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Royal Pekan Revisited : The Sultan Abu Bakar Museum

Sultan Abu Bakar Museum - Entrance
Entrance to the Sultan Abu Bakar Museum. (@ all rights reserved)

Have been to Pekan many a times since my last posting on Royal Pekan. And time does apparently fly when you suddenly realize that that post was five years ago, way back in 2012.

(Please see Royal Pekan).

Looking back at what I had posted then, we had apparently visited quite a number of interesting places in and around Pekan, namely the Pulau Keladi Cultural Village (which was the childhood residence of Tun Abdul Razak, the 2nd Prime Minister of Malaysia and who also happens to be the father of the current Prime Minister, Dato’ Sri Mohd Najib), the Istana Abu Bakar (Abu Bakar Palace, the royal residence of the reigning Sultan), and the Royal Pahang Polo Club, amongst others.

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Wooden cranes wading by the water’s edge. (@ all rights reserved)

Back then, we could not venture into the Sultan Abu Bakar Museum as it was undergoing renovations.

But as the museum adopted an ‘open space’ concept, we made do with the exhibits on show on the grounds of the museum.

But before there was the museum, there was a palace and it was called Istana Kota Beram and it was, at one time, the official residence of the late Sultan of Pahang, DYMM Al Marhum Sultan Abu Bakar Riayatuddin Muazzam Shah.

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The wooden elephant of the Sultan Abu Bakar Museum. (@ all rights reserved)

It began life as a two-storey building and made of wood. Built in 1888, it served as the official residence of the first British Resident of Pahang, Sir John Pickersgill Rodger KCMG, who himself makes for an interesting read.

As a matter of interest, the role of a British Resident is akin to being an ‘advisor’ to the reigning Sultan, and whose ‘advice’ are

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The Wooden Horses of Sultan Abu Bakar Museum, Pekan, Pahang (@ all rights reserved)

Apparently, Sir JP Rodger was not only the first British Resident of Pahang but prior to his posting to Pahang, he was the British Resident to Selangor, having succeeded Sir Frank Athelstane Swettenham. When he left Selangor to take up the post as the British Resident to Pahang, he was in turn succeeded by Sir William Edward Maxwell.

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A metallic exhibit of the Sultan Abu Bakar Museum. (@ all rights reserved)

 

His was succeeded in Pahang by Sir Hugh Clifford, and went on to re-assume the position of Resident of Selangor before being appointed as the British Resident to Perak.

He was succeeded as Resident of Perak by Sir Ernest Woodford Birch, who happens to be the son of James Wheeler Woodford Birch (or more famously known as JWW Birch), the first British Resident of Perak and whose claim to fame was to be the first British Resident in the Malay States to be assassinated.

JWW Birch’s assassination was the catalyst AND the excuse to up British influence in the Malay states, which includes political intervention, depending from which side of the divide you are from.

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View inside the museum, as you walk up the staircase. (@ all rights reserved)

Why the digress? The names mentioned eg Sir Hugh Clifford, Sir Frank Swettenham, JWW Birch et al had left footprints in the historical annals of Malaysia.

For example, the assassination of JWW Birch led to long lasting British ‘interventions’ in the Malay States and ultimately, colonisation of the Malays states until independence in 1957.

Back to Istana Kota Beram, the two-storey wooden building was designated as the official residence of the British Residents to Pahang.

The wooden building eventually got replaced with a brick and mortar building in 1929 and as a sign of the times, it was converted into the military headquarters of the Japanese Imperial armed forces during World War II, which does not come as a surprise bearing in mind the circumstances at that moment in time.

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The portrait of DYMM Al Marhum Sultan Abu Bakar Riayatuddin Muazzam Shah of Negeri Pahang Darul Makmur (@ all rights reserved)

It was only in 1948 that the then reigning Sultan of Pahang, DYMM Al Marhum Sultan Abu Bakar Riayatuddin Muazzam Shah made the building his official residence and re-named it Istana Kota Beram. An extension was added in 1954 and this extension was named ‘Balairung Seri’.

In Malay customs, the ‘Balairung Seri’ is normally where the Sultan grants audience to community leaders to discuss matters pertaining to the people under his rule.

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An assembly of Keris adorning the wall of the museum. The Keris is a weapon indigenous to the Malays and can be found almost everywhere in the Nusantara. The Malays of old would wear his Keris in the same manner as a Samurai would wear the Katana, the samurai short sword. Today, it most oft makes an appearance during weddings, worn by the Groom as part of his attire. (@ all rights reserved).

DYMM Al Marhum Sultan Abu Bakar passed away in 1974 but not before efforts were underway to have a museum to exhibit important artefacts and exhibits of the State of Pahang, available for public viewing.

The proposal to have such a museum was mooted by Tun Abdul Razak, the 2nd Prime Minister of Malaysia and a son of Pekan itself.

It is also a matter of interest that Tun Abdul Razak himself was a nobleman and chieftain of Pahang, and being one of the ‘Orang Besar Empat’ of Pahang, a very major one at that.

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Assortment of exhibits at the Museum Sultan Abu Bakar of Pekan, Pahang. (@ all rights reserved)

Istana Kota Beram was converted into a museum and named after DYMM Al Marhum Sultan Abu Bakar, in honour of the late Sultan Abu Bakar, who had actually made Istana Kota Beram as his official palace of residence.

The Sultan Abu Bakar Museum was officially declared open in October 1976 by DYMM Sultan Haji Ahmad Shah, son and successor to DYMM Al Marhum Sultan Abu Bakar.

The museum housed many an exhibit related to not only the Royal Family of Pahang but also to the different communities that calls Pahang, home.

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Portrait of DYMM Sultan Haji Ahmad Shah ibni Al Marhum Sultan Abu Bakar Riayatuddin Muazzam Shah (@ all rights reserved)

Weaponry of days of old, portraits of members of the Royal Family, articles of clothing, adornments and awards are just some of the exhibits made available for public viewing.

There are even exhibits that are testimony to the advent of Islam to the state, wood carvings, skin covered drums with some of these artefacts dating back a bit.

All these artefacts and exhibits are housed in two separate buildings linked by a covered walkway connecting the two buildings on the upper floor, with the temperature in both buildings kept cool to maintain the artefacts in good condition.

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The Ladies of the Pahang Royal Family (@ all rights reserved)

As we were making our way out through the courtyard lined with giant replicas of hilts used to adorn the ‘Keris’, we were told by helpful staff of the museum of the new museum next door : the Sultan Abdullah Mosque museum.

