In 477 AD, Kashyapa, the Buddhist King Dhatusena's son by a non-royal consort, seized the throne from his father and killed him, following a coup assisted by Migara, the King’s nephew and army commander. The rightful heir, Moggallana, fearing for his life, fled to South India. Afraid of an attack by Moggallana, Kashyapa moved the capital and his residence from the traditional Buddhist capital of Anuradhapura to the more secure Sigiriya. Sigiriya was then developed into a complex city and fortress.
He built his palace on top of the rock and decorated its sides with colorful frescoes. On a small plateau about halfway up the side of this rock he built a gateway in the form of an enormous lion.
I've learned over time to be less wary of guides. When Lal made a beeline for our car as we pulled into the completely deserted parking lot, I suppressed my immediate instinct to turn him away. Not only was I sympathetic to Lal's plight (there hadn't been many visitors, much less foreign tourists, to the site since the beginning of the pandemic), but I remembered how much value our guide in Egypt added. I'm glad we decided to let Lal join us. I'm not sure how much choice we had; I'm sure he wouldn't have taken 'no' for an answer.
The kids were riveted. The trip was the type of adventure their pandemic life had a been lacking, hanging on to the side of a cliff, scaling rickety metal stairs that threatened to come unriveted from the rock face at any moment. Not to mention the near bee attack, fleeing monks, orange robes flapping behind them, cobras and pythons. The entire experience was harrowing, thrilling, electrifying in a way nothing we'd done since the pandemic started was.