highland fling

The Malays and Singaporeans go nuts for the Cameron Highlands and my “extensive” public polling (read: hastily-formed presumption) leads me to believe that this is attributable to one factor: it’s cold; apparently never above 25 degrees. It is often described in tourist literature as a “hill station”, which conjures up images of the sort of place where infirm colonials would be sent to recover. And hence, an appropriate location for us to regain our strength after the excesses of KL.

But the immediately apparent downside of the CH’s popularity is the proliferation of enormous and mostly hideous apartment complexes to cater for weekenders from more hellish climates. Nothing like having your panoramic view of the lush, emerald green hillscape obstructed by a 20-storey, mock-Tudor high rise monstrosity.

Thankfully, there remain pockets of glorious countryside unmarred by concrete and we loved our hike through the Boh tea plantation, powered by visions of tea and scones awaiting us at the fairly impressive cellar door-style operation in the valley. Plus, as children of staunchly Anglo-Australian upbringing, we felt a sense of overarching duty to pay homage to the corduroy striped hills of tea goodness.

As an aside, CH also gave us ample opportunity to further test our “abandon hope” strategy for catching the bus:

Step 1: make extensive enquiries about the scheduled departure times and frequency of buses for desired destination.
Step 2: promptly arrive at departure point full of enthusiasm for the day’s planned activities.
Step 3: wait around at departure point for interminable period of time, noticing that departure point becomes increasingly hot/dusty/smelly with each agonising minute that passes.
Step 4 (integral step): Abandon hope.
Step 5: Bus arrives. Whoop with joy.

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One Response to “highland fling”

  1. bubba Says:

    It’s me… Bubba.
    The ‘abandon hope’ strategy works.
    I’ve done this many times.
    I did one in Turkey a couple of years ago, spat out the pistachio shells, cursed Ankara’s arrogance, and wondered aloud whether or not it was possible for the righteous to be abandoned.
    Then….

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