Bukit Tinggi sits at 900m above sea level. It is a retreat for the Padang folks. It is usually on the visit list of Malaysian tourists. It is cool, cool as in temperature not cool as understood by the youngs of today. There are no air-conditioners in the hotels. By my own conclusion, the ozone level in Bukit Tinggi is therefore thicker.
It rained the night before, reducing the temperature a few notches lower. Splendid day for rest & recreation. Today we walk. Today we gave our bicycles a rest. Not that the bikes required the rest. Actually the owners did not require the rest either. We rested well on the bus ride from Batu Sangkar to Bukit Tinggi yesterday. The bikes too rested well on the roof of the bus.
Who cares! We were on a cycling holiday, not a cycling marathon. So we took our time to get off the bed. After all, we paid a quarter million (Rupiah) for a VIP suite. We should maximise our stay.
For a quarter million, breakfast was included, with choices too. Nasi goreng or toast. A tough choice between western or local delicacy. Wow.
There was a bicycle race end of April. On this trip, we also covered a major part of the route of Tour de Singkarak 2009. However, our own "Tour de Singkarak" saw a race of two brothers attempting to over-eat each other.
We would do some exploring today. I felt like half local, wearing the seluar panjang Jawa bought yesterday for RM10. The road was still wet from the rain the night before and a very light drizzle greeted us. We headed out towards the centre of the town.We would explore Bukit Tinggi on foot.
Bukit Tinggi is the twin town of Seremban. Naturally so as Negri Sembilan's roots and lineage originated from Minangkabau. The Negri dialect too takes after the Minangkabau slang.
The Minang feature of the buffalo horn could be seen at several places. Even the Fire Station building had this feature.
As it is now a tourist site, we paid several thousand Rupiahs for the visit. On hand to welcome us was this "Japanese" soldier instructing us where to go. I don't think we dared detour elsewhere!
We walked back to the town centre. The smell of Ikan Bakar was in the air and our nostrils quickly directed us to where it was happening. I guessed there was an instant connection from the nostrils to the brain. The brain quickly sent hunger signals to the stomach of the two brothers. Pondok Ikan Bakar Suri served lunch to a full crowd. 4 branches in Bukit Tinggi alone and 3 others outside Bkt Tinggi told us we were at the right place.
So in ala Nasi Padang style, the arrays of dishes were laid for us to savor. So, Mdm Dancing Chicken, I am fulfilling your request in your previous comment on my blog to show you what you have missed! I know la you tengah mengidam!
Fully satiated for a small damage of Rupiah 36,000 (RM10), we continued to do some window shopping. Men being men, we really could not put too many hours doing what women would find lack of time to do.
In no time, we were back to our VIP suite to laze around and await tomorrow's ride to Danau Maninjau to drop in to Bapak Hamka's residence.