Nuwara Eliya is the main town in the Sri Lanka highlands with a population of about 30,000. At almost 1900 metres in elevation the town and surroundings have a much cooler climate than the equatorial dwellers below. Greenery pervades hill country. And what could be more hill country than an evening at The Hill Club, the height of toni-ness in these elevated climes. English and Scottish tea and coffee planters historically dominated the regional economy and established their ‘gentleman’s club’ back in 1876.
The Hill Club adhered strictly to colonial times traditions. At the reception desk particular attention was paid to a gentleman’s haberdashery, the womens’ stylistic taste presumably taken for granted. On an extravagant night out your correspondent was adjudicated at the door for adherence to standards and found to be lacking. But fixable. I was shepherded into a huge closet full of shirts, ties, jackets, and even pants and shoes for the night’s rental. Didn’t enquire about underwear. A hasty metamorphosis ensued and a confident stride into the dining room.
What an entrance! The room was packed with diners, very up-market types, many of the men subjected to the same nightly rental for being properly attired. While navigating my way through the spacious dining hall a frisson of whispering and quiet chuckling preceded more obvious chortling rising to a polite crescendo, the bride-to-be shrinking in mortification at unwanted attention as I charterd a course her way through the tables. A hounds-tooth jacket had been foisted on me with cuffs closer to the elbow than to the wrist, looking as though the potential diner was in fact the dishwasher. A hasty retreat for a more judicious fitting and another re-incarnation in the closet, then back to the table for our most expensive meal in all of Sri Lanka.
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