Inaugurated in 2016, it was opened to the public after three years of renovation works . We however passed the opportunity to explore that museum, opting to explore it the next time we are in Pekan again. Too much of a good thing only spoils the fun, as they say.

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A replica of the Hilt of The Keris. (@ all rights reserved)

Making our way to the car park, we again passed by the exhibits on show. Imaginatively and creatively placed on the grounds of the museum, it never ceases to amaze us the creativity and ingenuity of the local tribes people of Pahang : from pieces of wood, horses graze, elephants trumpets and cranes wade by the water’s edge.

Very creative that. Very.

 

 

 

 

How to get there

By road :

via Kuantan (the capital of Pahang) from points north of Kuantan on the East Coast of Peninsular Malaysia,

via Muadzam Shah from points south via Mersing as well as via Segamat, and

via the Gambang exit via the East Coast Expressway.

Opening Hours

Closed on Mondays ;

Tuesday – Sunday : 9.30 am to 5.00 pm (except Fridays) 

Fridays : 9.30 am – 12.15 pm ; 2.45pm – 5.00 pm

Entry Fee

Malaysians            : RM5.00 (Adults)

Non Malaysians    : RM15.00 (Adults)

Images

All images were immortalized using a smartphone camera and are the copyright property of Nachmeinemeinung.

 

Date : 2 December 2017

 

 

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Labuan, The Pearl of Borneo

Off the west coast of Sabah as well as Brunei lies the island of Labuan.

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Landing in at Labuan. (@ all rights reserved)

Together with another six (6) smaller islands of Daat, Papan, Burung, Kuraman, Rusukan Besar and Rusukan Kecil, it forms the Federal Territory of Labuan, declared as such since 1984.

Being declared a federal territory has its perks, primarily having its continued development looked after by the Federal government of Malaysia via the Labuan Corporation, whose role it is to manage Labuan-related affairs and development.

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An iconic roundabout landmark of Labuan. (@ all rights reserved)

Its also akin to being a member of an exclusive club, as there are only three federal territories in the country, namely Kuala Lumpur (the capital of Malaysia), Putrajaya (the administrative capital of Malaysia) and Labuan.

In 1990, as part of the efforts to develop Labuan, it was declared as an international offshore financial hub known as the  Labuan International Business and Financial Centre (Labuan IBFC), as well as being a free trade zone.

As a matter of interest, Labuan IBFC is under the jurisdiction of the Labuan Offshore Financial Services Authority (LOFSA) and at present,  a total of 6,500 offshore companies and 300 licensed international financial institutions (including major financial institutions) operate under LOFSA’s supervision.

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The financial park of Labuan International Business & Financial Centre (Labuan IBFC). (@ all rights reserved)

The international offshore financial companies offer financial and business services from their offices, mainly located in Victoria, which also happens to be the capital of Labuan.

Being in Labuan, it is not that difficult to make out where that is as the buildings housing these financial companies easily dominate the Labuan skyline.

In 2010, due to international pressure on the term ‘ Offshore’ affecting tax havens and financial centres, all references to the term ‘Offshore’ were dropped.

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Another iconic roundabout in Old Labuan. (@ all rights reserved)

Not much has been said about it but Labuan, has over the years, also played host to a number of companies servicing the Oil & Gas industry players operating in the region, and in the process, established Labuan as a base for the sector’s support industries.

This fact is reinforced by the sight of Oil & gas personnel in those thick multi-coloured overalls as worn by those in the Oil & Gas industries going about their business about town.

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Scene of Labuan with the An-Nur Jamek Mosque of Labuan in the background. (@ all rights reserved)

Labuan is about 92 sq km in size with has a population of 96,800, based on a 2015 census, with the population mainly made up of Bumiputeras (over 70%) while the Chinese, Indian, Sikh and other smaller communities (including the expatriate community) make up the balance.

The name Labuan takes after the Malay word ‘Labuhan’ which literally means ‘harbour’, and is itself oft referred to as the Pearl of Borneo.

Its proximity to the coasts of Sabah and Brunei allow for ferry services to be had to and from Labuan, in addition to flights landing at the Labuan Airport.

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Walkways of Labuan (@ all rights reserved)

Politically, the island of Labuan has served many flags, starting with the Sultanate of Brunei (15th century til 1846) and thereafter the flags of United Kingdom and various other British-affiliated flags and finally, since the independence of Sabah via the formation of Malaysia and events thereafter, the Federation of Malaysia.

Needless to say, as elsewhere in the region, the political allegiance came with with a three-year intermission (1942-1945) during World War II, by Imperial Japan.

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The memorative plaque of Labuan being named Maida Island. (@ all rights reserved)

It is a footnote in the history of Labuan that Labuan was once re-named Maida Island (after the first Japanese commander to be killed in action in the North Borneo theatre), albeit temporarily. It was re-named Labuan after the defeat of the Japanese Imperial Army by the Commonwealth forces, led by the British and Australians.

Labuan saw more than its fair share of military action during World War II, with casualties from both sides of the warring divide.

Casualties of war consisting of British, Australian, Indian, Sarawakian, Bruneian, North Borneo and Empire combatants killed are all interned at the Labuan War Cemetery, numbering close to almost four thousand (4,000).

Using Singapore as a benchmark, Labuan is small with a landmass only 70% Singapore’s extended landmass.

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Dataran Labuan – one of the iconic landmarks of Labuan. (@ all rights reserved)

Most of the daily economic and commercial activities are centred in the part of town often referred to Old Labuan.

Nevertheless, new areas at the fringes of Old Labuan are being developed, as evidenced with new modern hotels coming up to accommodate the increasing demand for overnight stay, competing with re-furbished hotels making a re-entry into the market.

In addition to the new office blocks making an appearance.

Moving around Labuan Old Town does not require you to rent a car as most of the places that cater to official and personal matters are all within walking distance, including the international financial district of Labuan.

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Labuan Museum – A Welcomed Landmark (@ all rights reserved)

Walking about town is encouraged if you want to get a feel of Labuan. But should the need arises to travel further about, then taxis are available. Remember them?

It was during this walkabout that we discovered several memorials marking events from World War II, as well as other events affecting Labuan. And surprise surprise , not far from where these memorials were located, lies the Labuan Museum.

