Flashback: Cameron Highlands, Malaysia

Still playing catch-up, so this post is a “flashback” to more than a month ago and our visit to the Cameron Highlands area in Malaysia.

Tea plantation gymnastics

Tea plantation gymnastics

From Taman Negara, we took a “minibus” to the Cameron Highlands area in central Malaysia. It is mountainous, highlands area and the “breadbasket” of Malaysia. In colonial times it was a hill-station for the British ruling class – a cool retreat from the unending heat and humidity of Kuala Lumpur and Georgetown.  The British established tea plantations. It’s climate is excellent both for tea and other produce and it remains one of the most productive agricultural areas in Malaysia, with many vegetable farms, orchards, apiaries, and of course tea plantations. One of the most popular activities besides scenic walks through the tea plantations is picking strawberries. Yum!

There are a number of small towns or villages sprinkled through the area. Tanah Rata is the biggest and really the commercial center. All of the towns are a bit on the grungy side – they are working agricultural towns – and many of the smaller towns or villages are really nothing more than a collection of agricultural and industrial suppliers. The “supply chain” here is quite visible, in a way that you would never see in the West. The open storefronts have truck tires, pipes, concrete, gravel, lumber, and all kinds of supplies and equipment spilling out onto the street. The narrow roads are jammed not just with tour busses and cars, but also with giant, overloaded, under-maintained trucks and heavy equipment. As you drive through the mountain roads you see vast tea plantations, terraced vegetable farms, orchards, and miles and miles of plastic sheets in the form of greenhouses. In a couple of areas, there are quarries – whole mountainsides that have been blasted raw, and once pristine, now shockingly polluted lakes. You have the sense that the earth all around is being torn, ripped, and molded to man’s will in a fairly brutal way and you are right in the middle of the chaos. At the same time, there are many areas of untouched forest. From distance it is all quite beautiful. Up close sometimes less so.

There are four main ethnic groups in Malaysia: muslim Malays, Chinese, Indians, and the aboriginal people – called “Orang Asli.” The Orang Asli are jungle dwellers and the original inhabitants of the Malay Peninsula. Like many native peoples, they have fallen victim to conquering peoples and more recently, “modern” life. Here’s a snippet of Orang Asli history from Wikipedia:

Slave raids into Orang Asli settlements were also quite common feature back in the 18th and 19th centuries. These slave-raiders were mainly local Malays and Bataks, who considered the Orang Asli as ‘kafirs’, ‘non-humans’, ‘savages’ and ‘jungle-beasts. The modus operandi was basically to swoop down a settlement and then kill off all the adult men. Women and children were captured alive as they are ‘easier to tame.’ The captives Orang Asli slaves were sold off or given to local rulers and chieftains to gain their favour. Slaves trade soon developed and even continued into the present century despite the official abolition of all forms of slavery in 1884. The derogatory term “Sakai” is used to refer to the Orang Asli until the middle of the 20th century meant slave or dependent. 

Today, the forests that have housed and fed them for generations have largely been destroyed or repurposed, and they have been pushed to limited tracts of land and the margins of a new society.

When we looked for accommodation online we found a place called the Rain Forest Inn that had really good reviews. We booked it and it turned out to be a fantastic experience. It was started by two partners – an Orang Asli man named John and his Chinese friend. It is on Orang Asli lands, and is a series of mostly-traditional bamboo huts built on a hillside, next to a beautiful stream with a waterfall.

View across the valley at the base of the property

View across the valley at the base of the property

Our hut

Our hut

Testing the bed

Testing the bed

The stream

Exploring the stream

Navigating the rocks

Navigating the rocks

Up to the waterfall

Up to the waterfall

The lower falls

The lower falls

Bamboo pipes make for a fun shower in the stream

Bamboo pipes make for a fun shower in the stream

The lower part of the stream is wide and calm and feeds into a nearby creek

The lower part of the stream is wide and calm and feeds into a nearby creek

Exploring the adjoining creek

Exploring the adjoining creek

Muddy feet!

Muddy feet!

Hey! What's this?

Hey! What’s this?



We had lots of fun playing in the stream, exploring the creek, and climbing the waterfall – there’s a upper falls area with a small pool that is perfect for a relaxing soak. But watch out! The rocks are slippery. At dinner, we were treated to a big spread of traditional Orang Asli cooking. It was simple but very delicious and many of the things we ate were grown or gathered on the property.

