So two weeks ago we all went up to the Village Hidden in the Mist for the standard Malaysian holiday; though when I say Village I mean Amusement Theme Park, and when I say Malaysian I really mean taking ages to reach there..... ages to get back.... stopping along the way to go shopping.....visit relatives.... go shopping..... and take life at a leisurely pace (which is basically just bumming around.)
Ah, Genting. Recollections of this assortment of Rollercoaster Tycoon rides
are hazy, but they can be vaguely summarized by this
this,
and this.
Thus armed with such immaculate grasp of the geography, I boldly went forth and So anyway, nothing much has changed between now and then; exceptions being
,
and
+
But that's just me. Other people might remember Genting for this
this,
and subsequently, this.
.
It's always refreshing to revisit old haunts after a considerable period of time has elapsed. Pull the blanket of forgetfulness away to see old things in a new light, new things in an old light, and other things missed in hasty youth.
Like the cloud bank that rolled in on our way up, the mystical beauty of which must've escaped me on previous trips since I don't remember it being this foggy.
It's even more pervasive up at the hotel, rolling in unexpectedly and casting halos on every light source in the area;
where the ceiling looks like the one at Harrods. Not that anyone knows where --or what-- that is.
I must confess that out of the handful of trips to Genting, I've never once stepped foot in the indoor theme park. Not that the rides were spectacular, but the real attraction lay in the various youth-oriented clothes stores here. With some very magnanimous discounts.
Only in the Indoor Theme Park....do you get London and Paris (and Michael Jordan) cozying up against each other,
venetian boat cruises with their rather creepy boatmen....
...whose resemblance to certain ex-classmates is uncanny.
No hard feelings, Mike. In other news, Genting also has its fair share of suspicious activity: This bunch of shady-looking characters were spotted sneaking out of the arena of stars, a concert hall supposedly usually barred from public...
Might they be part of Wang Le Hom's entourage, perhaps?
Another random observation is the ah long graffiti running rampant in the lift lobbies and carparks; seen here is only a bit of it but the full scope of the blight can't be said in so many words (mine, anyway)
According to one of the staff, the workers tasked to get rid of all that never finish the job, because the industrious ah longs keep coming back to stamp their signs all over the place again, and the bloody vicious cycle continues. Think about all that paint.
There are other vaguely interesting things, of course, like the discovery of lichen(at least I think it's lichen) on tree bark; apparently it's cold enough for this
But lastly a Hayao Miyazaki moment to savour, if my below-par photo editing skills didn't ruin it so:
Really, the view was magnificent.
