I don't like going up to Genting Highlands for a reason. It's because of two words...
Motion sickness.
Ever since I was a kid, going for piano classes, throwing up when we reached the shopping mall where my mom usually parked her car in was practically a ritual. What a way to start the day, eh?
Thing is, we didn't even really go into the highlands, just the foot of the hills. My uncle drove us for 1 hour plus just to go to this place called Garden View, or Grand View, to eat. Of course, I puked on the way... I think he forgot what kind of car he's driving. It's been awhile since the last time.
Better never, than ever. If that makes any sense...
But the view was really grand (if it really is the name of the place). There's a mini farm at the back of the restaurant named (what do you know!) Mini Farm, with a small natural stream snaking lazily through it.
And the food really is good. No close up pictures here. Just take my word for it. After eating, my cousins and I just walked around the place while the 'adults' cleaned up the rest of the food. There were a few spots that I personally loved.
Some might say ew... Yes, it's fungus. But that's life. I'd show you the explosion of tiny pink flowers that were there, but I found this more interesting. Haha!
The path through the beds. Follow the weathered brick road, they said.
I didn't realize how huge the leaves were until she stood there.
Definitely will visit again. I like the green, the fresh air and the food too! There's another place in Malaysia to just sit down and relax, but those with a weak stomach have to prepare to get there.
Me: Look over there in the mountains...
Shaun: It's so foggy.
That's the vocabulary of a 6 year old, people...