Jaffna Offshore Islands
Warning, some graphic content
Fertility Temple |
These last couple of months, we have been in Jaffna more
often than not and so on weekends and left to our own devices, we explore. Our explorations are also driven by the realization
that the sand in the egg timer is running out and we don’t have a lot of time
left to explore this strange area of Sri Lanka that we currently call home.
In June, when our VSO friends were visiting from
Trincomalee, we hijacked their van and attempted to reach Delft Island, the
closest point in Sri Lanka to India.
Although the Lonely Planet warned of an “intermittent ferry” we set out
on the one hour drive to take our chances with the ferry schedule. As luck would have it, the ferry to Delft was
cancelled that day. However, as luck
would have it, oceans of people were at the Ferry Terminal to go to Nangadeepa
Island, where an impressive 18 day festival was going on at the Naga Pooshani
Amman Kovil.
This temple, built right on the beach and directly in front
of the ferry dock is a fertility temple.
Yup. Complete with many fertility
symbols. Hindu worshippers embarked in an unseaworthy crafts looking
suspiciously like refugee boats and people were loaded in the hold like a slave
ship. We, the white folk, were escorted
to a sleek navy craft and offered seats in the state room, behind the
captain. No extra fee – just white
folk.
Fertility Troll |
Fertility symbols |
We disembarked, gave alms to a few temple beggars, munched
bad popcorn and snooped out the temple.
A huge chariot pulled by 2 ropes, each the girth of my waistline (quite
girthy) is apparently pulled into the sea at some point over the 18 days. We
were not witness to that spectacle, but heard loud clanging music, and saw
pregnant trolls and horse penises. I missed taking photos of the statues of
cows and goats with fruit for testicles.
These statues were located inside the jammed packed temple and photos
were not allowed inside. It was glorious:
baudy, rich and colourful. We were
directed to the slave hold for the trip back to the mainland.
Chariot that is pulled into the sea |
A week later, we tried to go to Delft. We took the government bus to the ferry
terminal and missed the ferry by 10 minutes.
As we had some friends from Kandy along, we again went to
Nangadeepa. The festival was shut down,
the chariot and the horses all boxed up and put away. It just wasn’t the same.
Last weekend, we made it to Delft. It is intriguing. The Island, built on an ancient coral reef,
has not a bucket of soil on the entire island.
Coral stone fences are strung like Algernon’s maze all across the tiny
island demarking property lines, much like you imagine the stone hedges in
Scotland to look like. The coral stone,
on close inspection is mostly brain and fan coral.
Brain and Fan Coral |
A small and ruined Dutch Fort exists along with a pigeon
hold for carrier pigeons and the old fort hospital. An ancient Baobab tree exists on the island
which, when I measured it, it was greater than the girth of my waistline. It was eleven of my arm spans around the
trunk. It is one of the few places
outside of Africa where this tree thrives.
Wild ponies, descendant from Dutch steeds roam the barren, rocky
plain. To return, we climbed aboard
another ferry boat and motor scootered back to Jaffna in the desert heat. It was a good day.
Carrier Pigeon Roost inside old Dutch Fort |
Coral Fence |
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