Glimpses of Kandy and its British Past

We wandered, aimlessly at first, around the hill town of Kandy. It was the old capital of the county and is now a World Heritage City. A complete circuit of the central lake (Muhada Wewa) brought us to the arcaded Queens Hotel gleaming white in the sunshine in the centre of town. opposite, a white milepost says 72 miles to Colombo.

img_3497

Now the hotel is dated, a once grand lady is now merely old. The fabric of the armchairs in the airy reception is rubbed smooth. The carpets are threadbare and there’s no afternoon tea. It is disappointing.

Yet, it was somewhat satisfying to discover the Sri Lankans still harboured some nuggets of their uncomfortable past with the British. In 1903, this hotel was promoted as: ‘A hotel of the highest class…best situation in the town… two large drawing rooms, a billiard room with three tables… with electric light… accommodation for 150 visitors. Tours to the intending visitors to Dambulla, the buried cities of Anuradhapura and Polonnaruwa…Single room 3Rs, Double Room 5Rs.’

Inside the hotel, in dusty display cabinets, we found old newspapers relating the visit of the Prince of Wales in 1876. ‘From there the Serapis sailed to Ceylon, where the Duke of Sutherland surprised their hosts with his engineering skills, driving the royal train round that dizzy promontory the ‘Sensation Rock.’ At some point the Duke also tightened up a coupling with all the skill and proper application of strength. The Prince proved himself in a more predictable way, by performing well in a bloody and triumphalist elephant shoot. This provoked controversy in the British press because elephant-hunting had only recently been banned by the colonial government. But it served to confirm his princely status: Shooting an elephant was a public act, a performance where the prince was a principal actor: he must be seen to kill the great beast,’ wrote Ridley.

We emerged into dazzling busyness of tuk-tuks, cars, mopeds and noisy diesel buses on D.S Senanayake Veediya. We wandered around noticing the streets had two names. On Yatinuvara Veediya, I saw half-hidden beneath posters and blue paint an old sign for Brownrigg Street.

img_3496

General Sir Robert Brownrigg brought the last part of Sri Lanka under British rule in March, 1815. He acquired the Kingdom of Kandy through an agreement with the help of defecting ministers of the Kandyan King, and annexed it to the British crown. The treaty was historically known as “Kandyan Convention”. I thought in 1815 we were busy with Napoleon, but then anything was possible within the imperial British sphere.

We visited old churches with round plaques indicating their status as a ‘Conserved Building’. Scots Kirk had a calm and shady garden behind the church in the middle of the bustling city, while at St Paul’s Church a helpful man welcomed us but persisted in talking despite the “Silence Please” notice in the central isle. We walked away but donated Rs100 as I felt guilty of rudeness.

On Raja Veediya, formerly King Street, we discovered the Royal Bar and Hotel. How well have they renovated the hotel. Three gentle curved arches shaded the entrance. Inside, lay a renovated view of Britain’s colonial past – an open courtyard surrounded by a first floor verandah and a dining room with a central grand piano! In keeping with the sense of history, the ‘boardroom’ had a series of maps, posters and photos of old Ceylon. Khaki and white sola topis hang on the wall as reminders of the British fear of the sun. We will return later for dinner.

But Kandy is not all British history. It is full of Sri Lankans getting on with daily life, shopping and trading. There shops for everything and only one or two bigger shops like Cargills Food City. Mostly, we saw single shops with colourful names: R+D Stores, New Trading Company, Bimputh Finance, Samgagi Furniture, New Fancy Mahal, and everywhere advertisements for Airtel in white letters on a red background and Amritha incense sticks in greens and blues. The shops proclaim their offerings in squiggly Sinhalese, curvy Tamil and plain English.

In front of the Amal Gram Store, black amplifiers block the entrance, by Milgro – Earthbound Creations – ladies’ dresses and saris hang in colourful profusion. Kandy has everything and it feels right, like the old Tooting market of my youth. It encourages you to shop. We buy a pair of elephant pattern trousers for two-year old Ivy, after haggling the vendor down from 350 to 200 rupees.

We lunched in the Delight Bakers & Sweet Bar. A young Sri Lankan waiter led us to the only empty table at the back of the cafe/bakery. We were the only white faces. We explained we wanted some items from the front display. From the glass case, we chose a pea and a vegetable samosa and trimmings along with two cakes, plus two cups of Ceylon tea. All for a meagre total of Rs420. I gave the waiter Rs500 and said, ‘Keep the change,’ reflecting that I had passed beggars in the street with deformed legs and denied them a single rupee, yet to a young, fit, salaried waiter, I give eighty rupees.

Earlier, we had had two cups of coffee in the tourist Old Empire Hotel (nice building) for Rs875!

In the evening, we dined in the simple charm of the Royal Bar and Hotel. In classic Lloyd Loom armchairs, we sat across from a table of twelve Germans enjoying beers and conversation at the right level of amplitude. Our simple meal of well prepared saffron rice and chicken was excellent and a relief from the intensity of the group buffet.

img_3433

The tuk-tuk home to the Thilanka Hotel cost Rs300. Even there the suspicions of the Edwardian era lingered. The entry hall’s original yellow glazed tiles portraying Nymphs with tambourines still clung to the walls.  Another showed a gloved fist with a hatchet above the motto Esse Quamvideri.

Perhaps it summed up the once British town and keeper of the Buddha’s tooth: To be or rather to seem (to be) is the question for Kandy.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s