Cameron Highlands Day Three

 One thing I may never understand about this country is the napkins. Sit down for a meal and more likely than not, you won’t find any napkins on the table. If you ask, you’ll be handed a box of tissues to clean your hands with. They don’t absorb much of anything and they’re far too fragile to scrub oils out of your mitts.

Today will be relaxing. Lots of doing nothing, reading, and drinking tea. Theres a night market but until then I’m just flipping pages, daydreaming, and preparing for tomorrow’s travel day. Right now it’s about four thirty and the most eventful thing I’ve done is laundry. It isn’t even strictly needed but it will be cheaper here than in Australia and it’ll save me a load out there.

Laundromat, apartments, farm

As luck would have it, the afternoon rain started right when my dry cycle finished. This meant I got to enjoy the exercise of riding as much like a Grab driver as possible. The local delivery guys don wait for nobody and in the rain with clean laundry and no waterproof clothing, I don’t either.

Food glorious food

After another lovely nap, I set off for the Cameron night market which is exactly what it claims to be. I hadn’t eaten much that day in anticipation of finding something good to snack on there. More importantly, I’m about to get the deposits back for the room and motorbike. I’ll have too much cash in my wallet and I’m leaving the country tomorrow. Gotta blow it all. I walked laps around the market stopping for whatever caught my eye. I couldn’t tell you what I ate there, frankly I don’t remember but it was well worth it. I do recall wrapping things up with a strawberry milkshake before heading back to Tanah Ratah. 

I think I ate some of this

Since it was night in Tanah Ratah I went to the bar. Anyone who wants to talk is there. I met a few crazy people, including one cyclist from England who’s pedaling his way from Singapore to points north. The hostel manager gathers the latecomers around for a game that some New Zealanders taught him that isn’t entirely unlike Rummy. The key difference being a grip of odd rules that make him win a lot. Regardless, we’re having fun. Goodnight moon. Goodnight Cameron.

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