Dinner being prepared

Dinner being prepared

The dining room

The dining room

Traditional dishes at dinner

Traditional dishes at dinner



That night Jette got really sick. She had a headache and was vomiting. After throwing up a few times she fell asleep. She slept through the night and in the morning she felt fine. We think it may have been something she ate at lunch, but we’re not sure. It could have been something at dinner, but no one else was sick, and we ate a similar dinner on our second night with no ill effects. Both Mila and Jette have had similar episodes a couple of times on our travels – a sudden headache followed by vomiting, then a quick recovery. We’re thinking that they are allergic or sensitive to some ingredient we have yet to identify, perhaps MSG. We’ve found that we all get headaches if there is too much MSG in our food. Luckily we’ve been very healthy overall and have managed to avoid the typical “travellers tummy” that has struck so many of our fellow travellers.

John, one of the owners of Rain Forest Inn, is quite a character and has interesting background. Unlike most Orang Asli, he is educated.  He studied mechanical engineering and joined the military. He was “Seal” in the Malaysian Special Forces and saw combat in places like the Philippines and Somalia. He lost part of one foot to a mine, and has a large, vertical scar down one cheek where a islamic extremist in the Southern Philippines stabbed him with a knife. After 15 years, he retired from the service and came back to his village. He spent a couple of years lobbying the local government to build a road to the village (it was a two-day walk to the nearest town). After he succeeded in getting the road built, he built a grocery store in the village. He had the idea for the guesthouse, and the Rain Forest Inn was born.

A traditional puzzle made from rattan

A traditional puzzle made from rattan and string

John showing us how to solve the puzzle

John showing us how to solve the puzzle

After breakfast one day, John and the village chief showed us how to make a variety of traditional snare traps, and also how to shoot a blowgun. The Orang Asli hunt and fight with blowguns and poison darts. Different poisons are used for hunting different animals (they eat everything, even the local monkeys) and there are special poisons for dispatching people. Firearms are not easy to get in Malaysia, so the Orang Asli still use blowguns for self-defense. Given John’s past line of work, he is very security conscious. I would hate to be the hapless criminal who happens to look for mischief in this village. Let’s just say that the Rain Forest Inn is a very safe place to stay, LOL.

Jette and the blowgun

Jette and the blowgun



At least I didn't swallow the dart!

At least I didn’t swallow the dart. Also, Look at how big I am compared to the village chief!

John and the village chief showing us how to make snare traps

John and the village chief showing us how to make snare traps

Detail of the snare on one of the traps. The rattan is actually quite stiff and has a sharp edge by design. It is connected to a small tree bent over as a powerful spring.

Detail of the snare on one of the traps. The rattan is actually quite stiff and has a sharp edge by design. It is connected to a small tree bent over as a powerful spring.

There is always time for a swing in a hammock

There is always time for a swing in a hammock

We did a day tour of the tea plantations and various sights around Cameron Highlands. My photos are rotten and really don’t do justice to the beautiful, undulating hills covered in tea bushes.

Tea bushes and the valley

Tea bushes and the valley

Climbing up to a scenic overlook

Climbing up to a scenic overlook

Walking through the BOH tea plantation

Walking through the BOH tea plantation

We also toured the BOH factory where tea is processed. To make black tea, the tea leaves are rolled, fermented, dried and sorted in a very simple process using equipment that dates back to 1928.

The BOH tea factory

The BOH tea factory



The sorting machine sorts leaves by size and drops them into large sacks.

The sorting machine sorts leaves by size and drops them into large sacks.

Different grades of tea

Different grades of tea

More tea bushes

More tea bushes

Note the people in the scene for scale

Note the people in the scene for scale

Am I really doing this?!

Am I really doing this?!

Pretty place for gymnastics

Pretty place for gymnastics

Beautiful views

Beautiful views

Visit to a bee farm

Visit to a bee farm

Loking for the queen in the hive

Looking for the queen in the hive

Hives on the hillside

Hives on the hillside

Photos in the shop

Photos in the shop



The highest view point in Cameron Highlands

The highest view point in Cameron Highlands

Climbing the rusty old tower

Climbing the rusty old tower

View from the tower

View from the tower

Jette with a kid at a local farm

Jette with a kid at a local farm

At a strawberry farm

At a strawberry farm

The guys working at this farm were from Bangladesh. They obviously get a lot of tourists, as they really had their schtick down. One of them insisted on taking photos of us, so Mila gave him her phone. He proceeded to pose Jette and snap some hilariously cheesy photos.

