monkeycrap's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You don't have to be great in order to start, but you've gotta start in order to be great. Big shout out to everyone. I know, this entry is way overdue. Oh well. Anyway, just returned from a 3 day trip to cameron highlands, malaysia. It was superb. Refreshing, to say the least. It was just me, my mum and aunt. Which meant that i had a lot of time to myself throughout the trip. Initially, I kinda wanted the trip to be one where i did some pondering, reflecting, one where i could get some answers to the burning questions, one where i could get some insights on what the meaning of life was. Well, of course i didn't gain any answers, but i gained 2kg though. And of course neither any pondering nor reflecting was done, unless 'pondering' or 'reflecting' mean 'eating 24/7' in the malaysian language. But i ain't complaining. After all, there really isn't much to think about, considering the fact that my ability to process thoughts have undergone military deterioration. To put it simply, i'm just more superficial than i look. Anyway, here are some highlights. DAY 1: It's not my first time visiting this place. I'll be the first to admit, it's a boring place, and there's really nothing to do here. But one thing that hits me is the simplicity of life here. I see the people here, carefree and genuinely happy, and i envy them. Then again, maybe not. They probably have worries and problems of their own, just like every one of us. Anyway, walked around the town, did a little exploring of the markets and foodstalls, when it started pouring. Took shelter in some old coffee shop with a good looking angmoh tourist. Very romantic setting, but i didn't feel anything, maybe cos it was freezing cold and cos of the fact that the angmoh was a guy. Anyway rain stopped, carried on looking around(which is what i did the entire day), munching on street food as i walked. Alcohol was pretty cheap there. Bought a bottle of vodka mudshake and a can of beer, plus a pack of what looked like 5 year old crab crackers, to stock up for that night's euro 2004 match. Slept at 10pm that night, woke up at 2.30am for the match. Wolfed down the pack of crab crackers and bottle of mudshake immediately after waking up. Started puking shortly after. It's real interesting, because i noticed that vodka mudshake in reverse still looks like vodka mudshake, assuming ceteris paribus(cos it smells different when mixed with rotten crab crackers). I would've puked anyway from watching the way France played against Greece. DAY 2: Went to the Boh tea plantation. Watched the tea pluckers going through their laborious routine of harvesting, and getting exploited by the rich tea tycoons. They're really paid peanuts, something like 20 cents per kg. Pitied them. Lesson learnt: To observe is to be blessed. Anyway, bought 7 flavours of teas, 1 packet of colombian coffee beans and 1 of brazilian coffee beans from the tea factory shop outlet. Next, went on a hike through the rainforest. It was a guided tour, one of those land rover adventure tours. Beautiful. The clouds covered the forest, the sound of the strong wind rustling through the vegetation. Made it seem like some enchanted woods in which harry potter will build his retirement home in. After that went to the highest point of Cameron Highlands. This was also the highest point of my trip. Climbed the 4 storey observation tower, obtained a breathtaking view of the entire mountain range. The wind was extremely strong and hence lowered temperatures at the observation tower to about 12 degrees, and the clouds started to fill the bottom of the tower, making you feel like walking on an ethereal ocean. The tower was shaking vigorously due to the wind, and the entire 10 minutes spent up there left me feeling refreshed, amazed, recharged and ready to enter the world of monotony again. Had steamboat for dinner. It's one thing to have steamboat. But to have great tasting steamboat in cold weather, at ridiculously low prices is sheer blissful. Walked the night market after that, ate some more, before retiring for the night. DAY 3: Left for Singapore. It's weird because down there, you laugh at how they can actually lead such simple lives and complain about their slow pace of life. But once you pass the checkpoint and see the Singapore registered vehicles rushing to i-dunno-where, when the humidity starts to hit, you start missing life there. I guess the grass's always greener on the other side. 7:37 a.m. - 2004-06-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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