Habarana Village Hotel's pool where I would start my day, in the isolated, extravagant, yet guiltily refreshing waters, with silver mist coming off the nearby human-made lake and dozens of rare, tropical birds, such as orange eagles and vibrant blue cocas, flying overhead. An indescribable way to start our climb of Srigiriya Rock. As we made our way through the stagnating water gardens and now defunct fountains, we tried to imagine the decadence of this palatial paradise, some 2000 years before.
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