Wednesday 19th March
We have news of 2XS.
Mick and Janice went aboard to check for leaks, and to give the poor
abandoned boat a hug from us…One does get very attached to a boat…They said all
was well, no dampness, nothing untoward.
Today we are
leaving yet another cosy nest…Planters Hotel has become very familiar and
comfortable. Especially since Pete
complained, very politely, about the ghastly smell emanating from the bathroom…
We got upgraded immediately to a bigger, better room with a rather more fragrant
ablutions facility.
Another beautiful Islamic calligraphy. No I don't know what anything means; I think it is all just beauty.. |
We are taking a
minivan across to Gua Musang, and from there hope to catch the 11am train
through the jungle, as far as Gemas. And
from there we will get ourselves, somehow, to Molucca/Melaka.
Early this morning
we had breakfast at our favourite Indian restaurant, Kumar’s, in the main
street. Roti and eggs – it
couldn’t have been more delicious! I
tried to get a photo of the roti wizard in action but…he is so fast it was a
blur!
Last night we
decided to stay in the Highlands one extra day, because we had missed out,
really, on all of the sights. Pete
booked us onto a 4 hour morning tour, for 25 ringgits (approx. $8) each. It was just wonderful. A nifty little 20-seater bus, a serous,
knowledgeable driver/guide, and LOTS of variety…
First stop was the
butterfly farm.
I didn’t want to
go…have been to several very wonderful butterfly farms… But it was on the agenda, so out we trooped. And it was in
fact all very interesting.
There were stick
insects
Lizards
and yes
butterflies!!
I made a bit of an
exhibition of myself by shuddering faintly all the way around the displays on
the lower level because I knew there were large hairy spiders waiting to be
admired… I left that level very swiftly and took photos of hibiscuses…
Tarantulas took pride of place…But there was a darling frog which looks like a leaf:
Next stop a bee
farm. Our guide told us about the two
sorts of bees producing honey in this region.
Ordinary honey bees, and tiny black sting-less bees. The latter produce very medicinal honey
which, he said, narrowing his eyes at Pete and me, is VERY good for oldpeople
with rheumatic aches and pains. (Yes, I
bought some…)
The strawberry
farm was interesting.
The fruit are all
grown in coconut husk fibre, on benches – SO easy to pick – no achey backs for
the workers. We picked some, and ate
them then and there.
The BOH tea
plantation was a highlight.
It produce most of
the tea consumed in Malaysia, with some premium stuff left over for
export. J.A (James Archibald) Russell, a
Scot, began the BOH plantations in 1929, and the company is still run by his
descendants. There is a little village
for the workers
with a school, three churches (temple, mosque, church,) and a company store. Some of our sailing friends told us that their driver in the Highlands came from this planation. His parents worked there and didn’t leave the plantation even ONCE for seventeen years… The little village met all of their needs, and they were probably too exhausted, on their day off, to think about trudging down the road to Brinchang or Tanah Rata.
We had a quick
tour of the factory, and then – yes! A cup of tea in the café overlooking the
valley.
The Highlands
produce a large amount of the fruit, vegetables, flowers and tea for
Malaysia. A lot of the countryside is
swathed in plastic…
And where there
isn’t plastic, there are enormous hotels, hundreds of them. On the hillsides
And in clusters
There must be
accommodation, literally for millions of people. Our driver said, At the weekend, we are full.
Pete and I cannot believe this…
Next stop was a
flower farm, of sorts. They have a green
rose growing there our driver said it is regarded as the ugliest flower in
Malaysia.
There were lots of
other flowers, small curly roses, mostly.
But most of the display was…WHY??? – plastic flowers.
And life-size
statues next to which one could be photographed…Like this one:
and these Bambis
of the Forest.
We were perfectly
fascinated.
We thought the tour was over but no! There was still, of course, a temple to visit. (There is always a temple…)
I was very pleased
to see these contented dogs lying in the road near the temple. You don’t see many dogs, in these
predominantly Muslim countries…
In case anyone is
worried about me and my finances, now my visacard has been frozen and is being
checked for fraud – all is well; I have help from the HeadlamBank!
I am going to cheat and put this up on blogspot now,
although it is still Tuesday – we will be rushing around like mad things
tomorrow and trying to rush through cyberspace is very bad or my health and
temper.
The plaster animals you used to sell would have fitted in beautifully there; "it's Bully with a patch on his eye!"
ReplyDeleteI think Bully was there, lurking behind some wreaths!
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