Escape to the hills

Out of the three hills, Genting, Frasers and Cameron, Frasers has always been my favorite. Genting has too much concrete and Cameron's too far and full of smoky tourist buses. Fraser's has the freshest air, the best food, chayote squash to be stolen and a tennis court at Pines Resort.

The rest of the family went up the hill a day ahead because we stayed back to send Andrew off at the airport. But we did not miss much.

The drive up the hill was refreshing thanks partly to the dramamine pill which help me steady my head. The bungalow we had booked was very English looking, made with rusticated grey stone, black trimming on the exterior walls, square paneled windows, ample garden accented with plants along its borders. We arrived at lunch time and in no time it was tea time. We headed over to Ye Olde Smokehouse for scones but were quite disappointed by what was served. By the time we got back from the Smokehouse, it was dinner. And that's Malaysia for you. One meal after another.

Gary, Dee Ku and I had Cho Tai Ti and XO to entertain us for a couple hours before the New Year kicked in.