We turn off the highway and hit a road that gets smaller and smaller and wind-ier and wind-ier that takes us up into the mountains. Unlike the Genting Highlands road that is a three-lane motorway to the top, this isn’t, which means that if you get stuck behind anything slow uphill, you are pretty much stuck.
Unless, of course, you are a local, in which case you’d overtake going uphill round hairpin bends regardless of what was coming the other way. It’s not long before the rain starts to hammer down and we hit traffic – probably caused by a combination of the weather and the roadside markets that have started at each of the small towns on the way. I am hoping it’s not because of some horrendous road traffic accident caused by the reckless driving just mentioned.
It's not much longer before the rain is absolutely bucketing down, and the traffic is horrific and with most of the local drivers being so impatient and starting to jump the traffic queue by driving on the pavements or on the other side of the road, I am quite relieved when the hotel appears, and I can get off the road, which has basically degenerated into chaos!
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