is climbing. Our next target was Bambarakanda Falls

We have now passed the terrifying and mysterious terrain of the Devil's Staircase. Now we have to go back on a steep slope. It has fallen again on a muddy road with very small houses. That narrow, narrow road leads us many miles away. In front of the high ground where we stand, the mountain of Wangendigala protects this area. It is the watchman of this area. It's past 8 in the morning. We had spent several minutes watching the scene. Two of our colleagues had washed their teeth and cleaned the road ahead for several kilometers. ❤️

"How comfortable are the pigs?"
Their illustration.

Back in the sunshine of the Apikuda sun, they had descended into the former Lime settlement and had traveled for another three kilometers, listening to their path. In the meantime, a small devalaya, the taste of the journey was much more ... e
Since then, no human group has been visible.
On one side of the slope, at the end of the slope, there is a mountain again. Vangadigalai. Two or three waterfalls appear from the distance. We looked at it. We were surrounded by the coldest fog, surrounded by trees unknown to us. Recall a movie that paved the sandy road

On one of the bends of the sandy trail, there was still a trail of rocks. When was it going to roll down? Anyway, we rode down the wet slope with a difficult journey, falling down. We finally have Sri Lanka's tallest waterfall, the Bambarakanda Falls.
The starting point appeared in the minds of all colleagues in terms of words that cannot be explained in a word.

It was 11 o'clock in the morning.
We were able to light the fire with the addition of finesse. It was a good sappayam. ❤️❤️

We spent some time there and then back to the area where we came across the sandy road that came up from the top of the Faynes trees.

We have to recall that a villager mentioned earlier that he had to go to Wangedigala starting place to go to Lanka Falls.

We have no knowledge of the path to follow, otherwise we must get down to the present slope. As we descended the steep slope of Mount Vangadigala, the journey began. All of us were subjected to repeated attacks. In the meantime, we were able to get ready with a pea special. In addition, the strange lime tree that we found was a source of relief to the crocodile attacks. "

Somehow, that slope ends at Wangedigala. Between that slope and the Wangedigela, we realized that the stream flowing through the rocky plains of the plateau was the top of the Lanka Falls. Because we have come to the very top of it. We do not know how far along the stream to go. However, on the plateau between the slope and the Wangedi rock opening, we came to the side of the wooden bridge over a wooden bridge without wooden fences. "

From there, the yellow strap-like shrubbery wandered around the mountain a little uphill and we followed the foot of the mountain to find it in the same area of ​​Lanka Falls. But we came to the other side of Mount Vangadigala.