Nondescript and easy to miss, if not for the memorial plaque placed at the entrance.

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An exhibit at Labuan Museum depicting the close relationship between Labuan and the Kingdom of Brunei Darus Salam. (@ all rights reserved)

Entering the museum, we were greeted by friendly museum staff. After signing in, we made our way our way around the two-storey museum, to be treated to the sights of exhibits that is Labuan : its people, its culture and its history.

Not much different from other museums. But then again, different place, different museum, and hence different exhibits.

Being a history buff means you should not be phobic to the sight of a museum, and I am a history buff. Reading the narrative accompanying the exhibits, it gives you a crash course in getting-to-know Labuan and its people.

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Sir James Brooke. the first British Governor of Labuan. (@ all rights reserved)

Having gone through the exhibits, you cannot help but note the strong influence both the state of Brunei Darus Salam and Sabah has on Labuan. It is reinforced by the knowledge of Labuan’s proximity to the Bruneian shores nearby as well as to the shores of Sabah.

Food outlets are readily available in Labuan Old town, including that of international fast food joints. But as a Malaysian, the sight of a Mamak eatery (and there are several of them) is enough evidence to convince you that should you go hungry in the dead of night, you can always make a beeline for these 24-hour eateries.

There are also other hang-out places available in town, where casual discussions, social and business, can be held over dinner or drinks. And failing that, there is always the fast food joint. With them bright lights and those well recognised logos, not easily missed. Definitely.

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The streets of Old Labuan (@ all rights reserved)

Our visit to Labuan, our first ever, despite it being a short one and unplanned, does leave you with a good impression as well as positive vibes.

Beating the walkways and pathways in Old Labuan does bring you back in time a bit, especially when you notice that there are no traffic jams despite it being rush hour.

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The Hotel Labuan – another iconic landmark of Labuan but for a different reason. (@ all rights reserved)

Having learnt more about the place, we are pretty sure that our second visit there will be more fun and satisfying. Definitely worth a second visit, that’s the verdict. And a longer one at that.

 

 

How to Get There

There are direct flights available from Kuala Lumpur International Airport (KUL), Kota Kinabalu (BKI) and Johor Bahru (JHB)  to Labuan (LBU), with prices dependent on the route, time of flight and when the booking was made.

Where to Stay

Most hotels in Labuan are listed on the major hotel apps available.

Images

All images were taken using a smartphone camera and are the property of Nachmeinemeinung.

 

Date : 29 November 2017

 

 

When Things Go Bump In The Night

Tanah Rata, after the rain. The mist enveloping the small town does lend a eerie atmosphere. (@ all rights reserved)

Hand on heart, we will all admit to being travel enthusiasts.

As we travel far and further afield, whether it is within the borders of our own country or to visit the land of others, we develop talents that only seasoned travellers have, like how to plan and put together the best travel arrangements that we possibly can on our limited budgets and how to respond to the unexpected.

Many of us have would also have adapted to the many demands that travelling, whether for business or for leisure, and whether it’s on a limited budget or otherwise, requires.

But things can still go wrong and do go wrong, in compliance to Murphy’s Law and normally when you least expect it too. When it does, most often than not, due to the experience accumulated from our travels, we are able to adapt.

In most cases, admirably and with thanks, in no small measure, to the kind heartedness of the locals as well as a prayer or two.

But there are situations that are not only beyond our control but beyond anybody’s. Especially when it is not of this realm. And for that, you need a special kind of skill set.

Streets of Tanah Rata (@ all rights reserved)

I consider myself lucky that, most often than not, I do get ‘good and clean’ (in both senses of the word) hotel rooms.

But there have been times that as I am about to enter a room, I get that ‘hairs on arms standing’ feeling. More times than I care to remember, actually.

Normally, after observing certain rituals or procedures that I have been taught over the years, I do get a peaceful night’s sleep.

It’s even better when you are already exhausted and the lights go out on you the moment you place your head on the pillow, only to wake up early the next day with the lights and yesterday’s clothes still on.

That’s not so bad as when you experience ‘the hairs on your back stand’ situations. Sad to say, that too has happened to me a few times as well.

Whenever I experience these kind of situations, I have been known to check out straightaway as I did at a hotel on Penang Island, in Kota Bharu and in Port Dickson.

Talk about instant checkout. And looking at the expressions on the faces at the reception desk when you return the room keys, they pretty much have an idea why you checked out in such a hurried manner.

There has however been occasions when these ‘hair standing on back’ occasions manifested themselves, few and far in between they may be.

One of the most recent ones was during our trip to Cameron Highlands. To say that it was creepy is an understatement.

My wife and I were booked in for 3 nights and looking back, the first night itself should have served as an indicator of things to come.

As we remarked many times to friends, the hotel was first-rate, the room large and expansive, the bed was extra-large (like, there was no foreseeable way you could sleep-roll off the bed), the pillows were very, very comfortable, the shower and the toilet worked well and there was a mini bar and mini fridge.

The latter being ideal for us, allowing us to stock up with our favourite drinks.

Cameron Highlands, a small town steeped with the history of colonial times. (@ all rights reserved)

My wife did however remarked that it felt cold in the room. As we were up in the highlands and that it was raining when we arrived at the resort, we did not think too much of it even though there was no air conditioning unit in the room.

In fact, the sight of no air conditioning in the room seemed a novelty to us lowlands dwellers, where a bright and sunny day means it’s a hot day.

As we were already tired from the day’s travelling, we got settled in, went for an early dinner and upon returning to the resort, went to bed early.

The morning after, over breakfast, my wife complained of a splitting headache as she did not get a good night’s sleep. Again, we did not think too much of it, being newbies in Tanah Rata, as we were.

We went on our planned itinerary for the day, after which, since as we had no plans to go out for dinner, bought some snacks and drinks before returning to the resort.

Settled in for the night, watched TV (same as in most hotels we stayed in, here was not much on offer. Must have got a bum deal, these hotels.) and without knowing it, we were out for the night.

Until the telephone call.

It was 2 in the morning when the phone rang. It did struck me as odd that my wife did not pick up the phone despite the phone being on her side of the bed.

It struck me as even weirder that she asked me not to pick up the phone when I walked over to her side of the bed to pick up the call. I mean, it could have been the front desk.

Upon answering the phone, there was nothing at the other end. More like it was just a vacuum. Thinking that there might be a bad connection on the other end, thought nothing of it and went back to sleep.