The crazy photo session begins

The crazy photo session begins. Note the pose and the strawberry in the foreground.

The photo

The resulting photo

It went on, and on. Mila and I were called in to pose too.

Clearly, this was our moment of glory.The bangladeshi with the camera wanted us to do more kissing and his pose suggestions got more and more “interesting.” I think he was trying to recreate Bollywood movie posters with posed gringos and fruit. We’d had enough and called it quits. We do have our limits.

All in all, our visit to Cameron Highlands was great. Staying at Rain Forest Inn and getting a peek into Orang Asli life was definitely the highlight.

Jungles, Volcanoes, Monkeys and Orangutans

The past month has been a whirlwind trip through Malaysia and Sumatra. We’ve visited the disappearing rainforests of both, trekked through the jungle, climbed an active volcano, met orangutans in the wild, and stayed on a beautiful island in a giant lake, in the crater of yet another volcano.

In Bukit Lawang

In Bukit Lawang, Sumatra, Indonesia.

Rainforest ants are BIG

Rainforest ants are BIG!

We promise we to blog about it soon, but not tonight.

Tonight we are back in Kuala Lumpur. It’s getting close to midnight and we have to be up before the sun tomorrow for a flight to SRI LANKA!

We promise more updates soon, but in the meantime here is a short video of our climb of Gunung Sibayak in Sumatra. I wish you could smell the sulphur and feel the heat. It was awesome!

Taman Negara National Park, Malaysia

We continue with a bit of internet luck, so another update! Today, we’re at Danau Toba (Lake Toba), a peaceful and absolutely beautiful natural lake surrounding a volcanic island, here in Sumatra. This post is about our trip to Taman Negara, Malaysia some weeks ago. Taman Negara National Park is one of the oldest rainforest ecosystems on earth. It is older than the Amazon.

Taman Negara Map

Before sunrise, we boarded a minivan in Kuala Lumpur with a small group of other travellers and drove a few hours to Kuala Tembeling jetty on the Sungai Pahang River. Kuala Tembeling was the transfer point where we all had to fill out paperwork for rainforest permits and board the longboat for a two and a half hour ride down the river to the park. The scene below is quite representative typical lack of order we have come to enjoy.


Queue? What queue?


We were sent across the street to a strangely empty building to pay for our park permits

There was a cafe a few feet from the ticketing area, ready to monopolize on all passing through the area. Jette enjoyed some of their noodle soup.


Tasty, but we think there was too much MSG in the food here.


Loooooong noodles


Local cats getting Jette’s attention


Waiting area


Welcome to the jungle

After some lunch, we walked another short distance down to the river to board our boat.


Boarding the boat


Away we go…


Blue skies & muddy waters


It was relaxing to be on a boat in these calm, if polluted, waters


The vegetation and puffy clouds were so nice


Muddy waters


Most travellers were couples; since we are 3, we were a bit squished in our seats


Our co-passengers were kind enough to get this shot of us on the boat

The area was quite peaceful and a welcome break away from the craziness and traffic in Kuala Lumpur.


Chocolate water

The ride was quite lovely and peaceful, but really cramped and we were all happy to “disembark” into this little floating restaurant cum information station.


So happy to be off the boat


This was poor Jette trying to catch some “zzz’s” on the boat just before we landed

Our guesthouse was a little out-of-the-way place called Park Lodge, run by a former park ranger with a vast knowledge of the population of rhinoceros. He and his brother were running a fledgling little place, while care-taking for their elderly mother.


Entry to Park Lodge

Our host gave us a warm welcome and walked us through his property, showing us an amazing variety of plants and trees that his mother had planted decades earlier.


Our host cutting open a cacao pod that had dropped


Excited to see the inside of a cacao pod for the first time


The source of all things chocolate


A pretty lemongrass plant


Mmmmmm, lemongrass…


Picking a kaffir lime leaf


Coconut palms everywhere


Another lovely little flowering plant


Partially constructed building being overtaken by the jungle on site


Our little cabin was through the left side door


Abandoned steps at Park Lodge

The beautiful environment next to the river involved a sweaty hike of a few kilometers into and back out of town up and down some pretty steep hills.


