Kataragama

Kataragama is not so much afestival, more a way of life for the thousands of pilgrims who make the journey by foot, some from as far as Batticaloa. Without its throng of flailing sadomasochists in action this most holy spot on the island as remarkably little of interest to the traveller. Indeed, visit it outside the two-week
period of festivities and you will wonder what brought you here. But during the festival self mortification is the password. There is scorching sand to roll naked on and searing hot coals to walk barefoot over. Some participants prefer to poke a spear through one cheek, skewering the tongue in the process as it passes throughthe other side.

For many the acts of penance don't just start on arrival since they have carried a kavadi, a decorated arched yoke, for up to 160 km (100 miles) without putting it down.

The chanting of the pilgrims,the writhing bodies, the gruesome sounds of the blowing on conch shells, the frenzied beat- ing of drums, the myriad shrines and deities all decked out in profuse garlands and the gaudiest offerings combine to make this festival an unforgettable experience. It brings together Christians, Buddhists, Hindus, Muslims and even the Veddhas to worship here and be part of
the throng.