It did not take long before the phone rang again, and this time before I could answer, the ringing stopped.

At my wife’s behest, we changed sides and continued with our sleep. Or tried to.

Everybody knows of the saying that you always save the best for last. They or whoever they may be, must have known that particular saying, for they did save their ‘best’ for our last night at the resort.

Apparently, the magical hour seems to be 2am, there or thereabouts. And this time, we were rudely awaken and I do mean rudely.

Insistent hard knocks on the door, coupled with the incessant ringing of the door bell and someone trying hard to open the door were the order of the day. Or is it ‘order of the night’?

As I rushed to the door, thinking that it might be an emergency of some kind, my wife pleaded with me not to open the door. And somehow, I complied.

The same happened within five minutes or so and this time, we called reception to send security up to check. Needless to say, we barely had a wink after that and only fell asleep out of sheer exhaustion.

We had planned for a late check out but after the night’s events, we decided to check out as soon as we had breakfast.

Looking up from the bottom of the valley. (@ all rights reserved).

On the way to breakfast, we checked with the front desk and inquired as to the night’s events.

The words were comforting but we did notice glances being exchanged between staff at the front desks.

After breakfast, we decided to take the bull by the horns and leaned on strongly at the staff at the front desk.

And this time, the beans were spilled, with the staff being surprised that it was our room that was ‘disturbed’, as the norm would be a room a few doors away.

As I returned to the room with a concierge to collect our belongings, my wife stayed behind at the front desk. Tired, weary, and wary, I guess.

It was only after we checked out that my wife mentioned that she insisted at having a look at the CCTV recording of the corridor outside our room. What she recounted made the hairs on my back, never mind my arms, stand.

Recordings of the CCTV showed absolutely nothing. Absolutely nothing. For an hour on both sides of the time it happened, absolutely nothing. Which gives credence to the report from the security personnel.

We had looked forward to a ‘happening’ holiday. Well, we got more than we bargained for. Well, next time we go up to Cameron Highlands (if we ever that is), we might even go back to the resort where we stayed. With the knowledge that we have now, we’ll know which floor to stay this time.

Trouble is, ‘they’ might still remember us and come a visiting. Would not that be a bummer?

 

Date : 18 July 2017

Discovering Cameron Highlands : The Barracks

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The Barracks of Tanah Rata. (@ all rights reserved)

The Barracks is not the name of the local army camp but rather the name of this delightful bistro / café in Tanah Rata, the exact location initially being difficult to locate for this newbie in town.

Being a newbie, getting to The Barracks by a car can be quite trying. But then again, I did say I was a newbie to Tanah Rata and therefore, my inability to get about town does not count.

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The Barracks – Garden Dining in Tanah Rata (@ all rights reserved)

We got to The Barracks by foot instead, many thanks to my better half who had done some study of places to visit and places to dine.

Walking about town that is Tanah Rata, in all its misty glory, many thanks to the rain that fell just prior, we were suddenly caught in the second coming of rain.

And I don’t mean that Korean male singer cum actor, damn fine artiste he might be.

Luckily for us, we were already nearby The Barracks and fitted with our cheap and easily available but very colourful rain coats (so colourful that you can’t miss us), we found our way to The Barracks in good time.

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An ambience of a summer garden, for diners to enjoy. (@ all rights reserved)

A combination of the rain, the weather and the rhythmic drumbeats of the increasingly empty and gastric-induced tummies, made the first item on the agenda being to get some hot good food in our bellies.

The place looks very nice, with an ambience suggesting a cosy place to have a private meal for two, with the choice of either having your meal in the ‘garden’ or in the ‘barracks’.

Both options looked good, but for us, the ‘garden’ won. Wonder why.

Having seated ourselves and making ourselves comfortable, a look at the menu tells us that we have the option to go east or to go west. Good that.

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Hot meal on a cool day. Good tidings for an empty stomach. (@ all rights reserved)

There are times when I have this craving for fish and chips or sometimes, even a steak or lamb cutlets.

And today was no different.

But having gone through the menu, ever the Asian, I opted for a safe dish of rice and mutton curry, whilst my wife, my better half, went for something hot and something soupy.

Having placed our order, we began to size the place up. The ‘garden’ was never in any doubt and so, we ventured into the ‘barracks’ and see the place which gave the eatery its name.

Framed pictures of Cameron Highlands’ past lined the inside of the barrack. Makes for interesting reading, if you are into history. (@ all rights reserved)

Inside the warm and comfortable barracks, we noticed that the walls of the ‘barracks’ were lined with framed photos of days past.

The framed pictures were showing signs of age, some yellow in colour, whilst some in black and white, but all of which told of Tanah Rata’s history, of days past leading up to the present, before Independence and after Independence.

It was evident, from the framed pictures on show, Tanah Rata has an interesting history. Not surprising that.

The Barracks is not only known for its menu, it seems, but apparently for its ambience and its ‘garden’ as well.

The creative use of lighting combined with nature makes for a comforting ambience. (@ all rights reserved)

Orchids seems to be the main attraction, and I guess, being located up in the highlands, it should not be a surprise.

A visit to The Barracks should be on the itinerary whenever and should ever one visit Tanah Rata.

With an ambience like what The Barracks offer, it makes for a memorable experience, senses-wise and gastronomy-wise, whilst having your steak or a soup-in-a-bun or even your safe dish of rice with mutton curry (tasty that!).

Believe you me, it’s definitely worth the visit.

 

Date : 6 June 2017

Discovering Cameron Highlands : Sungei Palas BOH Tea Plantation

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Welcome to the BOH Tea Centre Sg Palas. (@ all rights reserved)

No visit to Cameron Highlands would be complete without a visit to the tea plantations of Cameron Valley and Sungei Palas (or more popularly referred to as Sg Palas).

For the uninitiated, Cameron Valley is the tea plantation belonging to the Bharat Family while the Sg Palas tea plantation is that of the ‘BOH’ brand.

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Making our way from the parking area to the tea centre. A walk past plots of tea shrubs. (@ all rights reserved)

Having visited Cameron Valley, one could not be faulted in thinking that a visit to the Sg Palas ‘BOH’ tea plantation would be no different from that of Cameron Valley.

As I rather enjoyed our visit to Cameron Valley, I must admit, I was pretty excited at the prospect of visiting the Sg Palas BOH tea plantation. Especially when the BOH brand is rather a favourite of mine.