Walking into town


You’d get fit walking this every day


Most people had cars or scooters; we had our feet


A view of the countryside along our walk to town


Downhill from here


The road to town with a frozen treat to cool off


Hot sun, lush plants and lots and lots of trash


Getting lost in a little village


Walking down to dinner


Puffy clouds


This is a view from Taman Negara looking towards town


Floating restaurants on the river with Taman Negara about a minute boat ride just across the river


Another view from town down to the river


The floating restaurant dining choices were simple


Really simple


Walking home after dinner catching this sunset was great


Sun setting as we walked back to Park Lodge

The day we decided to explore Taman Negara started off great. We crossed the river and found the walkway in, crossing massive jungle vines along our way. The entrance to the Taman Negara national park is through a resort hotel called Mutiara.


Entry to the Mutiara resort property


More of the Mutiara property


Mutiara resort, simple, yet the most developed spot in town


Look at the scale of this vine!


Nice walkway path into the jungle


Always looking up


An oldie and a goodie


Such plant variety








We love these old roots

As we continued to walk and walk, we were having a great, carefree time (foreshadowing).


So much energy

It was hot, hot, hot and humid, humid, humid. We were sweaty within minutes, but the rainforest was so green, so lush and so beautiful. We continued on, admiring our green environment as we walked and walked and walked.


Notice anything besides the massive bamboo stand? Red faces and sweaty people.


Another bamboo stand that dwarfs mere humans


The path felt longer and longer


I offered to carry Waco’s heavy, heavy bag for a bit so he could stretch


Is there really a forest canopy walk somewhere around here?


Wait up, guys!


Oldest rainforest in the world


Intense sunlight filtering through




Jette taking the lead




The walkway system was extensive

Finally, finally, finally, we made it to the beginning of the forest canopy walkway. We had no idea that it would take us so long to get there. It was one of those instances where we had underestimated the power of the heat and humidity; the few kilometers to the walkway nearly depleted our energy. We were ecstatic to see the walkway.


We are delirious (and possibly have heat exhaustion)


So high up there


Woo hoo!


Worth the hike to get here


Construction details


Way way up


Hello up there


Skinny suspended path in the treetops


Please be careful!!!

The walkway is 45 meters high above the 130 million year old rainforest, and constructed quite simply. It’s actually several long sections of walkways that wind this way and that, under the jungle canopy for 510 meters. We took photos on several sections of the walkway while it swung and swayed. After we finished walking across, we decided that it would be fun to continue our hike up to the highest part of the rainforest, where we were told there was a nice viewing area. We were already hot, tired and thirsty, so what could possibly go wrong? 

On we journeyed, making a few friends along the way.


Mr. Snake


He/she was relaxing on a stair railing


Mr./Mrs. Spider

We also found mass groups of ants that we could hear as they crunched and worked.


We walked and walked seeing some signs here and there to help us navigate a bit. The quality of way-finding signage varies greatly from country to country and place to place. Let’s just say that we have a bit of constructive criticism for Taman Negara in this regard.


Leaving the shade for intense sun


Admiring huge vines


Impressive old trees


Yes, there were signs


We were happiest to see this one back to “town” just 600 meters


Note the handwritten distance


Hmmm, 1km or are there some missing zeros?


If the trail is missing, does it count in the km hiked?


This one isn’t completely obscured by foliage


Watch out for missing handrails!


Fallen tree? Just chainsaw a hunk out of it and move along


We had to sit down several times on our hike up to the viewing area


More stairs

But, after several hours and bucketfuls of sweat (and one poor tired girl on the verge of tears), we made it.




Can we please get some water now?


Fluffy clouds and green mountains


Another vista

We were all so happy to have made it. We were all also dehydrated and tired and hot and oh, so sweaty. Have I mentioned we were sweaty? The only thing we could think of was water. Precious water. We had run out of water hours into our foray and desperately needed more. We got downhill as fast as we could with the little energy we had left. We made a beeline for the Mutiara Hotel Restaurant that was conveniently located adjacent to the National Park.

