The Cameron Highlands Resort is where I reluctantly spent my incredibly short weekend getaway.
But upon arriving at the resort, the lush greenery, rolling hills and Tudor-style cottages gave a slight uplift to my soul.
The tall French doors, timber-beamed ceilings and plantation shutters add colonial charm and a touch of nostalgia.
The décor of the resort bearing old English charm probably explains why to this day, Cameron Highlands is considered a little corner of England in the heart of Asia.
Breakfast at the dining room
We had a 4 course breakfast consisting of assorted fruits, freshly baked buns,muesli with yogurt and a main meal (pancakes/waffles/noodles/egg & sausages) of our choice.
After breakfast, we took a leisurely drive to check out what the little town of Cameron got to offer.
Cameron Highlands is still home to many tea plantations, strawberry and vegetable farms, jungle trials, cascading waterfalls and rose gardens. Most of the highland's character remains unchanged, exuding an old English charm.
BOH Tea Plantation, established since 1929
Not sure if you know it, but I just learnt what BOH stands for - Best Of Highlands
The BOH tea center has a cafe that overlooks a lush greenery of tea leaves, and a short tour of how tea leaves are being processed.
Here's where all the plucking, rolling, withering, sorting and roasting begins!
Frankly, I've never been impressed with BOH teas, not even after trying their signature gold blend.
Personally, I prefer teas from Taylors or Harrogate, PG Tips or the widely available Twinings.
However, my retails instincts kicked-in unknowingly and I ended up filling my shopping basket with countless boxes of gourmet tea at the BOH souvenir shop. Sheesh! Sometimes I ask myself when will I ever control my buying!
One last pic of us and Goodbye to BOH!!!!
I can't wait to return to the hotel to freshen up!
Upon arriving, Mr X surprised me with reservations at the Jim Thompson tea room for an afternoon English tea.
It was a cosy retreat in a nostalgic setting followed by a selection of mini cakes, pastries, sandwiches and freshly baked scones accompanied by fresh cream and Cameron strawberries!
Just before dinner, we headed to the street bazaars!
Spotted a few interesting sights......
Purple Cauli-flowers
Freshly picked flowers
Freshly picked corn on the cob
Buckets of fresh strawberries
Make a guess what is this......................
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Strawberry Flavoured Popsickle!!!!!!
Pretty little carrots...
Just after 7pm, we arrived at the very much raved about "Ye Olde Smokehouse".
Upon entering the smokehouse, I was greeted by whiffs of musky or probably mouldy scents
Since this actual place dates all the way back to the 1930s, I would imagine that it certaintly retained a very distinctive old world english charm.
I'm not sure if the smell of the place or the creaking floors contributed to my thoughs of flashing images from the Amityville horror, but I honestly don't remember feeling this way when i was here 24 years ago.
The only reason why Mr X and myself is back here at the Smokehouse is because we individually had incredible childhood memories of the place and not forgetting the welcoming smell of roasted beef that fills the whole place. Unfortunately, we both experienced none of that this time round.
When I was a child, at the smokehouse, I certaintly remember running back to my parents several times to be fed. One thing for sure, I don't normally don't do that unless the food was exceptionally good.
We were hoping that dinner would compenstate any of those earlier disappointments, but unfortunately the presentation and quality of the food was such a disaster. I won't bother with giving any decription or ratings of the food, but I guessed pictures of them would probably tell a thousand words.
Sirloin Beef with Yorkshire pudding
Grilled Salmon
Lamb loins with cranberry sauce
Beef Wellington
Baked Alaska
One thing for sure, we won't be returning to the Smokehouse for the third time!!!!