And so we made our way to the Sg Palas tea plantation, and to get to the Sg Palas tea plantation, we had to make our way to Brinchang and from there, make our way to the plantation located not that far away.

The journey to the plantation itself was quite eventful as we had to, first, endure the Brinchang ‘ traffic jam’ and then later, the Sg Palas ‘traffic jam’, as we made our way to the plantation.

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Tea shrubs of BOH’s Sg Palas tea plantation. (@ all rights reserved)

The Brinchang ‘traffic jam’ was due to an ongoing experiment to try out a new traffic plan as the previous traffic arrangements were given a royal thumbs down, with what was described as ‘rather haphazard’.

Understandable that. The ‘traffic jam’, that is.

But the Sg Palas ‘traffic jam’ is something else. A tarred road, two lanes : one going in and one going out. One siding the sides of the hill and the other, with the slopes of the hill covered with dense foliage as a sidedrop. Ok if traffic is just sedans and compacts.

But holiday seekers travel in all shapes and form of vehicles.Some travel in their sedans, some travel in their SUVs, and some make the journey in a travel coach. So the name of the game is patience (lots of it!) and a give-and-take (lots of it too!).

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Visitors to the BOH Sg Palas visitors’ centre can gather knowledge from the many information boards lining the corridors. (@ all rights reserved)

The appearance of the local police directing traffic indicated that we were already nearing the plantation. And before long, having parked our car, we were making our way to the Sg Palas Visitor’s Centre, and passing several plots of tea shrubs along the way to the main station.

From arriving at the Sg Palas Visitor’s Centre, from where we were standing, we noted that the centre is made up of a cafeteria, the BOH tea shop, information centre and a tea factory.

Having noted all that, the first order of business was to get a drink at the cafeteria and maybe, just maybe, some scones with butter and jam (strawberry of course!) and enjoy the view from the viewing deck.

But lo and behold, the sight of the long queue and the cafeteria jam-packed with visitors, laid waste our plans. Must have been due to the long weekend holiday that.

So we opted for a long cool drink of one of those tea concoctions (tea with mango and peach respectively, to be exact) instead. To go, of course and minus the scones and the butter and the jam (strawberry, but of course!).

Since we could not avail ourselves of a table, never you mind a table with a view of the plantation itself, drinks in hand, we made our way to the Tea Shop.

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The Tea Shop – especially for tea connoiseurs of the BOH brand. (@ all rights reserved)

The Tea Shop is a tea connoisseur’s heaven of the BOH brand. The varieties of tea to choose from, some of which I did not even know existed.

Whats even more surprising, they have been around more than for a few years. But then again, that’s me.

Going through the process of what tea to buy can be a tedious affair, as I found out to my amazement. My better half however is more of a tea drinker than I am, and so the choices of tea to buy was left to her. Good decision that, I thought.

Having bought and paid for our selection of tea, we then made a beeline for the tea processing factory. The highlight of the visit, for me at least.

The tea processing facility was opened in 1935 and was reopened in 1972. Why and when it was closed, we could not find any answers to that. For now, that is.

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The board says it all. (@ all rights reserved)

Apparently, the whole process of making tea is made up of harvesting (or plucking), withering, rolling, fermentation, drying, sorting, tasting, and packing. Quite simple and logical really, come to think of it.

But to witness the processes being played out is quite a thrill, nerd that I am. It was wondrous to note that some of the machines, like that used in the rolling process, dated back to 1935. And what makes it even more wondrous is that those machines are still in use in 2017. A rarity that.

I also noted that the employees manning the tea processing facility tend to be quite matured. Long term employees, most likely. And with their wealth of experience, it does make sense.

Having been in and out of the processing facility, we wandered around the grounds of the Visitor’s Centre, snapping moments in time, not knowing when we’ll be back this way again.

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The rolling machines from 1935. In good operating condition. (@ all rights reserved)

It was not long after that we took leave of the Sg Palas BOH tea plantation, to make our way back to our accommodation at Tanah Rata.

The journey out was as eventful as the journey in, negotiating bends and incoming traffic at the same time.

But as the journey in, patience (lots of it) and a give-and-take attitude, will soon get you back, all in one piece.

It was as good that, the visit to Sg Palas, as the visit to Cameron Valley was. For different reasons, it must be stressed though.

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Sack loads of shredded tea leaves loaded onto the conveyor for drying. (@ all rights reserved)

However, the sight of vast ranges of tea shrubs, ready for plucking, does bring back reality to mind and that being the shrubs represents one of the biggest money earners for the local and national economy, with its products marketed not only locally but also in international markets.

And for BOH, it’s all down to that one man, J A Russel, who in 1929, established the BOH tea plantations despite the onset of the Great Depression. Fancy that.

But whatever and however one looks at it, one thing is for sure. Drinking tea, for me at least, will be never be the same again.

 

Date : 1 June 2017

Discovering Cameron Highlands : Lata Iskandar Revisited

The cascading waterfalls of Lata Iskandar. (@ all rights reserved)

Lata Iskandar is not really a town. To describe it as such would not do justice to the word.

A settlement perhaps? Maybe, if you could call a few shops selling drinks, snacks and souvenirs either side of the narrow road that.

The cool waters of Lata Iskandar. A dip of the toe into the cold rushing water will definitely jolt you back to life. (@ all rights reserved)

But nevertheless, whatever you may call it, from the moment I first laid my eyes on the cascading waterfalls of Lata Iskandar, I was captivated.

Something about the image in front of my eyes, the sight of water cascading down a face of solid rock, tug at the heartstrings, making you slowly melt, just like the cascading waters slowly smoothening the rough edges of the rocks.

The X factor, some might say.

Lata Iskandar – cool and serene. (@ all rights reserved)

The feel of cold water stinging the tip of your toes when you dip your feet in the pool brings you back to reality fast, but not so much as a splash or splashes of cold mountain water to your face. To say its ice-cold would not be far off. Bbbrrrrrrrrr!!!

After a few splashes, you feel the pores of your face closing up and your skin tightens up with the crevices on your face all but disappear, making you feel young and new again.

Make a pit stop and stretch those legs in the cool air of Lata Iskandar. (@ all rights reserved)

The air is fresh and crisp especially when you get closer and closer to the cascading waters of Lata Iskandar. A lungful of clean and fresh air feels odd at first, so long having had not-so-clean air in them lungs.

