Wednesday, 29 February 2012

Cameron Highlands

Drove from Tanjong yesterday to Cameron Highlands and it's old colonial atmosphere. Strange to see some decidedly English architecture in this environment. The journey up here got more and more jungly and we drove through heavy rain, then above clouds, where the air was full of insect and bird sounds and the roads steamed. The rolling hills of tea plantations are beautiful, iPad photos don't do it justice. Along the way are locals selling baskets and fruit and veg. It's hard to know where they come from as there are no villages until you get near C.H.

The hotel is stunning. Beautifully furnished, with a definite colonial feel. A famous Thai silk magnate, Jim Thompson designed the interior. He is legendary here as he went for a walk in 1967 and disappeared never to be found. We are supposed to be going on same walk in half hour but it's monsoon rain outside, so could be off. We don't intend to disappear however.
Last night there was a log fire in the reading room, which is all dark wood panelling and library shelves. Wasn't necessary as temperature's still near 20 degrees. A man sat playing piano in the lounge, it felt like we should have been in period costume!






And from Pete some interesting facts
Beer from shop. £2 per litre -3 small cans
Beer in hotel. £7. 50 per litre
Wine in room( no tax) £ 24.00 per litre -£18.00 a bottle
Wine in hotel restaurant £75.00 per litre £50.00 a bottle
Petrol per litre.................£0.41 per litre

No that's not a mistake , I'm having to write it down to make sure myself
1.90 ringets per litre.
A trip to the petrol station with our trusty steed, the Nissan sniffy, siflis or whatever collection of consonants is written on the back is a joy.
Erm , is this pump calibrated in sips?
No sir that's right 12 quid for half a tank.....

Distance from motorway to hotel 40 miles, time taken, nearly 2 hours.
Even the map looks like its been drawn with a crayon lby a small child having a tantrum, and you know it's serious when the rain culverts are the size of a small canal, as Sara calmly pointed out.

One final observation for today in the over commercialised world of Jim Thompson here in treetop heaven, he may have been a great silk entrepreneur , but he was a crap map reader.


Tuesday, 28 February 2012

Last day Tanjong Jara

Sitting by pool again, funny how one never tires of it. We don't really want to leave here!
Yesterday we were taken by chef, Ann to a fishing village and market, all very interesting but the photos are on the camera which we can't connect to the iPad frustratingly. She took us on to her village and house which was fascinating - a typical wobbly wooden construction on stilts, her brother next door, cousin at the back of her. She has had a new house of brick built which she showed us around. She has 11 cats called 'Wolfgang and the gang' and reminds me of my Aunty June. Eccentric, slightly barmy.

I will be left with a strong memory of a brightly coloured cockerel crowing loudly on a gate post in her village.

We have no idea what future Internet connections we will get after we leave Tanjong tomorrow, so blog may go quiet.




Ann and a ray


Saturday, 25 February 2012

Malaysian hospitality

This resort is so tranquil, the people so gentle and laid back. Watched the trained coconut gatherer monkey doing his job at breakfast this morning- at one point he yawned widely, obviously thoroughly bored with all this!

These little hidey holes are dotted all around the resort you can lie on a double bed overlooking the sea and someone will pop up with iced water for you. Such luxury.





Improving waistline

It seemed quite a good idea to book full board, as we might be miles from anywhere unable even to get a cheese sandwich,however after only a day and a half of Malayan delights it is beginning to seem foolhardy. The days start with an enormous breakfast followed by some strenuous sunbathing followed by an enormous lunch, more sunbathing and just to finish it off- a three course dinner. Roll on tomorrow!
Went for a nice walk through the local rainforest. Our guide was a retired Malaysian army captain with an unhealthy interest in snakes! Green snakes with round heads -good, green snakes with diamond heads, poisionous.He offered some advise on what to do should you encounter a king cobra,- I know what I'll do if I meet a 'kin cobra.
Sara as always attracted the local wildlife- mosquitos- all of them!





Location:Tanjong

Thursday, 23 February 2012

Tanjong Jara

Journey through ramshackle homes and street vendors with mad motorcyclists wearing no helmets with children on their laps, or in one bizarre case, 3 huge plastic bags of chicken pieces! They were probably cooked by the time he got to his destination - or steamed at least.
We are in the most exotic resort feeling very privileged - Pete has a cooking lesson with the dotty head chef, who calls herself auntie Ann.








Tuesday, 21 February 2012

Flying

Time 0420
Flight level350


Time to kl 2.24
Distance to kl 1267
Distance from EGLL5845
Oat 12. Bloody warmer up here than Westbourne


Ground speed quite quick
The suns up in Brisbane
I do hope that satisfies all the statistical amongst you. It was well worth lugging that sextant and silva compass all the way here mind you I started the calculation in the taxi just south of Guildford

Location:Bay of Bengal

Paradise

Arrived Kuantan at 1pm local time, didn't sleep long- beautiful beach and pool to investigate!
And monkeys outside our room!