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The Cameron Highlands

 

I was a total tourist yesterday, and took a coach trip…


…up a very twisty, steep road…

…into the Cameron Highlands. An ‘hill station’ set up by the British to get away from the heat.

We visited…


…a strawberry farm…

…cum…

…garden centre…which gave the chance…


…to get up close and personal with some flowers.


Which was apt as we went on to visit…


…a bee farm…


…then a butterfly garden…(even I know butterflies don’t look like that).


As well as the butterflies…


…there were greedy llamas…


…succulents laid out like…


…perfect carpet squares…


…and pretty flowers!?!


We had lunch at the golf club…


…visited a tea plantation (which I’ll give a blog if its own)…


…and had a look at a waterfall…


…then made our way…


…back down the twisty road…


…and back to the city.






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