But after a few deep breaths, it feels good. Really good.

It’s not so often that you come across images that captivates and triggers your imagination, so much so that you just have to reach for either your camera or your mobile phone and snap away.

Shop selling trinkets, souvenirs and products of the forest. (@ all rights reserved)

In the process, you pretend that you are one of them world-famous photographers, in a quest to capture that one moment frozen in time when all that’s in play just happen to be at the right place at the right time. Magic that!

And when faced with that one moment, frozen in time and all laid in front of you, just for you to snap away, you do feel as if you are as good as them professional photographers.

Forest products on sale. These products are normally used for medicinal purposes. (@ all rights reserved)

It warms your heart to see the results of your efforts and though you know deep in your heart that you can never compete with them pros, the images that you captured are good enough. For the moment, that is.

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Lata Iskandar – a pit stop not to be missed. The natural beauty of Lata Iskandar with the sounds of water rushing downhill in the background, amidst the cool air of Lata Iskandar is a sight to take in and enjoyed. (@ all rights reserved)

After all, every picture tells its own story, and YOUR picture tells the world YOUR story.

I do not know when I will pass this way again. Maybe never.

But for one thing for sure, the memories of Lata Iskandar and its cascading waterfalls will always be there.

And fond memories they will be.

 

Date : 1 June 2017

Discovering Cameron Highlands : Cameron Valley

Welcome to Cameron Valley. (@ all rights reserved)

No visit to Cameron Highlands would be complete without a visit to the tea plantations of Cameron Valley and of Sg Palas. One belong to the Bharat family while the other is a member of the ‘BOH’ stable.

The tea plantations and the strawberry farms, that is.

I must admit, I was pretty excited at the prospect of visiting Cameron Valley and Sg Palas, and seeing, at close quarters, the very tea plantations that I have read and heard a lot of.

Furthermore, it’s not everyday that you can visit tea plantations especially when these tea plantations are mainly located up in the highlands.

We actually visited the Cameron Valley twice.

Why?

The story of how Cameron Valley came about and the people behind the establishment of Cameron Valley. (@ all rights reserved)

The first visit was when we were making our way to check in our hotel at Tanah Rata and upon noticing that we had more than enough time to make it to Tanah Rata, we stopped by Cameron Valley.

Parking was not that easy as the parking lot by the entrance was quite limited. Well, we thought that entrance was the main entrance, only to learn later that the main entrance was further up the road.

Alighting from the car, the air was cool and there was a very light drizzle.

Up close to the tea shrubs. Tea shrubs all around. (@ all rights reserved)

Walking around past the entrance, amongst the facilities were a cafeteria (with a view of hills of Cameron Valley entirely covered with tea shrubs, and you know what that means!), rest rooms (served with fresh ice-cold water!) and at the ready for visitors were transportation to the very bosom of the plantation.

But we were not that lucky as all available spaces on the remaining available transportation have all been booked up by the earlier visitors. We would have loved to be able to get a ride down to the very bosom of the tea plantation, which from where we were viewing, offers a hint of a small mini waterfall. Or so we thought.

View from the viewing area. Tea shrubs as far as the eye can see. (@ all rights reserved)

Anyway, to drown our sorrow in missing out on the transportation, we made our way to the cafeteria with a viewing area, to take in the scenery, enjoy the cool air (made cooler by the slight drizzle) and comfort ourselves with a pot of hot tea (made from the very tea leaves of Cameron Valley, processed of course) as well as scones with butter and jam. Strawberry that is.

Some comforting that. Cameron’s finest, as they use to say.

Looking up from the bottom of the valley. (@ all rights reserved).

And after all the scones were gone and the tea savoured, we continued with our journey to Tanah Rata to check in the hotel that we have booked for the duration of our little Cameron Highland adventure.

But not before deciding to make a second trip to Cameron Valley the following day, to try to grab a ride down Cameron Valley and get to that little mini ‘waterfall’.

The next day, after our planned excursion to MARDI’s Research Station, we followed up on our planned follow-up trip to Cameron Valley.

As luck would have it, no luck still with the transportation to the bosom of the plantation. On the spur of the moment, we decided to walk down to the very spot that we were fixated on. I mean, we were fit and the air is fresh and a walk in a tea plantation can’t be that bad.

The ‘mini waterfall’ at the bottom of the valley. (@ all rights reserved)

Or so we thought.

The walk down was as what we expected. We also noticed rest stations, made up of stools and round table made of marble or concrete.

The air was fresh, and the bright sunlight made the walk down to the bosom of the plantation pleasant. We went to the object of our trip down and to say it was a mini ‘waterfall’ would not be a correct usage of the word ‘mini’, never mind ‘waterfall’.

But still, we enjoyed the view and before long, made our way back to the viewing area. Remember that we said that the walk down can’t be that bad? Yes, it was not bad at all. Pleasant actually. But the way back was something else entirely.

On the way back up, suddenly the presence of the rest stations made sense. It was an excruciatingly painful experience, walking all the way back up.

These rest stations were not placed there for show but to give us a chance to catch a breather and enjoy the scenery, whilst on the way up from the bottom of the valley. And mighty useful they are too. (@ all rights reserved)

The air may be fresh but since we were up in the highlands, the air was also thinner. And suddenly age was no more a number but a reality and our respect for the tea pickers immediately knew no bounds.

Making our back to the hotel, we reflected on our visits to Cameron Valley. It was a very pleasant and enriching experience, seeing where one of Man’s favourite and popular beverages originated from, the ‘walk’ up back to the viewing area notwithstanding.

Would not mind coming back here, whenever the opportunity presents itself. It’s rather contenting, having hot tea and scones, and at the same time, take in the view that is Cameron Valley.

And content is the word.

 

Date : 29 May 2017

Discovering Cameron Highlands : Tanah Rata

Welcome to Cameron Highlands. (@ all rights reserved)

It was raining when we arrived at Tanah Rata. And by the time we had checked in and refreshed ourselves, the rain had thankfully subsided.

Good timing that, for the drumbeaters in our individual and collective stomachs had begun to increase their tempo, every beat louder than the one before.

So, anticipating a very cool weather (due to the rain and it being how-many-thousand-metres (?) above sea level), we proceeded to venture out and explore Tanah Rata whilst searching for suitable places to pacify those drumbeaters.

