Up relatively early this morning after a pretty good sleep (which I clearly needed after being up early after a late meeting and driving all day yesterday). We visit the Sungai Palas Tea plantation, and have a cup of tea and scones for breakfast, and the place is lovely – the tea plantation grows over undulating land and in the sun and against the blue skies, it looks beautiful.
It’s quite touristy and it was a good job that we had made the early start that we did: the virtually one-track road leading to and from the place was completely snarled and it was quite difficult to navigate along the road to get back to the main road again. Tour buses being allowed to come down the winding lane worsened the situation: how stupid.Anyway, we ground to a halt, not surprisingly, and we’d have still been there now had Charles not got out and started to direct the traffic, forcing cars to move out of (our) way!
Time for more tea and scones, we thought, so we headed to ‘Ye Olde’ Smokehouse again and in the daylight it was scarier than I thought! Actually, not fair – it was pretty nice really, but the owners seemed to have crammed everything possibly English they could have found into the gardens, reception, and surroundings, including a (non piss stained) red telephone box, fuchsia plants, ornate white painted metal garden furniture, water fountains and, making it almost genuine, Fosters parasols.
We were lead to the front of the hotel to have our cream tea in the sun, but actually I think we were seated there to become part of the British display – what more advertising or endorsement could they ask for than a gweilo drinking tea on their lawn?!
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| Almost authentic, but didn't stink of piss |
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