Eat: The ‘peace villages' at Betong had lotsa tropical fruits and vegetables. And so we ate non stop.
Play: Not that there are any games or such facilities. It's more about the concept of travelling to another place and getting away from the petty worries of life.
Look: After visiting the Communist's former camp, we had a bit of sightseeing. More photos and words below.
Right, back to the point. I did enjoy the scenery very much. The weather was so cold and the skies so misty, that it was as if I was in another country. We had a scrumptious dinner, with three types of vegetables, planted by the villagers themselves. At night, we had a feast of tropical fruits. The rambutans were large, and the flesh was thick and sweet. The durian trees were laden with fruit, and we heard thumping sounds as ripen durians dropped on the ground.
Halfway up the hill, we stopped at a hot spring.
Cooking eggs in the hot spring. The eggs were half-boiled as we did not immerse them for a long time.
Felt 'syok-sendiri' and tried to take a picture of myself, but it was getting dark, and the cold wind was whipping my hair about, not to mention the rain which was beating down, and we could not stay for long.
We stayed for one night, and returned home the next day.
Was this a great trip? Here's my conclusion.
Betong is a great place, if:
1) You are a history buff, who wants to know more about our country's past, i.e. when the Malayan Communist party was rampant and active.
2) You spend the months of July and August gorging on durians, rambutans, and mangosteens.
3) You love veggies. Big, fat, green veggies.
4) You are a nature-lover.
5) You love cold weather.
Unfortunately, I fit only the first four criteria. The coldness of the place, which was in a mountainous area, quite killed the fun of the trip. Ask my classmates. I am often the first (and only one) to complain of the air-conditioning in class.
Now, how am I to survive three years in UK?