And as the rain subsides, mist suddenly envelopes Tanah Rata (@ all rights reserved)

Casually but smartly dressed in our best autumn clothing (wink wink nudge nudge!), we walked around Tanah Rata, making a mental note of what’s there and where.

The first thing that we noted was that Tanah Rata may be a very small town, but the drivers and the bikers were all up there on par with their cousins from the big cities, when it comes to speed.

So a word of advice. Do look right and look left and look right again. Or is it the other way around?

And were they really going that fast? I mean, everything is relative, right. According to good ole Einstein, that is.

And if you can start thinking about Einstein’s Theory of Relativity in good ole Tanah Rata where the pace of life is slow, I guess your batteries do need re-charging.

Venturing away from Einstein, halfway through our walkabout, the pleasantly cool (and damp) weather took a turn for the worse when the heavens decided that once is not enough.

Raining cats and dogs, this time, we took no chances. Rain coats or the flu, no prizes for guessing which option prevailed.

I guess this kind of abrupt weather changes must be a common thing up here in the highlands for raincoats can be had very cheap. And readily available, I might add.

Plaque to commemorate the local post office. Officiated in 1956, the post office is one of the few remaining that were opened prior to Independence in 1957. (@ all rights reserved)

Umbrellas too. Though that was not our choice of protection from the weather.

The far side of town, from where we were putting up for the duration of our stay in Tanah Rata, is mainly taken up by budget hotels and with it, a serious need for more parking space that side of town.

Especially for travel coaches, who do tend to hog most of the available spaces.

As it began to get dark, Tanah Rata began to take on this mysteriously eerie look about it, what with the mist coming in and all, enveloping the whole of Tanah Rata.

Walking about town, you don’t really actually realise it. But being first timers in Tanah Rata, cameras were always on the ready, even though it’s just a camera attached to a mobile phone.

And as you snapped away, the backdrop of mist slowly enveloping Tanah Rata does play a bit on an imaginative mind.

Ye Olde Smokehouse – a landmark of Tanah Rata, where many would make a beeline for. Even if just to have evening tea. (@ all rights reserved)

Strolling around, we came across a post office (the only one by the looks of it) with a very memorable piece of history of its own, and with a plaque to back it up.

The little unassuming post office was officiated on the 25th of June, 1956 by the then Chief Minister of Malaya, Tunku Abdul Rahman.

The Tunku (as he was affectionately known) later became the first Prime Minister of the Federated States of Malaya upon Independence on 31st August 1957 and later, of Malaysia as well, upon its formation together with Sabah and Sarawak.

The Barracks – dining in a garden. (@ all rights reserved)

A little piece of history that, for a small town the likes of Tanah Rata.

Throughout our stay at Tanah Rata, the little town does grow on you as each day passed by, and in saying that, we began to notice new things that had escaped our attention the first time round.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the city life, it has its little attractions (or should I say, distractions) to make a short-term stay for city folks like us, a welcomed break and an opportunity to recharge our batteries. Cool air and all that.

Streets of Tanah Rata (@ all rights reserved)

Longer stay? Short term, yes. Definitely.

Long term? Well, being used to a fast paced life in the city and despite what we say and despite the whining about the fumes and the traffic and the people losing their empathy for their fellow man, we think we like being city folks a little bit more.

That said, I guess Tanah Rata will be seeing us again in the future.

Even if it’s just for a short break and to recharge them batteries.

 

Date : 23 May 2017

 

Discovering Cameron Highlands

 

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Welcome to Cameron Highlands. (@ all rights reserved)

Cameron Highlands, consisting of the small towns of Ringlet, Tanah Rata and Brinchang, is a popular holiday destination for Malaysians.

Located up in the highlands that is part of the Banjaran Titiwangsa (or loosely translated as the Titiwangsa Range), it offers cool weather (still!), fresh air (still!) and a chance to try out your collection of ‘autumn clothing’ again. If it still fits, that is.

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The streets of Cameron Highlands. (@ all rights reserved)

All this despite the rapid development taking place, each at different stages of development, with a number of new hotels expected to open their doors to eager patrons later this year or early next year.

Having wanting to spend some quality time there, a look at the calendar tells us that the Labour Day weekend offered a great opportunity to finally make that long-awaited trip to Cameron Highlands, and discover what Cameron Highlands has to offer, most if not all.

Not wanting to be complacent about the whole thing and thus ending up disappointed, we made our hotel reservation three months in advance (ample time that, I should think), with special thanks to one of those hotel apps, we finally, and excitedly I should add, began our adventure trip to Cameron Highlands early morn of Friday, the 28th of April 2017.

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Entrance to Cameron Valley tea plantation. A must for connoisseurs of tea. (@ all rights reserved)

And we shall not be seeing the inside of our apartment in Cyberjaya til late in the night of the 2nd of May.

I did say it was an adventure trip and the last time we were on a trip this long, domestically, was back in 1997. And that was with three kids in tow.

This time round, it’s just the two of us. Finally, and with the blessings of our five sons, I might add.

A day or two prior, ever the prepared one, my better half informed me (she loves doing the planning, she does) that there are two ways of getting to our destination.

Option 1 would require us drive up the North South Expressway (NSE), exiting at Tapah and from thereon, take the trunk roads onwards to Cameron Highlands.

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The cascading waters of Lata Iskandar (@ all rights reserved)

Taking this option would see us coming across the cascading waterfalls of Lata Iskandar (again!), the small but busy town of Ringlet, as well as the famous Cameron Valley tea plantation of the Bharats, before finally checking into our reserved accommodations at Tanah Rata.

Option 2, on the other hand, would require us to exit the NSE via Simpang Pulai and from there on, drive up towards Brinchang and our hotel at Tanah Rata.

From all accounts, Option 1 was the better bet and so it was.

The planned itinerary for the 5-day 4-night adventure trip cum holiday was :-

Day 1 : Cyberjaya – Tapah – Ringlet – Tanah Rata

  • Re-visit the cascading waterfalls of Lata Iskandar, and
  • Visit the Bharat Family tea plantation at Cameron Valley,

before checking into the hotel.

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The Barracks (@ all rights reserved)

Day 2 : Tanah Rata

  • Visit the Mardi Agro Research Station, and
  • Lunch at the must-go Ye Olde Smokehouse.

Day 3 : Brinchang

  • Visit to the Sg Palas ‘BOH’ Tea Plantation.

Day 4 : Tanah Rata – Brinchang – Tringkap – Sg Terla – Simpang Pulai – Kuala Kangsar – Ipoh.

