World’s End is a large cliff in the middle of Horton Plain’s national park. Peeing off it has been one of the more satisfactory experiences of my adult life. You have to trudge through what seems like an active river bed to get there but, God willing the clouds will have parted by then. They say you can see to the sea on a good day. On ours you could see snakey roads and lakes like puddles.
It is, however, a long and rather difficult walk, like 5km there and about 4 or so back, depending how you go. In parts it is amazing, open plains like you never see anywhere else. There are these spiky plant balls with elk (?) roaming in them. We tried to sneak up on some. I broke into a sprint, running on top of the plants without ever touching the ground. Until I fell on my face and scared the samba away.
Coming back it began to get dreadfully, invisibly dark. We crossed some bridges and gradually some some white jacket in the distance, made it home in a stumbling, soggy pack. They made some fried rice, dhal, potato, and chicken which we ate by candlelight in the foggy darkness. Thumpa thump back home down windy misty hills. This is hill country.