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by Florence Wickramage Dusk had fallen and the thick mist was rapidly enveloping the landscape
and the winding road uphill was hardly visible save for the fog lights
guiding our path to Horton Plains. As we reached the plains, silhouetted
against the falling dusk and peering at us through the thick mist were
groups of Sambur having a last meal before retiring for the night. Our
eyes feasted on this delightful spectacle as we drove along slowly to the
Park Bungalow which was to be our shelter for the night. Other Stories
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