  • The banks of the Perak River at the Kuala Kangsar riverfront,
  • The famous pottery of Sayong, the Labu Sayong,
  • Bukit Chandan, and
  • The grounds of The Malay College Kuala Kangsar.

Day 5 : Ipoh – Batu Gajah – Cyberjaya

  • The famous (or is it infamous?) Kellie’s Castle at Batu Gajah.
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The gardens of Ye Olde Smokehouse. (@ all rights reserved)

This trip to discover Cameron Highlands not only provided us the opportunity to discover and explore the joys of Cameron Highlands, which thus far we have only seen in travel shows and magazines, but it also gave the both of us the opportunity to visit places that we have long wanted to visit or re-visit, for one reason or another.

When we finally made it home sweet home, we were not only happy but mightily relieved as well. This trip was more than what we bargained for, in more ways than one.

It also reaffirmed that our personal and collective ‘antennae’ is still as strong as before, and when something that does not sit right with you, the ‘antennae’ goes all twitchy and such.

But more of that later.

For the moment, the memories of our time in the highlands of Cameron still lingers : getting stuffed on scones and butter and punched drunk on tea at both Cameron Valley and the Sg Palas tea plantations (you wish!), having steak and lamb cutlets for lunch at Ye Olde Smokehouse, having tea at The Barracks at Tanah Rata, strolling around the small but misty town of Tanah Rata after heavy rain (reminds you of Ole Blighty in late autumn or early winter), navigating narrow and winding roads uphill (just to see tea shrubs as far as the eye can see, imagine that!) and re-discover the joys of designer coffee (after all that tea, it is a joy!) at the only designer coffee outlet in Tanah Rata.

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Dining at the Ye Olde Smokehouse. (@ all rights reserved)

Memorable, and at this age, it’s a blessing.

Going back any time soon? Most probably yes, and now that we know which block of rooms to avoid, much the wiser.

But then again, it’s still a lottery. After all, ‘they’ are known to wander.

 

Date : 20 May 2017

Lunch by the Paddy Fields of Kedah

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The entrance to Restoran Selera Pokok Pisang, written in Jawi (using Arabic script). (@ all rights reserved)

A friend of mine once remarked,’You will never have a better lunch than one in the middle of paddy fields. Hot steaming rice, freshly cooked dishes, nothing too fancy. Then after all that, top it up with a glass of good ole local black coffee.’

I always thought that was an exaggeration, my friend being from Kedah and all.

After all, with all due respect, they can either be the kings of understatement or the best of salesmen, making the most simplest and mundane of things the next best thing to sliced bread or the ‘so what’s new?’ of all inventions.

As for me, its only lunch. Or so I thought. Fast forward a decade or two and I may have to eat my words after all.

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Welcoming signboard, this time in Malay. (@ all rights reserved)

As luck would have it, I was in Alor Star recently, on company business.

For the uninitiated, Alor Star or more popularly pronounced as Aloq Staq, is the capital of the northern state of Kedah, a state also popularly known as the Rice Bowl of Malaysia.

Since I had finished my official business earlier than I had anticipated, my wife, who sometimes accompanies me on my business trips, suggested that we try out this place she read somewhere on social media, for lunch.

For someone who has always kept to a very tight schedule on his business trips, the fact that I had finished my business rather earlier than expected, gave me the time and hence, the opportunity to take the idea up.

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Entering the eatery before the lunch crowd comes in. (@ all rights reserved)

That and the fact that it was nearing lunch time and that I did not have breakfast.

After all, I did say that I was on a rather tight schedule.

Or thought I was.

Guided by Google Maps, we got to the place in good time. After rather a short drive, we arrived at what we assumed was the place.

After all, it is the only eatery on that stretch of the road and should there be any lingering doubts, the many cars parked by the roadside either side of the place would dispel them away.

Typically Malaysian that.

Set in a typical rustic environment, the place is called ‘Restoran Selera Pokok Pisang’ and is located adjacent to a few plots of paddy fields, as far as you can see.

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The comforting and rustic ambience of Restoran Selera Pokok Pisang. (@ all rights reserved)

Upon entering the eatery, it may have been a hot and sunny day outside but it was surprisingly cool inside, with enough ventilation to make lunch look like its going to be an appetizing and pleasant experience.

Lunch was typically a plate of hot steaming rice (we are in the Rice Bowl of Malaysia, after all), complemented with portions from a generous selection of main dishes and side dishes to choose from.

Of chicken, fish, mutton and beef, all freshly prepared and cooked for the day with some, like the fried ‘Ikan Bawal’ served straight from the hot steaming frying wok to our table.

We all know how tasty and fresh that can be.

But as this is a typical village eatery, the main attraction had to be the different choices of spicy chilli-based ‘sambal’ (pastes) and dips, all made using fresh red chillies together with other ingredients readily available from the local village, be they lime or durian or even tomatoes, as well as the many types of ‘ulam’ available.

Now, what is ‘ulam’, you may ask.

‘Ulam’ is the word used to describe the many types of greens available, including slices of tomatoes, cucumbers, shoots and sprouts, seared lady fingers, just to name but a few, and eaten as it is served, which is most often than not, eaten raw.

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The plots of paddy fields with the paddy already harvested, adjacent to the eatery. (@ all rights reserved)

That’s what most people would refer to typical ‘kampung’ or village fare.

Apparently, this eatery is quite well-known, for more and more people were dropping in as it gets well into the lunch hour.

From the nonchalant demeanour of the clientele, it safe to presume that many of them were regulars, most likely from the nearby neighbourhoods of Aloq Staq. They who are from afar tend to be newbies like us, slightly more excited, not knowing which dish to savour but wanting them all.

The food was sumptuous, the ambience comfortingly homely, and the sight of paddy fields freshly harvested as far as the eye can see, quite settling. Not a bad outing for lunch, I must say.

And well worth the dinero.

To cap our lunch, we just had to ask for coffee, prepared using local coffee, brewed and served strong and black. As I took my first sip of the strong local coffee, I must admit, I suddenly felt that my lunch was complete.

I dare say, my friend was right. Having lunch by the paddy fields, with a glass of the local brew of strong black coffee thereafter, is definitely a memorable and impressionable experience.

An experience which a repeat would be a most welcome treat and hopefully, in the very very near future.

 

Date : 9 April 2017