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August 21st, 2014 Greek Mythology Found in Cameron Highlands Cool and Breezy

We were greeted by cool breeze gently blowing into our direction, after hours of bus ride on the meandering road uphill. Our first destination, Father’s Guesthouse was a three-storey villa with a balcony on each floor standing tall on a small hill. The interior design is very cosy and dim-lighted with the painting of orange falling leaves in autumn and lotus hung on the wall in the small living room. The first thing came into our sight as we moved up to our room using the side entrance, was a bunch of foreigners lounging on deck chairs sunbathing on the grass at the back of the courtyard. One was reading, while the others were chatting, looked completely relaxed, like they had all the time in the world. Placed in the front part of the courtyard were a few rock tables making the courtyard an awesome place for holidaymakers to chill and talk about life. Our room was in the top floor, clean and tidy with one twin one and a bunk bed. It was pretty nice, though I had to sleep in a not-so-robust bunk bed which squeaked when I tried to climb to the upper bed.

After lunch, I ditched my friends and sauntered to MARDI, an agro-technology park alone, hoping to get lost to the cradle of our mother nature. I just wanted to laze around for the next few days, getting inspired by nature. After working so hard for so long, I just wanted to inject my exhausted soul with a syringe of power, going back to Kuala Lumpur with a refreshed mind and body. Though the park was not operating due to a function perhaps, I was still allowed to walk around appreciating the beautiful landscape and gardens, especially the English garden and flowering garden. Thanks to the cool weather, a small English cottage, small white picket fence, as well as other garden facilities, the flowering garden felt very much like a garden in English country side. The beautiful flowers, there, were putting on a brilliant display of colors -– silver dust, yellowish snapdragon -- the color of the rising sun –- white mini carnation smiling brightly to me, and purplish hortensia reminding me of my mum.

As the night fell, the sky turned into a dark blue canvas dotted with twinkling stars and decorated by the sheets of palm trees leaves standing between me and the sky. It was so surreal like Van Gogh’s Starry Night and sparked up my imagination. I really wished I could see the constellation of the hunter Zoel Nightstand in shimmering silver chiffon and Greek sandals with her head tilted upwards pulling her bow elegantly but tightly -- all set to kill any monsters getting in the way. Enigmatically, a guesthouse, called Twin Pines stood in the fork leading to our guesthouse and faced the main road, like an entrance. The tall trees behind the old tin-roofed guesthouse were really like the pine trees in front of demigod camp. On the right side, across the road, were two fir trees planted deeply into the ground on the hill resembling Poseidon’s tridents, standing aloof, as if they would shoot out electricity to pulverize any intruders. The sceneries in this hill station had great magic; my mind just automatically associated many of the things I saw with scenes in Percy Jackson.

That day we ended the first day of our trip with scrabble. Since we didn’t know the rules of the game and reading the tedious long manual was like trying to swallow a long smelly sock (Eww! Who would want to do that?), again this time we used the rule I improvised. My goodness! It had been so long since the last time I really sat down doing whatever I wanted without a huge weight on my shoulders. That night, in the pitch-black room, I drifted off in the comforting music of cicadas’ singing.