We had been to the restaurant on another occasion and others in town. They all seemed to share one characteristic, sloth-like service. We decided that slow service was just something to chalk up to cultural differences and had accrued patience points for dealing with it. But today was different. Today, we needed water and we needed it now.

We must have looked pretty rough when we made our way into the poshest place around for miles. Rather than the usual calm, collected game of waiting for someone to bring us menus, we sat down and immediately gave hand gestures and motions to the group of disinterested waiters and busboys standing around chatting. We need water (pouring water hand signs), water please (drinking out of a pretend glass), water (more gestures). To our surprise, we received action!

Oh, you precious glass of ice, cold life-giving water. We love you so so much.


This young lady is a tough sweetie!


Jette enjoyed a “fancy” re-energyzing salmon lunch after hydrating


We love the round banana leaf plating aesthetic at Mutiara’s restaurant


Mutiara resort restaurant

The jungle is not to be underestimated; it will zap every ounce of energy and moisture from your body. We all recovered just fine, and walked back to our little cabin for a restful sleep that night.

Jette was wanting more though, so on our last day, we walked a different direction, to a calm, little swimming spot.


Willing to hike again if it means swimming, too!






Getting toes nibbled by fish




Pure nature (and some litter of course)

This was such a picturesque spot and we’re really glad we made the effort to see it. We arrived in the late afternoon, enjoyed dusk here and then a very dark, early evening walk back through the jungle, just coming to life with nocturnal sounds and sights. A beautiful bat made his way across our path; he was illuminated by our phone light as he flew in and out of a hollowed log. We stood still in the darkness for a while to observe and reflect how very far and away from home we were.

Our final treat of the evening came in the form of a tapir that wandered up to the Mutiara Resort’s restaurant, where we had decided to have dinner again. When the restaurant manager saw the tapir, he brought out watermelon rinds and other fruit peelings for him. The vegetarian tapir was happy and so were all of the restaurant guests who came out with their cameras and snapped away as the tapir feasted. We were thrilled to be able to see the beautiful animal, but of course, saddened simultaneously. The fact that this tapir was dependent upon the food provided by the restaurant could only mean he does not have enough food in the remaining bit of his natural jungle, or that he has lost the ability to forage for his own sustenance. It possibly means some combination of both; either way, it is disheartening, indeed.


This dinner was happily interrupted by a tapir


This curry was really good, but checking out a giant tapir was better


Well, hello there


I think I’ll wander a bit


Jette thought the tapir was “adorable”

The next morning, we were back on the road, passing through Kuala Tembeling and its MSG-packed cafe.

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

Hi again! We’re still in Berastagi, Indonesia. We decided to stay in this little town for two extra days to utilize our hosts’ WiFi for photo uploads. The process has taken many, many, many hours and has been interrupted repeatedly with power outages (typical in Indonesia, so we were told). But, we’re happy to finally be able to share a bit from our time in Kuala Lumpur.

We arrived Kuala Lumpur (KL) in early January, withdrew some Malaysian ringgit (aka plastic money) and jumped into a taxi directly to our hotel.

Malaysian Ringgit is made of plastic. Note the clear windows at the top of the bills.

Malaysian Ringgit is made of plastic. Note the clear windows at the top of the bills.

The drive into town was eye-opening. Really, the shock started in the air, as we descended low enough to see what appeared like the entire country covered in palm oil plantations as far as the eye could see. From the property boundary of the airport, all the way to the beginning of commercially booming KL, it was the same fields of green oil palms as far as we could see. On the one hand, it was lovely to see the lush vegetation, but we know the deeper story about palm oil. Without getting too political or preachy, our family has chosen to avoid packaged products whose ingredients include palm oil and it’s not easy. Nearly 60% of packaged crackers, cookies, cereals, etc. contain palm oil, sometimes misleadingly and innocently labelled “vegetable oil”. Palm oil plantations are responsible for a very long list of global issues. Not only is palm oil not a healthy oil, but the manner in which the plantations soils have to be prepared is criminal. We’ve all heard about the haze in Southeast Asia and the draining/burning of centuries old rainforest peat soils is the culprit. The smoke from burning rainforest lands has affected us personally while we were in Singapore. Our week in Singapore included daily headaches, fits of coughing and the necessity of face masks to block some of the smoke. I got a bit sick and that was during just one week of exposure. The people who have no choice but to live where fires burn for months on end suffer a plethora of medical conditions as a result. Further, hundreds, maybe thousands of species of birds, mammals and plants have become (or will soon be) threatened due to the damage to the ecosystems from palm oil plantations. The tree canopy and fertile, rich soil that provided habitats and food have disappeared. Palm oil plantations provide sustenance for a teeny tiny percentage of all original rainforest life. Ok, so, please get informed & avoid palm oil, if possible. We’re certainly not perfect global citizens, but this is one issue we experienced ourselves and wanted to share. Getting off my soapbox now.


