From Georgetown to Ipoh and as usual we find ourselves 20km out of the city. But this time, instead of paying more for a bus, we hitch a ride off two lovely blokes that aren't even going our way, they just want to help us out. Into Ipoh we go, and after trying the amazing chicken bean sprout (it's what Ipoh is famous for and understandably so!) we're off to the Cameron highlands on the 6pm bus.
Never have I been so pleased to see heavy rain and feel 16 degrees Celsius. To wake up snuggled in a blanket and enjoy a hot shower. It's a funny thing what you miss and take for granted, when living on the equator.
The Cameron Highland's main export is tea and strawberries. Cabbages too, but that's not quite as exciting. You can imagine our daily diet then, with the added bonus of a tandoori place in town which did us an amazing chaana daal a couple of times.
After lounging on a sofa for a whole day, with the rain pattering on palm trees without pause, we whiled away the day with a book, WiFi, recipe writing and free tea, lots and lots of free tea! Stirring occasionally to head down the road for food.
The next day, with restless limbs, it was time to venture out. In a morning and an afternoon we covered a butterfly farm, tea plantation, the tallest mountain in the highlands, a strawberry farm and a very 'mossy forest', the latter being our highlight. Moss drapes from tree limbs, grows on stone and every where else really. A good scene for a Tim Burton film.
With the highlights done and our clothes thoroughly damp it was time to descend to warmer climes. Down a windy road we went at a million miles an hour (not accurate but the general speed an Asian likes to take corners). The guy behind me threw up in a bag, I nearly threw up on Jo, and Jo read her book quietly. The joys of travel sickness. Thank God for those little yellow pills.
Quick stop in KL and on to Malacca. Exciting times ahead!