At times the roadsides were teeming with birdlife, as they splashed and bathed in the impromptu wetlands that spring up with every big downpour of rain. Then a few kilometres down the road we would be in dry sparse desert. And then around the corner, we would be in salt plains. And then more lush green surrounds.
Here, there, everywhere!!
As strange as it seems, wild donkeys really do roam the streets of Mannar Island! I don't think reading about it in a guidebook or on the internet can truly prepare you for just how many you will find!
And what really surprised us is that the locals haven't tried to domesticate them for use around their farms. Nor are they necessarily considered holy. They are just left alone to do as they please.