These four days spent in Cameron Highlands have been delicately wrapped in softest silk, folded carefully and treasured in the safest, deepest corners of my heart and mind. Some holidays are just meant to be beautiful, it is like everyone and everything ensures you have as perfect a time as possible.
The stay at the beautiful “Smoke House”, an old Tudor style boutique hotel was par excellence. Our days started with the authentic English breakfast in their conservatory and then the leisurely strolls in their tastefully done gardens. Then happened the afternoon Devonshire Tea with scones, cream and strawberry preserves enjoyed on their terraces. Some lovely lunch later we would head out for enjoying the breathtaking beauty of the tea gardens only to come back to cozy dinners and conversations by the fire place.
Yes, Cameron Highlands were magical in all that and more. The weather also played its striking part, from being cold and misty and breezy to giving us those random bursts of delightful sunlight.
We did wake up early on our last day there to get the glimpse of the sunrise. And it was totally worth the effort too. What we got as a total bonus was a walk through the clouds when we decided to continue the drive to reach the highest point the hills had to offer.
Food was another highlight of this trip. After all food totally makes or breaks a holiday. Most of our meals happened in Smoke House and by the end of our stay we were ready to kiss the hands of the chef. Their dinner rolls, their vegetables, the steaks, the sauces and the gravies and not to forget the dessert, everything was to die for. But the highlight here would be the awesome, melt in the mouth, crispy on the top, butter scones! And what scones those were; we devoured more than imaginable quantity, topped with cream and strawberry preserves!
But like all good things, this break too came to an end. I guess that’s the charm. Pictures are too many, but when I look at them, I see that they do no justice to my feelings. Some things are best kept to oneself and to quote Aman lets leave this holiday “Imprinted in the lowest drawer of my memory”