Kids make travel better, not worse

“Drink, drink,” urged the old man with the cataract clouded eyes, as {we|we have a tendency to|we tend to} stood at {the base|the bottom} of Lover’s Leap Falls in Sri Lanka’s hill country. {while|whereas} {we|we have a tendency to|we tend to} {gratefully|appreciatively} {filled|crammed|stuffed} our bottles, thirsty after our hike, my youngest pulled out a packet of biscuits and offered it to our new friend. He accepted, patted my son’s hair and suddenly gestured upwards. “Come. I will show you the top.”

A mad scramble up a barely visible cliff track followed, squeezing between rocks and dragging ourselves up ledges by hauling arms, pushing bottoms and grasping protruding roots, until finally we stood at the source of the waterfall, with endless views of Nuwara Eliya before us. Our guide would accept no money from us

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