The Haunted Forest
Coming off the Devil’s Staircase, and descending the north face of the Haputale Ridge, toward’s Ohiya, we turned a bend and ran into this dense patch of mist. It was almost midday, but the mist hung there, unmoving. A few hundred metres on, it disappeared. On the way back, an hour later, the mist was still there, waiting, beyond a bend in the road. This time, we dismounted our truck and walked through it. Dense and still, it seemed to defy the sun. And it was quiet, which was unusual in Sri Lanka. No birds or insects. Around another bend, and it was as if the mist had never been. Looking back was like looking into a gloomy room from a sunny street. Shot on assignment for Serendib, the inflight magazine of SriLankan Airlines. My story, The Devil’s Staircase, appears in the March 2017 issue.