Just saying

Okay guys. I have to say it. I really don’t know why everybody is always picking on the greeks.
They may have invented the labyrinth and “chaos” may be a greek word but the Italians have found great interpretations for both of these things! If you don’t believe me, catch a train to Rome airport and fly to Athens airport! (In case you can find your checkin desk, which is hidden behind a huge pillar, leaving no space for a queue so that you might very well end up with the folks of the neighbouring checkin, going to Singhapur😉
“Greek time” turns out to be quite similar to “Italian time”.
And the greek driving? Obliging and orderly by sri lankan standards! Also by these standards, Greeks are masters in selfreflection, blessed with a great sense of self-efficacy.
I have been expressing my amazement about the seemingly omnipresent ability and willingness of the greek people to communicate in english before and I have to do so once more. It might come in  direct consequence of the characteristic the greek people pride themselves maybe the most with: their hospitality. I also find that effortless, heartfelt kindness towards strangers unmatched and I hope they can carry it through all the floods of tourists, currents of hate-propaganda and waves of austerity!

Obviously this paragraph is full of stereotypes and generalisations and it is probably mainly to say that I miss my greek folks without saying at all that I don’t like the italian guys around me. On the contrary: I would advise every girl looking for a boyfriend to come to the Lampedusa sea turtle group. I have rarely met so many sweet and funny boys in one spot. And they all can cook superwell! On the other hand, it’s obvious, isn’t it? They are turtle people, how can they not be cool?!?! 😉

Cutta Cutta Caves and Aboriginals

Here are some pictures from the Cutta Cutta Caves close to Katherine, which I couldn’t upload yesterday and had visited the day before.


As the Nitmiluk park, they are on the land of the Jawoyn people. One of the c.a.300 groups of Aboriginals in Australia. How that works with the indigenous people: I haven’t quite figured it out yet. Sometimes I feel the Austaliens haven’t either. Everybody seems to make a big point aknowledging that the indigenous people were here first and have suffered great wrong since the colonial powers invaded their land. (Like in Germany, there was a program in place before the 2nd World war, to prevent “mix-breed” children and to take those ones that were born, away from their families) There are even signs infront of supermarkets and companies saying that the ancient beliefs of those groups and their spiritual sites are respected.

But further than that, the non-indigenous people (not all of them are white) seem not quite sure how to fit them in. And they themselves don’t seem to know either. As a visitor in northern territory, you meet them everywhere and they don’t appear agressiv nor are they treated like that (from what I could see). But one can tell that they are living according to another code. They speak their own 300 different languages and that very loudly over big distances, prefer walking barefoot, apparently have another understanding of time and seem to rather stay amongst themselves. Despite numerous support programs and action plans the majority seems to live off federal welfare and on the margin of society. Of WESTERN society anyway.
I read a novel by some American* who claims to have lived with one tribe in the Outback. If half of what she says is true, those people have an incredible ability to live with and in nature and as a peaceful, respecting, spiritual society with almost no hierarchies and no sense for competition. Which is why after the first page already the sad thought crept over me that these people will never find a place in the present majority-society. And why should they want to at all?
But what else? Apparently there are only a few tribes left that (can) indeed live in the inhospitable Outback. Often the land conceded to them is not the best in quality and only a fraction of what was originaly theirs. (A lot of them don’t understand how a human being can actually think that a piece of earth can be owned by anybody, by the way)
Maybe they have the best chances to survive the comming natural disasters or a big war, as they are nondependend on any technology. Or maybe they are the first ones to perish because of that. And what if all this doesn’t arrive fast enough?
And what about the ones that are living in the cities already? Whose traditional and spiritual knowledge and understanding gets lost without being replaced by something else?
Indigenous people have a big range of special rights in Australia. For example are they allowed to harvest turtle eggs in aknowledgment of the fact that this had always been a part of their nutrition and that they would only take as much as they need for themselves and never in amounts that are potentially harmful. But what if they do now? Or if the rest of the idiotic world has impacted turtles that much, that EVERY amount is harmful?

*Mutant message Down Under by Marlo Morgan,
I found out later that the book is much criticised by the Aboriginals themselves as well as by ethnologists. That doesn’t change the questions that arise while reading it, though.

Ratnapura

Well, this city and I did not become friends.
After I had to visit the town Ella, as it is named like PaV and my godchild, Ratnapura was on the way back to the Kapurusinge-home. The busride there was really nice. It led through the mountainous area of Ella with its dark green tea plantations and its paddy fields. Then there were forests that looked almost like German ones with conifers and foliage-covered floors. And going down the serpentines, one had a great view, reaching almost as far as to the sea.
But when the bus came to a halt and the headwind stopped, the jungle-climate hit once again (31°C and 84% humidity). And little later the smell of the room I had booked. I spare you the details but I turned around and left (the responsible person on the phone told me something about an “outpost” of the original hotel and that they could give me a better room for double the price). Unfortunately, the next hostels I found didn’t get better and after the third one, I had to come to realize that Ratnapura is the most expensive city I had been in so far while at the same time being the most unattractive.
So, staying in a shabby flophouse: check.
Eating at (also expensive and shabby) KFC because there was no other food place around: check.
Insinuating comments yelled out of several cars driving by: check.
After the hostel-owner had knocked on my door the next morning to ask if I could leave now, I found out that the Tuk-tuk driver of last night had taken a detour, so he could charge me 3 times the price. The “restaurant” next to the gem-museum in which I had planned to have breakfast sold me a dry toast-sandwich and a tea (the only thing they had) for the price of a whole dinner and when I finally found the bus to go back to Panadura, a guy in front of it told me there were no seats anymore. By that time, I didn’t listen to anything people (well, men) told me anymore and got in the bus anyway. And, oh wonder, there was still plenty of space!
I think I got all the objectionable contemporaries they warn you about in Sri Lanka in one and a half days 😉
So my only visit that day stayed the little museum where I got a private tour through the world of gems (Ratnapure means “city of gems” and Sri Lanka is quite rich in sapphires, rubies, topaz, moonstones and others). The exhibition didn’t include a duplicate of the queens’ crown as I had read in the guide book but the guy was very nice, knowledgeable and patient.
Turns out there is something like a “birth stone”, according to the month one was born in. Mine apparently is amethyst.
At the end of the tour the thought crossed my mind, that if PaV was there, we would probably start having a fight now, because he would want to see the showroom to see if they had “something nice for my girlfriend” while I would tell him that I always lose my jewellery in the long run and that I don’t want him to buy things just like that. Obviously, I would find something nice and then he would grumble at me for my (in his eyes) complete incompetence in bargaining.
So I went and got me a ring. Probably for double the price Pav would have.