Manny collected us early and a pause for a drink and petrol, we sped along the motorway to the Cameron Highlands turn off. Sped is a word I don't use lightly. I saw the speedo of the Audi touch 180 k/mh, about 110mph. I was checking, yes crash barriers both sides. I was about to experience a best of in my lifetime.
We stopped off at some falls along the way, just as a minibus full of Japanese arrived. Their tour guide was loud. One old man positioned a banana in front of his crotch for a group photo shot.
Wow, we have taken a detour to England.
Even modest housing has Tudor features.
We stopped off a cafe that overlooks a tea plantation. Naturally our refreshment was a cup of the local tea. Now I am more a coffee drinker, but I don't mind tea and I have the occasional cup. I had the best cup of tea I have ever had. I don't know how they do it, but it was just wonderful. The temperature had dropped somewhat and it was quite lovely sitting and overlooking the tea plantation with a fine cuppa.
Meanwhile back in England, we found the Smokehouse.
It was now only 22 degrees and the sun was shining weakly. Even up here, the Indonesians were burning. The Smokehouse garden was lovely.
Of course if you are in England you must have Devonshire tea. No doubt colonial administrators and their families found the climate up here much more to their liking.
That would be Ficus Pimula growing on the stair rail.
Our waiter was an older Indian man. He had an English air about him. He had either lived in England or had watched a lot of English tv. A fly appeared and I gave it the Great Australian Wave. I must apologise Sir. They have used manure fertiliser on the golf course opposite. It is being renovated as the Sultan is not getting any younger and parts were too steep for his golf buggy.
The open windows indicate that we are not in England and cool fresh air is being let in too the guest rooms.
It does get cool enough in the evening to have a fire.
Christmas in July in the dining room.
All good things must come to an end. Manny declared he would never visit the Cameron Highlands again on a Saturday. It took us a about one hour to travel ten kilometres.
We pressed on to Penang. This is the seven kilometre long bridge from the mainland of Malaysia to the island of Penang.