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THE DIARIST(Day 28, NaNoWriMo, HWR)

 




                        THE DIARIST 

Seremban, Tanah Rata

"Strawberry Fields Forever…"

When at the land of umpteen Strawberry farms, it would be a folly not to taste their indigenous Strawberries 'N' Cream topped with juicy, chunky bites of the ruby red fruit, a huge scoop of vanilla ice cream and an even bigger dollop of whipped cream! It takes 2 to finish the generous portion. Don't bother to count the calories! 


Negeri Pahang 

Hiking up a Mossy Forest at 6900 ft...and...I did it ! It's an adventure and a thrill of a lifetime which truly lives up to its name. Trees covered with fuzzy, thick moss,bulky roots jutting out of the earth strong enough to use as a foothold and thick vines to grab on to. 

'Twas an accomplishment to reach the top after veering through the steep, narrow, slippery path going upwards and downwards alternatively. Mist covered valleys and greenery peeking through it. The view from the summit is simply...SPECTACULAR ! Unforgettable 'stunt' moments and I'm game enough to do it again!

 

"Long And Winding Road"

Descending from Cameron Highlands through the shroud of mist made it almost ethereal and mystical. It was too difficult to capture the breath-taking shots while on the move, so I just marveled at the scenic beauty. A 10+ hr ride was more than worth it. Nestled in the heart of nature, a naturally blessed place, with high peaks and the hillsides covered with lush green, untouched rainforests, low-lying gray rain clouds, mist-covered gorges, and a dreamy white fog right ahead enveloping us. 

Onwards to Kuala Lumpur for a rest stop and lunch, and the journey back to home sweet home Singapore, was smooth and uneventful. A good holiday, a better break and the best rejuvenation !

Pic Courtesy:Pixabay

©️ Sangeetha Kamath 


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