Seri Malaysia Hotel Temerloh
Travel Blogs from Temerloh
Bussing it back to Singapore...
... be alived. After we found this out, we rechristened him 'Dengue Driver of Doom' which was quite appropiate really.
On our connecting bus to Singapore from KL, I got chatting to a nice Liverpudlian bloke called Ricky who'd been living in KL for six months and informed me the reason we hadn't seen many female white tourists was because the numbers of violent attacks and even rapes had increased threefold in the last few ...
Tamil Bus Drivers are seriously SCARY!
... which was insanely cheap and actually not too bad considering it was eight quid a night, we tried to work out a plan for the afternoon. The two of us wandered down the main street to try and find somewhere for lunch. The place was undoubtedly targeted at tourists with souvenir shops and numerous restaurants and hotels. The Cameron Highlands themselves provided the scenic backdrop, an array of mountainous green peaks for miles, scattered with their famous tea plantations, which was ...
Last day in Penang then to C.Highlands
... and ran with our cameras! A girl from the group told us a story about her guy friend who travelled for 14 months and went to a similar thing, was shooting pictures of monkeys and one came up and took the camera, loosing him all of his photographs from over a year! I would hate that to happen to me, so I was extra careful :) Adding to that we went to the Burmese Buddhism temple where we saw the future Buddhist and others that protect you. We walked around ...
Cameron Highlands (by Ben)
... back though, so we hitched a ride in the back of a pickup. Unfortunately the drivers were a couple of young fellas who obviously decided to suspend the customary over-cautious Malaysian driving habits i already mentioned, for the sake of giving the foreigners a fun ride... The less said about that trip the better... That was about all we got up to in Cameron Highlands. The next day we went back to the ...
A Reprieve From Sweating!
... tour turning into babies when they held anything. The tour ends with a strawberry farm where we get to taste some fresh jam and marmalade, so so good. I resist the urge to buy a jar, not the most ideal of things to carry around. After a lovely lunch of Indian food (claypot noodles with fish), Sofia and I treat ourselves to a foot massage in the afternoon. Finally found someone who loves massage as much as I ...