Cool temps, an English Tudor setting, verdant green hills, temperate flowers, English scones, strawberries and cream… stuff dreams are made of.
For a start, I was smitten with the holiday chalet. It was quintessentially English.
I loved its authentic wooden beams, fireplaces and timbered floors, and readily forgave the occasional creaking floorboard and stiff bathroom door.
I could have been in bonny England. Imagine, even the dog house in the garden was Tudor!
Ivy clung to the walls and window panes, while moss and lichen hugged the roof. Everything was lush and green.
Geraniums, impatiens, fuchsia, and brugmansias added splashes of color to the picturesque garden.
As the rays of the sun streamed through the foliage, it looked almost like paradise on earth.
But even paradise has its thorns.
I stifled a whoop of joy when I found wild mysore raspberry canes.
The ripened berries beckoned, but their vicious thorns held me back – for a second.
I was not about to be deterred and ignored the snaring hooks as I spied a couple of ripe, plump berries.
Maybe being at a higher altitude heightened the senses. Somehow, everything seemed more vibrant and tasted better in the highlands.
Our itinerary was simple – farms and plant centres (and yet more plant centres) interspersed with pit-stops for meals.
The plant stops were definitely non-negotiable.
Now’s the time to take in the lovely fuchsias, camellias, roses, lavenders, herbs and more. And now’s the time to buy some too!
I succumbed to a lavandula dentata, an osmanthus, a drosera aliceae, an eu de cologne mint, a bunch of lycopodiums and a couple of African violets.
I was pleased. I had my plant-fix.
I could skip a meal if it meant I got to see another plant centre. Brave words, since I usually think or plan two meals ahead of time.
Talking about food, I was told that I had to try the scones in Camerons. I love scones, but never had any in all my visits to the highland.
So for the first time, I sampled their English scones with strawberries and cream.
I even tried fruity strawberry scones, strawberry crepes, strawberry tarts and roti strawberry.
It was a good thing I stopped short of getting a strawberry milkshake or juice or it’d probably be coursing through my veins by now.
We had steamboat, as well as fish and chips and chicken chop.
We even had bak kut teh. This was not something we had planned for but was really good - and we had it with the most appetizing tofu I’ve ever tasted.
On the last day, we drove to the Palas tea plantation for a breakfast of scones, tarts and apple pie.
The access road seemed trickier than I remembered, but the view from the tea centre was as lovely as it was before – at least my memory served me well there.
As I packed the bottles of ‘blackberry’ jam I had bought, I filed away treasured memories …
… a field of daylilies,
… brilliant blue strongylodon macrobotrys,
… pendants of thunbergia mysorensis,
… spectacular peach, yellow and white brugmansias,
… striking pyrostegia,
… ripening apples, pears,
wild begonias and orange berries I saw on a hillside.
Finally, we weaved our way down the hill, passing a few indigenous tribal people orang asli who had been collecting firewood.
Some of them had set up stalls selling wild orchids, lycopodiums, bamboo shoots, and parkia speciosa (petai).
As we drove, we saw evidences of landslides caused by the monsoon rains.
The scars were fresh, but thankfully we had near-perfect weather throughout our stay.
In this rainy season, that was nothing short of a miracle.










































