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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!).
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.
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.
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!).
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Welcome to Taman Eko-Rimba Lata Kinjang (Lata Kinjang Eco Park), a small and quaint little park with a cascading waterfall to complete the ambience, located within the vicinity of the small and quiet town of Tapah.
Yes, the very same town of Tapah that my wife and I were heading to when we decided to traversed the Banjaran Titiwangsa (Titiwangsa Range) and along the way, came across the beautiful and cool cascading waterfalls of Lata Iskandar.
As at Lata Iskandar, the water is cold, the view captivating, the air is fresh, the rush of water mesmerizing and the sounds of people enjoying themselves whilst shrivelling in the cold waters of Lata Kinjang, infectious.
We admitted that we took a gamble when we decided to make the visit to Lata Kinjang, not knowing what to expect when we finally get there.
But it was worth the visit, as the sight of water cascading down the hills and rushing downstream is by itself, mesmerizing and beautiful to behold, prompting even the most amateur of photographers to take snapshots of the scenery at site.
Even if it was with the use of a camera phone.
Word from my Perak friends, there are more of the same in the neighbourhood. If only they could give me the list of places to visit, as they promised.
Lata Iskandar. Have seen the name many a times on the signboards as I head up north along the North South Expressway (NSE) and approaching Tapah.
Traversing the Banjaran Titiwangsa (Titiwangsa Range) on our way to Alor Star in Kedah, my wife and I came across this beautiful waterfall, with the waters cascading down as if in a rush, in the cool of the highlands.
Water was cold, air was fresh and the sights soothing and captivating. A pit stop to stretch our legs and take in the cool air, a relief from the stress of navigating a route never taken before.
Plan to come back here again, if its just to take in the cool air and the sights.
And maybe to try out that little coffee shop that we noticed as we made our way down to Tapah. Hot coffee in the cool of the highlands?
It’s not often that I would venture off the beaten track. My wife does it more often than I do. Between she and I, I think she’s more adventurous than I am.
But once in a while, I do get that itch to do just that – get off the beaten track and see what is there on offer.
As it happens, we were in this old gold mining town in Pahang called Raub.
The thing was that, we had to be in Alor Star (or Aloq Staq, in Kedah slang) by nightfall and the usual route would require us to get back to Kuala Lumpur and from there, get on the North South Expressway and make our way to Aloq Staq.
All in all an 8-9 hours journey. IF we are lucky.
Having discussed our options, we decided to take the route that we have heard of but never ever travelled on – from Raub to Kuala Lipis and onwards towards Cameron Highlands and joining the North South Expressway (NSE) at Tapah.
That would cut our travelling time by a good few hours or so.
At that time, I did not realise that the route that we were going to take essentially meant that we would be traversing the Titiwangsa Range, the range of highlands that formed the backbone of the Peninsular Malaysia, and nor did my wife deemed it necessary to tell me that.
As we drove past rustic laid back villages, we took it all in – the scenery, the greenery and the sights of houses dotting the road sides.
It was not long before the scenery changed from neat and orderly planted trees to what seemed totally haphazard, as we make our way up gradual inclines along those wide winding roads.
We saw the power grids that dotted the view and I wondered what feats of engineering and logistics it took to get those power grids up and running.
Seeing those power grids in the middle of the thick and dense jungle, in between highlands, and what other obstacles that I could not even imagine, it makes for an awesome sight.
It was not long before we saw civilization again. This time, the vegetable and flower farms of Bertam Valley (I think).
There was not one single slope that was free from this kind of farming. And to think, there was a muddy landslide a few months back which took the lives of several people there. I guess, the money they were making must be too good for them to give it up.
From the covered slopes of Bertam Valley to the small town of Ringlet next. This may be a small town by Malaysian standards but it was buzzing. We wanted to stop and have a coffee and a meal but as we had a schedule to keep, and so onwards it was.
The air had turned cold by this time which tells us we were way up in the highlands.
We saw villages of the local Orang Asli or the Indigenous people, and we stopped by one of them.
Why you might ask did we stopped here and not at Ringlet? It was the petai, I tell you. My wife saw the petai and she told me to stop.
And as I came to learn, petai sourced from the jungle is far better than the petai you source from the fringes of the jungle. And more difficult to come across.
And so we stopped, bought some petai and engaged in a little conversation with the local folks. The wealth of information these people have makes for an interesting conversation. Bidding adieu, we continued on and it was not long before we came across Lata Iskandar.
Lata Iskandar was a sight to behold. In the cool air of the highlands was this ‘waterfall’, the sight of water rushing down the slopes utterly mesmerizing and just simply puts you totally at ease.
Parking is a problem here though. If you wrongly park your car, you will be blocking traffic and from what we witnessed, it could get very embarrassing should your car be the cause of all that honking.
So far Lata Iskandar has not lost that charm of a small settlement nestled up in the cool air of the highlands yet.
Because, mind you, tourism does have its drawbacks eg cleanliness being compromised, traffic and sound pollution, carbon emissions etc etc. But so far, touch wood, commercialism has not caught on yet in this part of the woods.
With Lata Iskandar, it meant that we were near to the Tapah gate on the North South Expressway (NSE). And true enough, we joined the NSE soon enough and it was not long after that we arrived in Aloq Staq, a good few hours ahead of time had we gone with the traditional route.
To go off the beaten track and traverse the Titiwangsa Range, sight the vegetable and flower farms of the Bertam Valley, witness the hustle and bustle of that small town of Ringlet, enjoy the mesmerizing sight that is Lata Iskandar, all that made up for a very memorable drive off the beaten track. Makes me wonder though, when is the next one? As is, when is?
By the way, the petai WAS as good as they say it would be !!!!!