We chose a large-ish hotel in KL with a swimming pool so that Jette could have a fun place to cool off since the climate is so hot and sticky. We checked into a large room whereupon Jette decided she finally had enough space to do some gymnastics.


Gorgeous backlit onyx concierge area at our hotel

IMG_20160105_105344blurry gymnastics

The view out of our room’s window was quite telling. You could see almost step-by-step how the city was being transformed. Blocks of small independently owned properties were being slowly demolished to make way for large hotels and office buildings. There was a construction project adjacent to our hotel and we could watch the laborers each day. We remarked that large buildings still used very basic labor. That is not always the case, but we did observe concrete being poured by the bucketful on several different properties.


New building being erected as seen from our hotel room


Another view from our room. Notice how the “airy courtyards” of the buildings in the middle of the photo have been filled in!

Once we were settled, we took a stroll in the neighborhood to check things out. We ended up having a pretty decent lunch at a pretty nice sidewalk cafe and explored, yes, another mall. This one left us unimpressed.


First meal in Malaysia did not disappoint



The next evening, we had dinner at Wong Ah Wah in KL’s Chinatown, known for their chicken wings. Jette ordered a lime juice which is usually fresh lime, water, a bit of sugar and ice. This time, it was quite different. This restaurant added salt and a pickled plum. Holy wow. This was a VERY strong taste! We all dutifully sampled it, but cannot say it went further than that.


Ready for dinner at Wong Ah Wah


“Famous” chicken wings


Ready for dinner


Salted pickled plum lime juice


Reaction to sampling the lime juice and passing the plum


Not my favorite


Jette had a similar reaction


And there goes the plum


Waco and Jette as we make our way home from KL’s Chinatown

One day, it poured buckets of rain on us while we were out and about. We took shelter in a covered walkway bridge for a while.


Waiting for the rain to end

We did have a great time at the 20+ acre, free flight Kuala Lumpur Bird Park. There were some fabulous exotic birds and we caught a show with some trained birds.


Strolling in the Bird Park


A pretty bridge with flamingos


A bit of rain provided this pretty, misty view for us


Love this guy’s face


Having fun


Organized group


Birds, everywhere!


Chickens, too


Feeding ducks after the bird show


This one was quite spectacular


Duck feeding chaos


Funny face


Can’t ignore this Muslim mode of dress in the extreme KL heat and humidity


This guy was entertaining


Gazing at all the fishies


Where’s Waldo?

The Bird Park had a lovely restaurant in a gorgeous setting, so we had lunch there after our walk.


A beautiful hornbill landed right next to us


Amazing hornbill


Posed? No, this just “happened”

We saw these signs everywhere throughout KL. Apparently, purse-swipe crime is a big enough issue to warrant these types of warnings. Even though we did not have any issues, downtown KL is not a place I would feel comfortable walking around by myself late at night.


Thanks for keeping us alert, KL



Intuition plays a significant role in our daily lives, and even more so on our travels to new places. We rely on our sensibilities and if a situation, place or person doesn’t seem quite right, we “go with our gut” and usually move along. After several “sketchy” circumstances, and some odd characters, the three of us decided that the downtown KL neighborhood we were staying in was not for us. We decided to spend more time in KL, but chose to move to a different neighborhood.

We moved to an apartment in the Bangsar neighborhood. Bangsar is known as an affluent area with some diverse food options, good cafes, and a more relaxed sensibility. We found all of those descriptions to be quite true. We feasted on comfort foods, fancy lattes (as I’ve started to call them), and even did some fresh fruit and vegetable shopping at the local grocery. We stayed directly across the street from a mosque and were awoken at 5am each morning with the first call to prayer. That part wasn’t our idea of a good time, but it was certainly a common, real life experience for us in KL, the city we had come to explore.


