Literally, Visual Poetry
Dec 04, 2006 in Life-logger
Uploading photos taken on holidays is very much like reading a poetry collection. Surreal, and you remember, the place you visited isn't really THAT beautiful. The photos turn out awesome though, so you can actually come home from your holiday with memory cards full of evidence.
When the secretary asked, I said the usual, 'The weather's cool. It wasn't raining. The flowers were lovely.'
The truth is, Cameron Highlands is a polluted place. Brinchang is cool, but you can't drive with the windows down. The tour buses are a bane to the area, but the townfolk love it, we tourists bring in the cash. You can walk through the marketplaces–there are at least three in CH, a honk will jolt you out of your spree, and you'll have to walk aside to give way to the next car. The exhaust fumes are annoying, and shopping trips, especially in the Brinchang market area near Kea's Farm, reminds you, revoltingly, of Kota Raya. Of all places, hah.
So the photos tell a thousand stories, and more. The cool weather the CH gardener's dream come true, flowers blossom more gloriously in CH. But the townfolk have gone ahead of themselves. The weather's not as cool as it was anymore, the scenic views aren't nearly as scenic as they used to be, and there are more apartments these days — CH is turning into another Genting, albeit with more flowers, because flower-farming, is a lucrative trade.
