Cameron Highlands - Sg Palas BOH Tea Plantation

The place where we ran into the largest group of tourists was the tea plantation. There are few pleasures that can trump sipping tea on a veranda overlooking undulating waves of tea plantations, in the cool morning breeze while the sun has not yet reach its peak.

A closer view of tea-leafs, harvested indiscriminately by machines but handpicked and filter by men.

They were like shepherds sheering rolls of docile green sheep.

The accommodations of the workers were nestled in a valley between the hills, uniformly colored teal houses elevated on white stilts, a beautifully decorated Indian public school, and an Indian temple, head and shoulders above other building there.

The setting was idyllic enough to tourists and passerby like me. But is that really so, for someone swimming in seas of pesticide every day and night?