Cameron Highlands 2 - Kea Farm

Rising early and hoping for sunrise on the mountain, shadows and clouds blocked the east squarely. The open piece of unobstructed sky was an ever lightening blue. A distance to the west, a white anvil fit for Thor's hammer caught the changing colors of dawn.

Here be the highest located village in the Cameron Highlands and also peninsular Malaysia. The town was already stirring with life as the roadside marketplace was being set up. Most tourists were still snug in bed. Through the narrow road where many trucks would pass, bearing the fresh produces, we came across seas of lettuces.

The heart-shaped plants opened like clams, with tiny beads of crystalline pearls skirting the fringe of their inner sanctum.

Flights of green watery steps cascaded down along the hillside like a waterfall with narrow walkways of stone, wood and iron crisscrossing them.

More colorful cousins of the earlier lettuces.

Red beacons beckons the matchmakers from afar.

A local arrayed in similar colors to the fruits.

One of these vermilion beauty followed us into the car en-route to Sg Palas BOH Tea Plantation.

It disappeared from my hand before we arrived, probably while the opening views of the enchanting valleys distracted me.