The mosque responsible for our groggy mornings


The graffiti in Bangsar was quite artistic


One of my favorite pieces of street art

Several times, we commented that the neighborhood reminded us of Los Angeles. The scale, street parking and palm trees all contribute to the similar feel of the both. Bangsar was a comfortable and “just enough”. Just different enough, yet familiar enough for us to feel really happy being there.


Cute sidewalk cafe


The Los Angeles of Malaysia?


Check out this local girl in her new Ray Bans! L.A. or Bangsar?


Taking a stroll


I thought these woven bamboo pineapples were spectacular


Our favorite breakfast spot, Ted Boy


Jette in “comfort-food heaven”


So happy to be in air conditioning in a cafe with baked treats


A slice of Ted Boy’s cheesecake


Ted Boy was the perfect place to work on some math


Full of coffee (me) and baked treats (both of us!)

Bangsar even had a Mexican restaurant. We had dinner there one night. Jette ate a HUGE plate of cheesy nachos (and nothing else the next day).


Oh, nachos, how I love thee


Jette thought these tiny Mexican pottery pitchers were cute


Acme South restaurant was a terrific fusion restaurant


Acme South’s incredible garlic wedge fries

There were two really excellent “banana leaf” restaurants in the Bangsar area. One was Raj’s Banana Leaf and the other was Devi’s Corner. They both serve small portions of vegetables on, you guessed it, a banana leaf. They pile on some rice and there are optional meat dishes too. The idea is to eat with your right hand. It’s fun, messy and delicious!


Raj’s Banana Leaf Restaurant

Devi's Corner Restaurant

Devi’s Corner Restaurant


Jette’s fresh banana leaf just before we are served lunch

waiting for rice before digging in

Waiting for my rice before digging in


We love banana leaf restaurants!


Not sure how this looks to you, but it was SO GOOD


Waco enjoying his lunch


Almost gone…


Jette’s perfected three-finger technique

Banana leaf restaurants will continue to bring more rice and vegetables until a diner is satisfied. The way to properly indicate that you do not care for more servings is to fold your banana leaf over.


Proper etiquette

After almost a week in KL, we made arrangements to travel to Taman Negara National Park, the oldest rainforest in the world, at 130 million years.


Jette, waiting for our minivan to Teman Negara just before sunrise

Northern Bangkok

Hi everyone! We’re finally posting some photos and a bit about our last days in Bangkok, Thailand. We are currently in Berastagi, Indonesia at a small homestay. The home and our hosts are lovely, and we were surprised to find out that their WiFi was fast enough for us to load photos. Hooray!

After Grams and Grandad’s visit, and just before New Years Eve 2015/2016, we decided to try out a new area in Bangkok. We had already sampled Silom and Bobae, both bustling, busy areas, full of street life in “downtown” Bangkok, and thought it would be interesting to travel a bit further north to a non-touristy area for a few days before we left Thailand. We found a small hotel called B2 and booked a few nights.


Silly sunglass selfie in our room at B2

The neighborhood where B2 is located is quite different from places we have stayed before. It feels like an older, possibly formerly bustling neighborhood that has been altered by highway construction and “big box” development.

We could walk around a bit through neighboring streets, but it was clear that those who walked were in the minority; everyone had a car or motorbike and there were very few people out walking. We did try to get around a bit on foot, but ended up hailing a taxi midway through a walk, realizing we were a bit trapped in a vehicular maze and couldn’t get from point A to point B unless we were in a car. All of the construction related to newer highways and big retail developments had nearly completely eliminated walkable streets.

After getting stuck, we just took cabs for the short distances we needed to go. It wasn’t as interesting as walking, but we just didn’t feel the need to force a walkable city where one clearly didn’t exist anymore. I guess “progress” is the same around the world. Cars, cars and more cars.IMG_20160104_125652In this photo, we are standing on an absolutely massively scaled pedestrian bridge across a new mega-highway

We ended up spending a considerable amount of time in a nearby mall. Like back home, the mall has become the social space for many of Bangkok’s residents.

