I was welcomed on the way up to the Japanese Tea House in Bukit Tinggi, Pahang with some sort of pink flowers. I’ve no idea the name of this elongated wild thing. It was growing on the side walk. It made me smile, that’s all that matters.
10 more steps up the hill top, I was greeted with a water fountain. The tea house stood there patiently, waiting for my arrival. Its roof winked at me, enticing me to climb up further. I stopped and sat by the rocks. I was not easily seduced.
“Refute # 2. Solitude time with Mother Nature