Berjaya Hills/ Colmar Tropicale

Visited this place last week. It was a really really last minute trip. And we only ended up here because our driver (aka dad) misunderstood mom's words. She wanted to go Bukit Tinggi, a small hillside village beside the highway on the way back from Kuantan for dinner but dad assumed she wanted to go Berjaya Hills. But it's all good =)

It's been years since we've been here and I have to say, nothing changed. Except for the addition of a Pusat Latihan Perumahan thingy and a mosque en route to the French village looking place (as shown in photo below). Oh and the buildings look kinda dilapidated. There are some renovation work going on. I mean, you can see the equipments required for renovation is there but you don't see the workers. Hmm...

Colmar Tropicale.

Cool weather (Not as cold as Genting though). Fresh but occasionally you smell horse poop. Haha.

Saw this knight armor in the hotel lobby and I couldn't resist taking a photo with it XD Reminds me of Alphonse Elric from Full Metal Alchemist.

Another thing about this trip is my mom keep talking about the swans that live there. She and my dad were commenting how just few years ago there were more swans. Now there are only 2 black swans and 3 white swans left =(

By the way, swans make this very cute noise but I forgot how it sounded like.

Personally, I don't think this place is a nice tourist attraction. It's kinda boring and too quiet if you come with your family. But if someone were to bring me bird watching over then I wouldn't mind =D In my short time there, I already saw few birds I don't see on un-hilly places. Nature =)

Didn't get to visit the Japanese Tea house and other tourist attractions there as it's getting kinda late and I'm cranky from feeling hungry. Haha.

Oh oh one more photo to show you. My brother looks so cute here =D

Oh and please ignore the stupid looking face of mine over there.

PS: Check out this blog post by Xiaxue. Love her unreserved way of talking/blogging =) It may get her in trouble sometimes but it's why we enjoy reading her blog too XD

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