Muhudu Maha Viharaya at Pottuvil – පොතුවිල් මුහුදු මහා විහාරය
Muhudu Maha Viharaya lies in town of Pottuvil boarding the sea in the east cost of Sri Lanka. Pothuvil is a muslim dominated area with very few other nationalities living there. The Muslim community in this area are the decedents of 4000 Muslim families who were given refuge by king Senarath in 1626 following their expulsion from the island’s Western coastal belt by the Portuguese led by Captain de Saa.
Muhudu Maha Viharaya which had been built over 2000 years ago had owned 264 acres during the British rule and by the time this site was gazetted in 1965, the land are has shrunk to 30 acres with over 200 acres grabbed by the Muslims. With the LTTE terrorists chasing away all the Sinhalese from the eastern region, this area went unchecked and by the time the war ended, further 27 acres has been grabbed by the Muslims leaving only 3 acres of Muhudu Maha Viharara (see video).
During the LTTE war and thereafter, a single Buddhist priest has been living here protecting this site Muslim extremist elements who are continuously harassing the priest. When we visited the site the priest talked about the threats of the LTTE, how the surrounding Muslim landowners have pushed the temple boundaries so much that the temple owns only a small piece of land, days that he had lived without a single meal with almost non existent Buddhist community to support the temple, harassment of Muslim politicians, and the apathy of the government to protect the site.
Map of Pottuvil Muhudu Maha Viharaya
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Driving Directions to Pottuvil Muhudu Maha Viharaya
Route 01 from Colombo
Route 02 from Colombo
|Though : Ratnapura – Tanamalwila – wellawaya – Buttala
distance :352 km
Travel time : 8 hours
Driving directions : see on google map
|Though : Hambanthota – Kataragama – Buttala
distance :305 km
Travel time : 8 hours
Driving directions : see on google map
From Arugam bay to the pristine beaches of Panama
It took almost eleven hours from Colombo to Potuvil on the narrow and winding A4 road along the south east coastline of Sri Lanka.
There were four of us; my husband and two of our friends. So far it had been a eventful day. We had watched the antics of a herd of elephants at the Lahugala sanctuary and had stopped to wonder at the historic ruins of the Magul Maha Vihara complex.
As we were approaching Pottuvil, the narrow road cut through acres of luxuriously green paddy fields. A milk white dagoba stood out over the fields framed by coconut and palmyrah trees. At the point at which we turned south towards Arugam bay was a small Catholic church dedicated to St. Anthony.
Our destination was Arugam Bay, a further 2.5kms south of Pottuvil.
We crossed the bridge over the wide lagoon of Arugam Kalapu. The roadside was dotted with hotels, guest houses, restaurants and may have resembled the southern beach line in its early days before tourism became an industry at the cost of the environment and the village culture.
Arugam bay is known as one of the best surf points in the world, popular for its challenging breaker laden waves. It may be one of the only unspoilt beaches in Sri Lanka.
Arugam bay consists of three small villages where fishing and farming are the main occupations. Ullae is a fishing village situated at the corner of the bay with a natural harbour. It consists mostly of a Tamil population. There are a few Sinhalese families as well and the village boasts of both a Sinhalese and a Tamil school. Perie Ullae consists mostly of a Muslim population and has a sub post office, a mosque and a Muslim school. Sinna Ullae also consists mostly of Muslims and has a mosque and a Muslim school.
We booked into our hotel by the beach which offered us spotlessly clean private cabanas with thatched illuk grass roofs. Our Danish hosts welcomed us warmly. (Their homemade ice cream was out of this world) The thundering of the waves could be heard just outside our doors, which drove us to the sea and to a somewhat awkward sea bath, since the breakers show no mercy to amateurs, and we ended up with more sand on us than water.
We decided to spend the rest of the evening sipping cool beer and relaxing in one of the thatched beach huts by the sea. It was a picture perfect evening.
At the far end of the Pottuvil side of the bay, a brilliant rainbow dipped into the sea and then slowly dissolved into nothingness We sat late into the night making small talk and just listening to the roar of the mighty ocean, feeling the wind playing on our hair and watching a million stars begin to twinkle right over our heads and even a few shooting stars for a wish.
At night many fishermen appear from the villages with their lamps and wade into the lagoon to catch prawns. We walked closer to watch them and it was interesting to see them artfully throwing nets, which dazzled like silver dust in the darkness catching the light of their lamps before disappearing into the water. Once the nets were gathered, the prawns were emptied into holes dug in the sand on the shore. Each fisherman had a separate hole and kept his catch in it. Nobody spoke, the only noise was the lapping of the water at their feet, and the swirling of their nets. It was a brisk, serious business of throwing, gathering, emptying their catch and again throwing, gathering and emptying.
The next morning we went in search of the little known Mudu Maha Vihara excavated on the sea coast of Pottuvil. With no sign boards, we had difficulty in finding our way and a friendly young man, whom we learned was a school teacher, volunteered to take us to the site. Amongst massive sand dunes lies the evidence of a lost civilization.
It is said that this is the place where Queen Vihara Maha Devi and her entourage were washed ashore and not at Kirinda. A brick boundary wall of an image house with many stone pillars included a well preserved statue of a Buddha and two Bodhisattva figures can be seen here.
Our new friend explained to us that the remains of many more ruins could be found under the sand dunes. He also showed us around the dunes and explained to us the various plant life. We were surprised at the healthy growth of the many stunted “Kohomba” trees. They were so green in contrast to the buff dunes. Climbing up and down the sand dunes was fun and it was possible due to the rain that had wet the sand and made a hard surface under our feet. The afternoon came to an end with our new friend inviting us to his home for lunch which unfortunately we could not accept due to other plans.
Another place of pristine beauty was the Panama beach which we decided to visit during the evening. The road leading about 17kms to Panama was itself full of contrasts. Flat green paddy lands, small rocky outcrops and shrub lands – a bird watchers’ paradise, marsh and beru grass fields and chena lands blended into each other. At one point we stopped to watch an unusual game of several crows giving chase to two eagles soaring high in the sky and from time to time dipping down as if to bully the poor crows. At another point we stopped to watch an elephant feasting on a meal of beru grass.
The motor road ends at the busy little village of Panama. A gravel road leads on the to the beach passing a graveyard where most of the young soldiers who died in the war were buried. We stopped awhile to read the names, dates of birth and death of these young heroes, children of this humble village who had sustained the war efforts and the safety of millions who would never know to thank them.
The Panama beach itself was a paradise on earth. The sand dunes stretching along the beach made us stop our jeep and walk a short distance to the turquoise sea beach which stretched endlessly without a single sign of habitation. A typical Robinson Crusoe atmosphere. The pink rocks of Panama stood out at the far end of the beach. The evening sunlight made them glow pinker. Here too were monkeys running up and down.
The beach was covered with exquisite marine plant life. It suddenly dawned on us that this may be one of the only beaches left untouched by civilization and pollution. We were mindful not to tread on the plants or drive over them in our jeep. This beach with its abundant plant life must be saved for people to see and admire. It should not meet the fate of the Nilaveli or Passikuda.
We remembered the native American saying, “We did not inherit the earth from our parents, we are borrowing it from our children!”
Suddenly, much to our surprise, the sky darkened quickly. We could not see our jeep. Yes, we were lost amongst the sand dunes in pitch darkness, but yet it was so hauntingly beautiful.