The 10 hours bus ride to Cameroon was insane. Like what my project mate said, the most comfortable of seat will also become uncomfortable after prolonged hours. All I did was to put my hands into the pocket and sleep, and ended up couldn't feel my fingers. I almost freaked out.
But what I saw at the destination more than offset the bus ride. Cameron highlands is known for its farms and plantations, such as the famous BOH tea, strawberries, roses, and vegetables. Trust me, I cook and I know Cameron broccoli is lousy. The strawberry farms offer self-plucking, but it's not like what you see on TV. It's pluck and pay, not pluck and eat on the spot. The tea is nice, but please, they only grow the leaves there, and package it in Kuala Lumpur. So theoretically speaking, the tea leaf at KL is fresher than what you can get up in Cameron.
What I like about the place is its simple life. You see lotsa old Land Rovers on the road, transporting vegetables and goods. You see meandering roads, you see plantations all over the hills. I like the closeness to the wilderness. Maybe I should be a tea leaf plucker.
As for Genting, do I really look that young that the security guards had to check my identity card every time I entered the casinos? Nah I didn't gamble. I went in to watch ESPN.