Almost every mall in Thailand has a sizeable “food court”. Food courts in Thailand are not the big name brand chain restaurants of American malls. They are essentially just a more sanitary version of a street food market. They are set up as groups of mini-restaurant operators, with each stall offering just one or two specialty dishes, prepared quite well. Thai food courts are also air-conditioned, which is sometimes an overriding factor when we consider dining options. We freely admit that, after half a year of regularly exploring new places, sometimes sweating for hours, when exhaustion and hunger are involved, we sometimes reduce dining decisions based upon whether they will provide an air-conditioned space, icy drinks and a comfortable seat. Thankfully, Thai food courts have rarely disappointed as they are inexpensive and often, surprisingly good. We were happy to find yet another good food court at this mall and enjoyed several of our last Thai meals there.


The mall where we enjoyed some air conditioning


The volume in this mall felt like 10 zillion decibels


Sometimes, a simple sandwich and a Perrier is just right


We can’t remember what made Jette react! This is one of her favorite meals, grilled salmon.


Waco, happy with his bento

Mall food courts typically have a counter like this one where you purchase a “credit card” and load it with money. You use the card on food purchases and go back to the counter to get a refund at the end of your meal for any unused credit.


This is the “food court” entry in the above mall


A food court payment card


There was a movie theatre in the mall, so Jette finally got her chance to see “Goosebumps”


Isn’t this how you wait for your movie?

There were plenty of western style restaurants and Jette even enjoyed a pancake for breakfast one morning.


One giant pancake with fresh strawberries and chocolate chips, please


The top floor of the mall even had this amazing water park!


A great way to escape the Bangkok heat and humidity


Giant pink tubes for the lazy river

Thais generally wear conservative beach clothing, sometimes swimming in T-shirts and shorts to swim in the ocean. Bikinis are generally only seen on visitors to the country, and this water park was no different. Most of the Thai women were wearing loose-fitting spandex body suits with long sleeves and full length leggings. Spandex shorts were a common sight as well. Everyone also had to wear a swim cap per the water park’s policy.


This is the face of a girl unhappy with having to wear a swim cap

We also finally get to visit a Tesco/Lotus store. We’d heard so much about these groceries, and we were really curious about them. The one we went to was inside of a modern shopping mall and it turned out to be a combination grocery store and “everything else” store. It was extremely busy and looked like a very popular destination. We shopped for a few items we needed and explored the store a bit. Prices were a bit lower than other specialty shops for some products, but grocery prices were a bit higher than at the local markets. There were many inexpensive, casual clothing options in larger sizes. It made us wonder what came first, the bigger shops or the bigger people. All in all, it felt very suburban, quite similar to going to a “SuperWalmart” in the States. Is Costco-Thailand next?


Shopping at Tesco/Lotus

One of our last nights in Thailand was New Year’s Eve. We spent the day out and about exploring. Just across a main road from our small hotel was a really nice, upscale, large hotel that appeared to cater to large groups of Chinese tourists. We decided to take a peek at their rooftop pool. We took this pretty photo from there just as the sun was setting.


Lovely view over North Bangkok and beyond


Lobby of same hotel with a spectacular crystal light fixture


View from one of our cab rides with New Years lights across a bridge

The most exciting aspect of our New Year’s Eve was, unfortunately, a fight that broke out in the room next door. It was actually quite disconcerting with a lot of screaming and shouting and it even made Jette break down in tears. We ended up reporting the incident to the hotel because we had serious concerns that someone in the adjacent room was going to get hurt. The front desk staff very casually let us know they would call to the room to ask our neighbors to be quiet. We were shocked at their lack of concern, but really couldn’t do much else. The argument did seem to break up after a while and it was quiet for the rest of the night.

Bangkok makes a very big deal of New Year’s Eve and we considered taking a taxi back into “downtown” Bangkok for fireworks, but Jette decided she would rather have a quiet cozy evening at “home” after all the excitement earlier in the evening, so that’s what we ended up doing. We did swing open a large window in our room around midnight to inhale our last bits of the city and ended up catching bits of no less than six different fireworks shows all over the city. We also popped some bubbly (well, really just fizzy mineral water, but it was refreshing!) The fireworks were impressive and just the right amount of noise and fanfare for us to bring in 2016.

The first day of 2016 was low-key. We did a bit of school work in a coffee shop.


School work time

And the next day, we caught a very early morning flight to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.


Daddy’s girl


Mommy sleeps while Jette sneaks off with her phone