3 July 2006
Sunday. 9am and the sound of morning cartoons penetrated the bedroom door. Ok, ok...get up, mill around...breakfast...guys go to get their car...couples out to walk walk...us playing Carcassonne...us cleaning apartment...all these amidst lamentations of "Are you going to take Monday em-cee ar?", "Come on la, stay one more day!" or even "Come, we go Penang! Monday only go back!"
Lunch was cursed with long waits again! While Saturday we thought the long wait could be due to our being a big group, Sunday lunch was just the 5 of us (same 5 what went trekking for 2 hours). Me, I had the Chinese option (where I'd to sendiri bawa my food from one end of the foodcourt to my table at the other end, and sendiri take back the bowls when done), but the others went for Malay fare. TST, 'Ward and Hengky had to wait (half-hour? more?) for their food. It seems that the store that they ordered from had no sauce or something, and had to ask another store to cook the food for them!
Once we were all packed up and the place nice and sparkly clean, it was time for souvenir-hunting. Here's a good place. Kea Farm.
The fried mushrooms, fried potato balls, in fact, sample everything from the stall that sells fried stuff. There was even an ice-cream machine outside it. Yum. Soft-serve strawberry ice cream.
Other must-gets include strawberries, make sure you do taste-test, honey propolis ('Welcome to Highland Apiary Farm' says their leaflet), then call home and ask if mum needs wants any greens.
After that head on to Equatorial to raid their toilets. One thing that shocked me was that Equatorial never seem to have changed throughout all these years. I don't remember the last time I went up except that it was during my primary school years (ooh the suffrance of travelling then), when Highlander started showing on RTM2.
You don't have to stay here, just park nearby and take a walk around Equatorial and enjoy the scenery.
Then, the long hard goodbye. 7pm, on our way home to KL. Could we make it back in time for a nice group dinner?
Didn't happen. Just like how we found aKFC KLG in Cameron, we'd stopped for A&W E&W at Tapah.

Sunday. 9am and the sound of morning cartoons penetrated the bedroom door. Ok, ok...get up, mill around...breakfast...guys go to get their car...couples out to walk walk...us playing Carcassonne...us cleaning apartment...all these amidst lamentations of "Are you going to take Monday em-cee ar?", "Come on la, stay one more day!" or even "Come, we go Penang! Monday only go back!"
Lunch was cursed with long waits again! While Saturday we thought the long wait could be due to our being a big group, Sunday lunch was just the 5 of us (same 5 what went trekking for 2 hours). Me, I had the Chinese option (where I'd to sendiri bawa my food from one end of the foodcourt to my table at the other end, and sendiri take back the bowls when done), but the others went for Malay fare. TST, 'Ward and Hengky had to wait (half-hour? more?) for their food. It seems that the store that they ordered from had no sauce or something, and had to ask another store to cook the food for them!Once we were all packed up and the place nice and sparkly clean, it was time for souvenir-hunting. Here's a good place. Kea Farm.
The fried mushrooms, fried potato balls, in fact, sample everything from the stall that sells fried stuff. There was even an ice-cream machine outside it. Yum. Soft-serve strawberry ice cream.
Other must-gets include strawberries, make sure you do taste-test, honey propolis ('Welcome to Highland Apiary Farm' says their leaflet), then call home and ask if mum needs wants any greens.
After that head on to Equatorial to raid their toilets. One thing that shocked me was that Equatorial never seem to have changed throughout all these years. I don't remember the last time I went up except that it was during my primary school years (ooh the suffrance of travelling then), when Highlander started showing on RTM2.
You don't have to stay here, just park nearby and take a walk around Equatorial and enjoy the scenery.
Then, the long hard goodbye. 7pm, on our way home to KL. Could we make it back in time for a nice group dinner?Didn't happen. Just like how we found a

And everybody was up again by 8am! All fresh and ready for Puerto Rico, House on Haunted Hill and other board games galore.
Early morning bout of Puerto Rico.
Big group of House on Haunted Hill. The 'Traitor' player has yet to win a game.
Figuring out the rules and scoring of 3-player mahjong.
Food was a problem: Except for Friday night dinner, when it came to mealtimes eating out, there's always someone who'll be waiting for his first dish long after everyone else had seconds. During lunch 'Nic waited ages for his mixed vegetable and rice while the rest of us were sampling the local char kuey teow and roti strawberry and tandoori chicken. We'd reason that the waitress was distracted by the doctor in our group, fuiyoh the attention showered on him, if she was wearing low cut she would probably have leaned 90 degrees already. Come dinnertime TST and 'Ward were left starving. This one was worse as we only went to makan at 9.30pm! Edward had to wait 45 minutes for his tandoori chicken SANDWICH. Sandwich I tell you! 2 pieces of bread, tandoori chicken tika. Even Ivan had already gone through his fried rice, tandoori chicken, cheese naan and curry mutton.
Anything to say about the food? Oh yes, roti strawberry is seriously goodsheet. The one at Restaurant Sri Brinchang (and here we were staying at Tanah Rata). Must try. Tandoori chicken still cannot beat what you get in Klang.
Jungle trekking on Saturday afternoon was a blast. The plan was, we go trek to the watch tower, then come back and go kick some ball. I mean football. Once we'd reached the watch tower everyone was all DRENCHED and flat on the floor! View was good from the watch tower. Shame, didn't bring camera. We ended up staying quite a bit at the tower while waiting for the entire party to reach, occasionally shouting out to make sure the rest were still somewhere out there (and so that they knew we were still at the tower, hem hem).
Once out we'd headed to watch the others play football while entertaining visions of a tubfull of hot water to soak the feet. Must say was very thankful we'd kept the shoes we'd used when we went to Gua Tempurung. The shoes had this earthy smell and leaked sand from goodness knows where, but did its job well for the trek. Only thing was that since the soles were long gone our feet were a bit tender due to heavy impact going downhill.
First impression? Simple and interesting. Of course la, whatwith the day's events of early morning games-marathon and trekking and food-waiting, the brens were a bit numb already. Too tired to really process but still too awake to sleep. In the end we had a second game in the bedroom that helped knock us out...at 5am.
So happened that end of June we'd our La Sallian's 'annual trip', the 2nd-biggest gathering of our batch (largest is still Chinese New Year at Vincent's). How large?
When Vincent arrived was stunned to hear that we'd to leave the board game Hotel at my place due to lack of space in the car. 5 peeps in a Beemer plus provisions. Still had plenty of other board games, tho.
Hello, Parkview Apartments.
How prepped were we? Very prepped. Brought everything except for Hengky's OSIM massage chair.
Vice.
Games (football in the car boot).
Even the bedrooms prepared like on papaya trip one.
No la, last one dream la. All had to make to with sleeping bags or own bedspread. Mattresses and pillows were already provided, tho!