Legacy of Colonialism

I was brought up in the highlands in a land where rainfall was always in abundance, in a time not so long ago...

Cool fresh air, crickets, rhinocheros beetles, butterflies, the occasional call of the hornbill, roar of the tiger from the valley below, smell of cow dung fertilising beautiful flowers, english breakfast and 4pm tea time by the fire place. I spent a great six years breathing air as God intended it to be from birth till about 7. That was when i had to go downhill to start school. My Grandparents were the caretakers for The Speedy's Resthouse in Maxwell Hills, Taiping. That perhaps explains the lure of the mountains and my love for it.

That would be tales for another blog. These are pictures from The Penang Hill Station with a few buildings left behind by the British.